<?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-4296334978540876790</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:58:14.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8783591311743011777</id><published>2009-05-30T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:49:37.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>I think you all will be super mad when I announce this. I'm tired of Blogger and am back using LJ. But I'll be updating both blogs though;D So no need to relink or what-so-ever if you're lazy. If I'm officially moving, I'll send tag messages and what not to announce it;D Meanwhile, &lt;a href="http://pinkspotlights.livejournal.com"&gt;Pinkspotlights.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt; is my LJ url. So, cheers;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8783591311743011777?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8783591311743011777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8783591311743011777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8783591311743011777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8783591311743011777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-ho-ho-ho.html' title='Oh ho ho ho'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-454278439687762260</id><published>2009-05-27T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:25:50.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>O level Chinese is next Monday. Oh my word.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for the selfish posts I put up. To think of it, it was immature. I do stupid things when I'm not thinking clearly. I'm glad Tieng talked to me. Expected it, but it made me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-454278439687762260?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/454278439687762260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=454278439687762260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/454278439687762260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/454278439687762260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2376374614906608514</id><published>2009-05-26T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:25:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>Next time, don't raise my hopes.&lt;div&gt;Next time, don't raise my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not make my head explode with thoughts and ambitions that will never happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, don't tell me things that will never happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't promise me things that are not real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't convince me of something that I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I don't want to go up and fall down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want my hopes to float up and burst mid way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to fly high up and away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to find that I haven't moved at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to sing a happy tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then realise I've been singing the wrong melody, the wrong note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be praised &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I know it'll become a bunch of lies someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to be called pretty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to be called kind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to be called polite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to be called gifted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to be called talented,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to hear people tell me things that I know comes through gritted teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't say I smile nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't say I flow in the prophetic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't tell me I have the preacher's anointing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't tell me any of these things, unless it's confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not pin pointing to anyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm shouting to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't want to be let down any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotional, one sided posts are stupid, but it makes me feel better, because I can see what is really the fault in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-2376374614906608514?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2376374614906608514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2376374614906608514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2376374614906608514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2376374614906608514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='--'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-6228821295491308473</id><published>2009-05-26T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:14:21.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is it my turn?</title><content type='html'>Don't understand,&lt;div&gt;No, you don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't "questioning you like that".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you'd be able to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pain in asking you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you'd be able to decipher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meaning between words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have faults&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I've been learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's back so why aren't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is what I did greater and bigger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worse than his?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that you could try to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were being literal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that made all the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is it my turn to go back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is it my turn to lead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I sounded rude and mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the tone I sounded to myself was totally different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's via SMS, you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not about position; I'll repeat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does everyone think I'm wanting position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I wanted position,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have made things seem so perfect on the outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'll rise up faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not going for position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to lead again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You still don't understand, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh. Argh. Argh. Is it so hard to decipher my coded words and meanings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P/S I really really want to go back to worship. I've always wanted to lead people in worship. He's back so why am I not? I thought you'd understand; once more I'm wrong, and all you've said before, were just plain words- nothing more.&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/4296334978540876790-6228821295491308473?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6228821295491308473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=6228821295491308473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/6228821295491308473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/6228821295491308473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-is-it-my-turn.html' title='When is it my turn?'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-3718829222886355778</id><published>2009-05-25T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:30:50.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haji Lane, ECP photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNhjq-oSI/AAAAAAAAF8E/FTR92Kv1OHA/s1600-h/DSC01024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNhjq-oSI/AAAAAAAAF8E/FTR92Kv1OHA/s320/DSC01024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339735915851850018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNhegAg6I/AAAAAAAAF78/qFf6SouRXRw/s1600-h/DSC01041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNhegAg6I/AAAAAAAAF78/qFf6SouRXRw/s320/DSC01041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339735914463658914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNhHAVdmI/AAAAAAAAF70/xrY3ZDLWhP0/s1600-h/DSC01042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNhHAVdmI/AAAAAAAAF70/xrY3ZDLWhP0/s320/DSC01042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339735908156798562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNgtJgu0I/AAAAAAAAF7s/GYiVcXI49d4/s1600-h/DSC01044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNgtJgu0I/AAAAAAAAF7s/GYiVcXI49d4/s320/DSC01044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339735901215963970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqJ8Gx1yOI/AAAAAAAAF68/skGB2ZX4ouw/s320/DSC01030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNgTufZzI/AAAAAAAAF7k/u1o0Mj1POZA/s1600-h/DSC01007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNgTufZzI/AAAAAAAAF7k/u1o0Mj1POZA/s320/DSC01007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339735894391744306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqJ9LPY1yI/AAAAAAAAF7c/h26nh0Aw_70/s1600-h/DSC01004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqJ9LPY1yI/AAAAAAAAF7c/h26nh0Aw_70/s320/DSC01004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339731992283502370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqJ86tX6RI/AAAAAAAAF7U/vBzOvtYPCbQ/s1600-h/DSC01019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqJ86tX6RI/AAAAAAAAF7U/vBzOvtYPCbQ/s320/DSC01019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339731987845867794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqJ8i4q6SI/AAAAAAAAF7M/mCs3KAmQZY4/s1600-h/DSC01010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqJ8i4q6SI/AAAAAAAAF7M/mCs3KAmQZY4/s320/DSC01010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339731981450799394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqJ8Y6jQQI/AAAAAAAAF7E/Tc29cvIZXd4/s1600-h/DSC01001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqJ8Y6jQQI/AAAAAAAAF7E/Tc29cvIZXd4/s320/DSC01001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339731978774331650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baked at Tieng's house today. I didn't know dark chocolate can be so bitter and disgusting, I'm never adding that to my muffins againD: But on the overall, I did well, I guess. 8.5/10 was the average score, and almost all of them gave me an 8. Haha:D I'll post photos of the baked products tomorrow or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I spent the entire day doing Mother Tongue. It's just so weird. Tomorrow, I'll bring my jacket or I'll become a walking icicle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see God do something so great in Singapore and I believe the time has come. I can feel it so strongly. I know that God wants me to start praying, and this time I won't procrastinate, this time, I won't hold back. Because I know He wants to use me for something greater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Don't get my hopes up.&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/4296334978540876790-3718829222886355778?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3718829222886355778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=3718829222886355778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3718829222886355778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3718829222886355778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/haji-lane-ecp-photos.html' title='Haji Lane, ECP photos'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ShqNhjq-oSI/AAAAAAAAF8E/FTR92Kv1OHA/s72-c/DSC01024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-3122486250113624147</id><published>2009-05-23T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:58:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haji Lane</title><content type='html'>Thanks *Esther for directing us to Haji Lane:D Haha!&lt;div&gt;*She's my cousin- yes, my baptism name is her name. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with Dionne to see what kind of shops are there and it was kind of cool. Some guy asked if we wanted to Sheesha but we declined. I was stunned he actually asked, I don't think me and Dionne looked like we smoked .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post the photos up soon. And the photos on Wed when Tieng, Ami, Yok, Grace and I went ECP to skate:P Rona, we saw the "qiao pi gu guy" &amp;amp; he cut his hair until super short. HAHAHAA, the words in inverted commas were quoted from Rona, herself:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoho, she's gonna kill me tomorrow;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-3122486250113624147?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3122486250113624147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=3122486250113624147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3122486250113624147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3122486250113624147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/haji-lane.html' title='Haji Lane'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5231005791935392989</id><published>2009-05-21T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:02:57.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such an airhead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm such an airhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm such a frea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;kin' airh&lt;/span&gt;ead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed 3 subjects. 2 of them are important. 3 I passed. But I didn't get the highest for any, I was expecting to get highest for Lit or F&amp;amp;N but no, I didn't. Argh. Stop telling me it's just MYE. It's not JUST. None of you understands. I'm a freakin' perfectionist. People who saw me draw before would know that so long it's not proportional, it's not well blended, it doesn't look good enough, I won't erase but I throw it away and re do from the scratch. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm no one's favourite.&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/4296334978540876790-5231005791935392989?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5231005791935392989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5231005791935392989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5231005791935392989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5231005791935392989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-such-airhead.html' title='I&apos;m such an airhead.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5605011825017452345</id><published>2009-05-19T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:15:07.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello hello Zoie:D</title><content type='html'>Going out with Aglin &amp;amp; Lyn later, hoho. I think Lukas &amp;amp; gang are joining us too. Then after that might be meeting Dionne for one of our weekly crap sessions. She's my personal psychiatrist, hahaa:D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL AWESOME TODAY.&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;Oh wait. Cos I am awesome:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5605011825017452345?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5605011825017452345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5605011825017452345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5605011825017452345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5605011825017452345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hello-zoied.html' title='Hello hello Zoie:D'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7145129727532697088</id><published>2009-05-16T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:13:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just told my deepest, darkest, most horrible and longest secret today.&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;&amp;amp; I actually don't feel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ashamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I actually feel relieved.&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks for listening and not changing your view of me, Jas.&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/4296334978540876790-7145129727532697088?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7145129727532697088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7145129727532697088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7145129727532697088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7145129727532697088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/relieved.html' title='Relieved'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8164892202827685396</id><published>2009-05-14T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:47:45.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days flies</title><content type='html'>I never really noticed how fast the days go by. It's already May. 'O's will be coming soon. Then after that, it's either I go Poly, Laselle, Shatec or retain sec4 to retake 'O's. Let's just say I make it to Poly/Laselle/Shatec, so after finishing that, where to next?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is thinking of after O's, but I'm thinking after Poly or where ever I'll be going, then what? What will I do? Find a job? Further studies? Try to get into a University or something? Overseas study? Part-time job, full-time job? Where would I go next? Will I excel? I'm worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm also bloody annoyed. A lot of my friends in MSN has got a virus that keeps sending me websites. It's so irritating! I don't even talk to some of these people, roarrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to a lighter note, I can't wait to get things over and done with, but I don't want to grow up so fast. I haven't had my fun yet, I haven't messed around with other people and kicked enough adult butt yet! I haven't dated a single soul, I haven't drank enough alcohol (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kidding, I'm never touching that horrible stuff again&lt;/span&gt;), I haven't loss enough money gambling during CNY ( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kidding about this too:D&lt;/span&gt;), I haven't had a taste of being on the rebound, on the bad side. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOKE!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. I haven't gotten enough piercings yet! Another joke. But you get what I mean. I don't want to ever forget this period of my life. Somehow, I know it's the best part of life- you're young, foolish, stupid and yet can get away with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; anything; the part where you defy the rules, find yourself, experience life, relax and enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to grow old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, it'd be nice to find my soulmate, get married, have smelly children I won't even take care( kidding!) but I honestly prefer being free. Not tied down to a job I don't like, not being serious all the time, going to places I'll never want to go as an adult. Run around like a mad lady, catching a snowflake on my tongue, dancing in the rain, playing the swings and slides, kissing a dog's nose, pushing someone in the sea. Imagine an adult doing that, it's seriously weird. I don't want to grow up. I sound freakishly childish but isn't that the best part of growing up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People tell you they still remember when they were our age, but do they really? Or have they forgotten how fun it was to violate a person's privacy in the toilet ( kidding:D), birthday bashing other people, throwing water bombs at a teacher ( joke!) and losing your handphone/wallet every now and then. Teen years, I don't want to waste them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANNA STAY A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;EEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;EEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;EEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;EEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;EEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;EEE&lt;/span&gt;N.&lt;/div&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/4296334978540876790-8164892202827685396?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8164892202827685396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8164892202827685396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8164892202827685396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8164892202827685396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-flies.html' title='The days flies'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2759991317385531595</id><published>2009-05-13T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:41:46.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to May babes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGLIN (11/5) AND NERISSA(13/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you both enjoyed your presents: Aglin got a caricature of herself drawn by me and Rocky Road which I made by myself. Nerissa got a song written/played by me and sung by Dionne and I:DD Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting up the recorded song. We wanted to sing it in front of Nessie but she was busy so we called her and sung it over the loudspeaker:P She was so touched, she cried. Now everyone go, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awwww&lt;/span&gt;:DDDD Haha(: Honestly, I wrote it cos I didn't prepare anything as a gift, then I started to write a song. It took 5minutes, the shortest ever time taken to write a song that is actally sing-able and guitar-playable. Haha:P I would have put in more effort given more time, but it was 11 and I needed some shut eye:X I practiced it until my fingertips were hurting and numb, Dionne's a fast learner though. She learnt the song in less than 2 hours:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On impulse, I'm going to name it My Friend:D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tZiXo8MNRz/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tZiXo8MNRz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't know what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't know you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;But I'm always here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand of words I can say&lt;br /&gt;But yet they cannot comprehend&lt;br /&gt;How much you'll ever mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Because you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts may crowd your mind at night&lt;br /&gt;You fear you cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;But just to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;All you've got to do&lt;br /&gt;Is to take it all&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;You've got a long (long) way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of words I can say&lt;br /&gt;But yet they cannot comprehend&lt;br /&gt;How much you'll ever mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Because you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday today,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;No amount of words can erase the fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my friend.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it. My strumming was a little off cos I was distracted and because of that, the singing beat is a little off. My voice sounds muffled, it always does on recording. Dionne is hardly audible. Haha, but it's still nice all the same. Do comment and encouragements would be nice:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-2759991317385531595?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2759991317385531595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2759991317385531595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2759991317385531595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2759991317385531595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-may-babes.html' title='Happy Birthday to May babes!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4676058195905910933</id><published>2009-05-11T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:36:08.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilt Brats deserves to be slapped</title><content type='html'>Was on my way home today at the bus stop when this granny and her grandkid was sitting beside me and the grandmother was helping her put on her watch. She couldn't see the tiny hole properly so she accidently dropped it or something. The girl saw me staring at her cos she was insulting her grandmother saying that she's an old woman etc then the girl, not more than primary 2, proceeded to call her granny "silly grandmother" and "stupid" whilst kicking her leg. This entire time I was staring at the girl. When the grandfather finally came over, I had enough of her disrespectfulness and scolded the kid. It's like, what the crap, even I don't treat my grandparents like that. She gave me a defiant look at first then dropped the look only when I said, " You think you big ah, huh? Come lah, you think you small girl I don't dare hit ah? You just crossed the line when you kick your grandmother, so I don't care even if you cry." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think she deserves to be slapped, small kid or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-4676058195905910933?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4676058195905910933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4676058195905910933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4676058195905910933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4676058195905910933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/spoilt-brats-deserves-to-be-slapped.html' title='Spoilt Brats deserves to be slapped'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1316476959617938993</id><published>2009-05-10T10:23:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:49:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why no posts, Zoie?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haha, the answer to that is that I've been busy taking photos, editing photos and uploading photos on DeviantART. It's super cool, I've always wanted to take photos and get comments about them and stuff, I want my own SLR, but it's too expensive): I love taking photos, not of myself (sometimes, okay:PPPP) but of...I don't know, lots of things, haha:D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be posting up some that I've uploaded unto DeviantArt. Hopefully, Rona will tag me on facebook the photos we took yesterday during family dinner then I can post at least some unglamorous shots that will make you all laugh until the snot comes out from your nose:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgZAN5oNYVI/AAAAAAAAF60/NSJICOwYvxI/s1600-h/DSC00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgZAN5oNYVI/AAAAAAAAF60/NSJICOwYvxI/s320/DSC00775.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334021416218878290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgZACFzecWI/AAAAAAAAF6s/zMBJwopTNqI/s1600-h/DSC00782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgZACFzecWI/AAAAAAAAF6s/zMBJwopTNqI/s320/DSC00782.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334021213328929122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgY_VUbRX5I/AAAAAAAAF6k/6um66-6B-vQ/s1600-h/DSC00777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgY8EGsoTzI/AAAAAAAAF4k/JWTy5n6-nS8/s320/DSC00825.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334016849881878322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgY74QAEADI/AAAAAAAAF4c/GK0qWWUS2B4/s1600-h/DSC00837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgY74QAEADI/AAAAAAAAF4c/GK0qWWUS2B4/s320/DSC00837.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334016646220873778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgY7gMOKfNI/AAAAAAAAF4U/czt_8kwXCyI/s1600-h/DSC00841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgY7gMOKfNI/AAAAAAAAF4U/czt_8kwXCyI/s320/DSC00841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334016232889416914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgY7blr_O-I/AAAAAAAAF4M/10xksTV7UyQ/s1600-h/DSC00840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgY7blr_O-I/AAAAAAAAF4M/10xksTV7UyQ/s320/DSC00840.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334016153826048994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wonder what I'll do on Tuesday when I see you.&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/4296334978540876790-1316476959617938993?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1316476959617938993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1316476959617938993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1316476959617938993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1316476959617938993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-no-posts-zoie.html' title='Why no posts, Zoie?!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgZAN5oNYVI/AAAAAAAAF60/NSJICOwYvxI/s72-c/DSC00775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2470498428785866367</id><published>2009-05-05T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:26:32.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not fairrrr cos..</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgA9wUKOJAI/AAAAAAAAF38/LGZljX_VSzY/s1600-h/One_Sixty_Nine_by_muchlikefalling.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgA9wUKOJAI/AAAAAAAAF38/LGZljX_VSzY/s320/One_Sixty_Nine_by_muchlikefalling.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332329859061261314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgA95ScFLzI/AAAAAAAAF4E/swaDSwfmWw8/s320/4_30_08_ID_by_muchlikefalling.png" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgA9wUKOJAI/AAAAAAAAF38/LGZljX_VSzY/s1600-h/One_Sixty_Nine_by_muchlikefalling.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgA9opOnshI/AAAAAAAAF30/5JBONsG14kg/s1600-h/Near_You_Always_by_muchlikefalling.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgA9opOnshI/AAAAAAAAF30/5JBONsG14kg/s320/Near_You_Always_by_muchlikefalling.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332329727277904402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgA9X3I-9AI/AAAAAAAAF3s/oF2MGbYMRgM/s320/Influence_II_by_muchlikefalling.png" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgA9opOnshI/AAAAAAAAF30/5JBONsG14kg/s1600-h/Near_You_Always_by_muchlikefalling.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex Mckee is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freakin'&lt;/span&gt; hot and cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex Mckee &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; only 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex Mckee is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Alex Mckee is gay.&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;Good looks gone to waste, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If I see you tomorrow..&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/4296334978540876790-2470498428785866367?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2470498428785866367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2470498428785866367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2470498428785866367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2470498428785866367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-fairrrr-cos.html' title='It&apos;s not fairrrr cos..'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SgA9wUKOJAI/AAAAAAAAF38/LGZljX_VSzY/s72-c/One_Sixty_Nine_by_muchlikefalling.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-3223733883964739685</id><published>2009-05-04T18:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:58:26.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Delayed photos. Prefect investiture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7TYQ2NC_I/AAAAAAAAF20/s7b2DFeXq_o/s1600-h/DSC00702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7TYQ2NC_I/AAAAAAAAF20/s7b2DFeXq_o/s320/DSC00702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331931422645881842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have survived Prefects without them:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7R6nPIb5I/AAAAAAAAF2s/9CAVl-NY8w4/s1600-h/DSC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7R6nPIb5I/AAAAAAAAF2s/9CAVl-NY8w4/s320/DSC00078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331929813748314002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Shivani and Mark; 3 suspended fools backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7RMemGoWI/AAAAAAAAF2k/1RuXDc98HsI/s1600-h/Image%28347%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7RMemGoWI/AAAAAAAAF2k/1RuXDc98HsI/s320/Image%28347%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331929021154763106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7P4kPd35I/AAAAAAAAF2U/R32doCb3yjc/s1600-h/DSC00601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7P4kPd35I/AAAAAAAAF2U/R32doCb3yjc/s320/DSC00601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331927579561418642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most bimbo but yet most lovable friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7OJ4z4-OI/AAAAAAAAF2M/pCDMPGQkMlo/s1600-h/DSC00603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7OJ4z4-OI/AAAAAAAAF2M/pCDMPGQkMlo/s320/DSC00603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331925678117419234" 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/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7NTv5qJuI/AAAAAAAAF2E/-zmdVjP-HM4/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7NTv5qJuI/AAAAAAAAF2E/-zmdVjP-HM4/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331924748012758754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of crap, we are. Full of nonsense, we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7MUX8gebI/AAAAAAAAF18/aHm57udrnwU/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7MUX8gebI/AAAAAAAAF18/aHm57udrnwU/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331923659250497970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7MCSmPlJI/AAAAAAAAF10/V4phfWiBquY/s1600-h/DSC00693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sf7MCSmPlJI/AAAAAAAAF10/V4phfWiBquY/s320/DSC00693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331923348577293458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the angle:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fail english, I just know it. I wrote a poem in school during Paper 2 today, just after I finished it. I wondered how Jesus would feel since people blame God all the time. So, I just picked up my pen and wrote it all down. Two pages, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember their faces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember the places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember their screams ringing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling out to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asking why I wasn't responding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The muted mouths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The empty eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their spirits gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not going to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear them asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why wasn't I there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why I let it happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I even care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don't understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They know not why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's why some of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They chose to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rather to face up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Challenge their fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They bottle it up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run from what they held dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They tried- many times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To seek out the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They tell Me that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a useless fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don't understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I shared their pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I died on that cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took with me their shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They chose to relive it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To take it all back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don't want to let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take it away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because that's all the evidence I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They'd say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you never ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let Me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't believe Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still think it's My fault,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts Me badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I don't say it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I send those who believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To spread the good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But rather accept it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You rejected the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ask Myself how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told the others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It will all work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first step to forgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is to know the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's to tell the whole world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're done with the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hard to forgive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been there before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But ever lasting love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will see you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How'd you think I survive that cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or how'd you know if I love you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once more, I'd tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've taken your place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So don't take it back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It isn't a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't turn back time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't stop Me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos I'll do it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see you free-somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Father told Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what I'll have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carry the cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And die for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His heart was breaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When He saw yours breaking too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Father- He ain't a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He counts your tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knows your fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He sent me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so now I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 3:16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ain't just a verse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not a sappy lovestory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not a love song- more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because He loves you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So won't you let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't you try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know those images,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will flash in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But hang on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos it will heal- that wound in the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I promise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I keep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sets people free.&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/4296334978540876790-3223733883964739685?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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I'm totally zapped of life due to my F&amp;amp;N coursework. It's not that difficult,really. I just stress myself out a lot on that. I'm aiming for a high band, you see. This week passed extremely fast with many funny quote of which I totally forgot to post on the day itself and am too lazy to post now. It wouldn't be funny to you all anyway, because it's only funny at the point of time the person said it:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Changing looks. Changing attitude. Changing personality. To be me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, God, deal with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my singing improved, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha:P From the day I started to have dreams of joining the worship ministry, waaaay back when I was still in FCBC, when I was about primary5, I told myself if I can sing, if I have a voice to sing, I will sing it to God. Honesly, I haven't really been living up to that promise. After not being in worship ministry, the secular and contemporary songs in my iPod grew numurous, almost equal to my christian ones. I wanted to get more songs, but christian &amp;amp; secular/contemporary. However, I didn't have the money. Recently, I felt God reminding me of my promise I made when I was younger. I started singing Beautiful Saviour, making up songs for God. Somehow, my singing changed. I'm glad I remembered the promise, I'm glad I made God glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 5 by accident today, I thought it was 9 so I hurriedly board it, until I realise it turned towards CGH..thank God I got off, haha! I missed my bus, 31, but God somehow let the next bus 31 arrive earlier than before:DDDD Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how big God really is. I wonder how magnificent He really is. I wonder if the solar storm will come to pass, if it's a sign of the end times. If this Swine Flu is part of the package. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop being so nice to be. I feel bad cos I honestly don't feel that way for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-9065384544976287377?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9065384544976287377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=9065384544976287377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/9065384544976287377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/9065384544976287377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-curled-hair.html' title='I WANT CURLED HAIR'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8364493363943765360</id><published>2009-04-28T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:17:20.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed photos, Prefect Investiture Unfairness &amp; whatever that's going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SfbxFPaP_RI/AAAAAAAAF1s/O4sX7ZJmeHM/s1600-h/DSC04770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329712281377832210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SfbxFPaP_RI/AAAAAAAAF1s/O4sX7ZJmeHM/s320/DSC04770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SfbxE038V3I/AAAAAAAAF1k/cpAB7kdutw0/s1600-h/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329712274254616434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SfbxE038V3I/AAAAAAAAF1k/cpAB7kdutw0/s320/DSC02519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Prefect Investiture. Many asked where was I and I'm not going to repeat myself: I was backstage with Mark and Shivani. We were not allowed on stage to partake of the investiture. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Because we are suspended prefects, all the way to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most ridiculous part was that I actually bothered going for the rehearsals and the blazer fitting and in the end, I wasted my time because I didn't need to go on stage at all. It's unfair, that's my opinion. We were handed our certs backstage, not allowed back to class and not allowed to go on stage. People were asking were was I since I wasn't on stage or with my class. That K really loves to embarrass us, even until the end. I was super sad, angry and felt like although we deserved to not be on stage, at least let us go back to class. I missed an entire math lesson because of it. After 4 years, I joined at the last few months of sec 1 and got suspended to the end at the begining of sec 4, I did almost as much work as Charlotte and I still got a bronze badge whilst there were certain people, who didn't do duty or ushering; they've got silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even feel they should get all those who were once prefects who actually served wholeheartedly, people like Aglin who turned up for ushering with Lyn etc- to go on stage and get at least a certificate for helping out even though they quitted. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's up there that we'll get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recognition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the three of us were denied of it, made fools out of and our time ended just like that. Haha, very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, due to a certain time of the month for a girl, my lower body hurt like no body's business and I didn't study with Tieng &amp;amp; the others or go for Chem remedial. Instead, I stayed at home, wanting to study and sleep. I called up Dionne to have lunch and in the end, we didn't really do much studying. But hey, if we were at the library, we &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; study. No joke:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I'm in love with the song&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;About you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sang by Miranda Cosgrove(sp?). Tired, not hungry, shall sleep soon although it's so early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8364493363943765360?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8364493363943765360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8364493363943765360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8364493363943765360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8364493363943765360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/delayed-photos-prefect-investiture.html' title='Delayed photos, Prefect Investiture Unfairness &amp; whatever that&apos;s going on'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SfbxFPaP_RI/AAAAAAAAF1s/O4sX7ZJmeHM/s72-c/DSC04770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8537107790310879038</id><published>2009-04-27T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:12:38.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I thank God for helping me move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=676708854&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Koh Jiahao Shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh took the &lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=2168&amp;amp;h=393f735664cbc568da2d00e65a238ec3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what hollywood actress are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quiz and the result is &lt;a href="http://quiz.applatform.com/track/?i=2168&amp;amp;h=393f735664cbc568da2d00e65a238ec3"&gt;you are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;angelina jolie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistently ranked at the top of all the "sexiest women" lists, You simply ooze sex appeal. You are the epitome of beauty whether you are wearing a headscarf in an African refugee camp or donning a designer gown on the red carpet.You always look hot, even when you're not trying.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are simply the most beautiful &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me laugh like no body's business:P  F&amp;amp;N test tomorrow. Oh boy, I hope I didn't forget what I have learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've guessed your intentions, but are they accurate?&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/4296334978540876790-8537107790310879038?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8537107790310879038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8537107790310879038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8537107790310879038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8537107790310879038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1645343298686917448</id><published>2009-04-23T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:03:34.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times.</title><content type='html'>How many times must I endure sexual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;harassment&lt;/span&gt; and molestation? Twice it was on purpose, another two times I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;harassed&lt;/span&gt; and another two times it was an accident but their hands still hit the wrong parts. 6 times in all including the one I've just suffered. I'm now in the school lab. How many times will then it be enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself after the second time I will not cry. I'm still crying. I want to be a guy. The main reason: I can do whatever I want and more or less not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;harassed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you know how it feels because you don't. Today it was an accident. Who knows, tomorrow it may become rape. Today it was an accident, but that accident caused me to get hurt. I don't want to cry, I don't want to hate almost all men and male animals alike. Many wondered why I like female animals to male. That I shun from Dionne's dog and my cousin's dog. They ask me why, I told them I've something against males. I don't tell them it's because I relate some human males to male animals, accident or not, it still happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte once asked me how will I treat my boyfriend, if ever, I get one. And I told her in her face I don't know but I'll most likely not touch him. I'm afraid. I'm not lying. And yet, I'm still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because you always get the good stuff. Because I'm always a victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-1645343298686917448?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1645343298686917448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1645343298686917448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1645343298686917448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1645343298686917448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-many-times.html' title='How many times.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8728765549482919675</id><published>2009-04-21T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:38:33.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I honestly wonder if I said something wrong. Are you angry again? Or is it because of her and because I know her that's why you aren't speaking to me. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring day. Nothing much to say. Lots of thoughts running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are you mad at me? If you are, say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8728765549482919675?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8728765549482919675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8728765549482919675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8728765549482919675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8728765549482919675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='?!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-3455219827624527212</id><published>2009-04-20T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:42:40.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories</title><content type='html'>If some of you dumb half-wits didn't notice, I've placed a new link and it's titled Stories. Well, I've written 3. 2 of the posts are labelled as &lt;a href="http://emptylovenotes.blogspot.com/search/label/Homebound"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homebound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which is about fantasy or should I say, Sci fiction. The latest one is labelled &lt;a href="http://emptylovenotes.blogspot.com/search/label/Saving%20Father"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saving father&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, it's about this Christian girl who has a father who was once a pastor but due to some unforeseen circumstances, he was forced to resign and started falling in sin. Just read it, I'm too lazy to summarise:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, comments will be much appreciated. It's more like a reflection on the things I encounter or imagine:P I think Saving Father will turn out pretty nice since it's not about some stupid nonsense like a girl turns christian because she fell in love with a boy and the guy's brother tries to woo her and what not. That's just too cliche. I think this one will some how be able to relate. I'm not sure, but I'm hoping it'll be a hit. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-3455219827624527212?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3455219827624527212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=3455219827624527212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3455219827624527212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3455219827624527212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7695553723109818928</id><published>2009-04-20T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:45:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the one?</title><content type='html'>Had fever this afternoon. Vomited a little due to gastrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND!&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;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LEFT 2 OF MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUBWAY COOKIES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AT DIONNE'S HOUSE!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROARRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her up to study. In the end, when we reached her house, we curled my hair, pinned up my fringe, and hey, I didn't look half that bad. I even think I look better without fringe with curled hair. I am bent on dying my hair a golden brown with blonde highlights and curling it after Os. A new look before going to a new place. Hoho! I'm debating on fringe or no fringe, center or side. Haha, I'm such a girl:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She just that girl. She gets hurt and you won't know. Cos it's all part of the show. You don't see, but tears flow free. You don't see, cos she's gotta put up a show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7695553723109818928?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7695553723109818928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7695553723109818928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7695553723109818928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7695553723109818928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-is-one.html' title='Who is the one?'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8538269979586172559</id><published>2009-04-19T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:52:17.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not bloody funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SesobFCriwI/AAAAAAAAF1c/LTsd25zMgkw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326395429970742018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SesobFCriwI/AAAAAAAAF1c/LTsd25zMgkw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how my day looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking not funny. Girl, look at yourself in the mirror before opening your fat mouth. Watch out, step across that line and it'll become something you'll never imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the reason why I'm not in your church.&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/4296334978540876790-8538269979586172559?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8538269979586172559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8538269979586172559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8538269979586172559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8538269979586172559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-bloody-funny.html' title='Not bloody funny'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SesobFCriwI/AAAAAAAAF1c/LTsd25zMgkw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-9022615156482078255</id><published>2009-04-17T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:52:34.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Day</title><content type='html'>Woah, screwed up the first part. But the ending was &lt;u&gt;really good&lt;/u&gt;, we all did well, I guess. Had gastric in the end, vomited all my dinner out and now I'm freaking hungry. I can't have anything to drink too cos I'll vomit it out. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt;, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNCO Darren will be going off tomorrow for his attachment thing. Wanted to send him off like how me and aglin sent Zhi Hao but he told us he won't be flying but will be leaving at the port instead. Sucks:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how fustrated and mixed feelings I'm feeling right nowD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changkat's news wasn't as big as a certain's school's one. Although I kind of figured out the school already, I'm not naming the school. But it is definately unfair to state our school name in the New Paper. It's not fair, but thank God the section was a small part only. I still stand my ground that he wasn't entirely at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aglin, Davior, Jie Ming, Hong Pin, Nigel and Joshua went to eat dessert after Speech Day. Though I still felt like vomiting, I ate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ka chiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(sp?). Been so long since I ate it. Crapped around a lot. Recently, we've been using Stomp!'s readers' comments, the bad ones, and calling ourselves &lt;em&gt;babarians, animals and hooligans&lt;/em&gt;; making fun of each other. It was retarded but funny. At least we still know how to have fun. Am I hurt by the comments? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Am I making fun of myself to pretend I'm okay with being called so nasty names? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop leading me on. I freaking hate the phrase, "Kinda busy". It seems now you're forever busy. I don't even know if I like you or if I don't like you. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-9022615156482078255?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9022615156482078255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=9022615156482078255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/9022615156482078255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/9022615156482078255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/speech-day_17.html' title='Speech Day'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5782063324393953361</id><published>2009-04-16T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:52:58.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that hoo ha?</title><content type='html'>By now, most of you would have heard of the case of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Changkat Changi School Boy Punching a Bus Driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My point of view on this is that yes, he shouldn't have punched the bus driver, but did anyone think what might have triggered the attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known the boy since sec2, although not close, I know he doesn't always strike out like that. Sure, he is a "&lt;em&gt;hooligan&lt;/em&gt;" if you must label him, but there were people posting comments saying that the driver had used crude words against him and his family. If I were him, honestly, I'd strike out too. It was also said that the bus driver threw the cup at his head. I guess that was why he had hit back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had the sense to think, not all CCSS students are "&lt;em&gt;animals, hooligans, gangsters, useless piece of shit, lousy.&lt;/em&gt;." and these are just some of the words you have been flaming us for. It isn't the Principal's fault that my schoolmate reacted this way. I remember just a few months back, another two boys that I know in my school returned a wallet they had found containing a large sum of money. They even went all the way to the person's house to deliver it to him/her. See, not all students are gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some of us do act like hooligans, but isn't that part of growing up? Didn't you remember when  you were younger, when you wanted to fit in to what you thought was the "in" crowd? People obviously have different thinking of who the "in" people are, so these handful of people might think that the "in" thing now is to be cool like gangsters. Yes, acting gangster-ish ( &lt;em&gt;there isn't such a word, but I am after all a teen&lt;/em&gt;) is not appropriate but did you even take the time out to understand them and think of why they chose to become like that? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you take time out, talk and build a bond with one of them to find the root of the problem?&lt;/span&gt; The bane of their existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, don't tell me counselling. How much cases can a school counsellor handle? She can't possible focus on so many cases at once AND undoubtedly, there needs to be a certain level of trust and intimacy between the two if you want to dig deep. How far can a counsellor squeeze out from constant pestering. I for one know that if my school counsellor pestered me, I'll just retaliate and then stay silent. These people need guidence, they need someone willing to take time out just to be with them and just have a small chat. Don't you recall how you were once a teen? You may say yes, but trust me, most of you would only remember images because as time passes, our memories will get jumbled or fade. It's a proven fact, so don't tell me you can remember &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; what happened. Things are bound to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up with the stares I get these days when I get on the bus or MRT. It's not my fault I look like an "ah lian", if you please. It's not my fault that I sometimes stare at people, it's a habit. Just for a person's folly, the entire school is dragged down. So next time if you tell me you're not prejudice, I'm going to scream at you: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, crap, you are!&lt;/span&gt; Because most people are prejudiced, it's like Maycomb all over again. Even I, myself, admit to being prejudiced to certain things. So by saying you're not prejudiced against anything, doesn't that make you two faced because if I told you to marry a Bangladashi(sp) worker, most of you would cringe at the very thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm starting to hate Stomp! now. It takes away people's privacy. Don't tell me it's to let us be aware of things around us. It just makes the world seem a much more morbid place to live in. Imagine you pick your nose or just held your lover's hand and SNAP, it's on Stomp! wouldn't you feel angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Zhi Hao off today, he won't be coming back till next year, I honestly regretted not talking much to him before seeing him go off:P Tomorrow is Speech Day, I wonder how things will turn out after the recent events. Mrs T showed us during CME lesson today, as an educational thing. At first, we all laughed at the comments and slowly, some of us started getting upset and angry. We conceled it well though, making light out of it, but through words, I think they could tell how we were feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stretch my legs! After yesterday's run and rehearsal, I can't sit down or squat, let alone use the toilet properly without painD: Horrible. I'm never running AND marching on the same day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're a moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5782063324393953361?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5782063324393953361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5782063324393953361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5782063324393953361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5782063324393953361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-that-hoo-ha.html' title='What&apos;s that hoo ha?'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1534716518301912894</id><published>2009-04-15T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:34:40.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredddd</title><content type='html'>Had F&amp;amp;N practical today. Wilbert's supposedly spongecake was really a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SPONGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cake. The thing was so hard it could crack a straight line through when you cut it apart, &lt;em&gt;no joke&lt;/em&gt;. My avgolemono with macaroni didn't turn out as bad as I thought it will. Hee. I'm happy about that but Mdm Siti told me to change my recipe! Roar. It's not fairDDD: I can't think of anything else. I think. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently playing Restaurant City on FB. Haha, lame I know:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-1534716518301912894?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1534716518301912894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1534716518301912894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1534716518301912894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1534716518301912894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiredddd.html' title='Tiredddd'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-6363085036158387950</id><published>2009-04-14T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:32:01.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored shitless.</title><content type='html'>Read the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roarrr, I'm at my wits end with nothing to do. My throat feeling constricted like no one's business and my nose feels stuffed up because I turn on the air conditioner. Don't tell me to off it cos it's just so freakin' hot. Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfed the net until there's nothing to surf cos there's no new wave coming in. See, I'm so bored that I've now officially become lame. I should go buy sweets. Oh wait, that's right, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY MOTHER DECIDED TO GIVE ME &lt;strong&gt;DAILY ALLOWANCE&lt;/strong&gt; INSTEAD OF MONTHLY&lt;/span&gt;. Wait another minute, because she's so used to putting it into my account and thinks I still have money, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE FORGOT TO GIVE ME MY ALLOWANCE TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not angry. Just &lt;em&gt;serverly pissed&lt;/em&gt; that I can't have the freedom to buy my on stuff at random anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; wondered why no guys ever liked you or like you? Cos I'm wondering that now. If you're a guy and you're reading this: Please, freakin' tell me so I know what's wrong with me and my hormones.&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/4296334978540876790-6363085036158387950?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6363085036158387950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=6363085036158387950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/6363085036158387950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/6363085036158387950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-bored-shitless.html' title='I&apos;m bored shitless.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-3460870478884371637</id><published>2009-04-14T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:03:25.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Day</title><content type='html'>I went for Art Club today and boy, how I missed it. Heh, dabbled with spray paints today and got my thumbnail all&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; yellow&lt;/span&gt; by accident. Tomorrow is yet another rehearsal and the actually one will be on Friday. All this preparation just to stand there for 30 minutes of glory. What joy*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Note the sarcasm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suddenly have no mood to blog. I'm currently reading The Legend of Drizzt, super interesting! I'll be borrowing the third book from Dillon, hopefully he has already finished it. Haha! I shall admit: &lt;strong&gt;I'm a reada-tic.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll read anything. Even languages I don't understand. So long it's a language with words on something, I'll read it:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-3460870478884371637?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3460870478884371637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=3460870478884371637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3460870478884371637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3460870478884371637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/speech-day.html' title='Speech Day'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2276499152694221748</id><published>2009-04-12T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:49:57.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't seem to realise how hurt I was when you didn't mention me. Maybe I'm that invisible to you after all. I want to be the one who understands too, don't you see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church later, finally there's duty:DD I kind of miss the two teams thing cos it was fun doing alternately. Well, I'm going to get ready now. Dionne and I &lt;strong&gt;overslept&lt;/strong&gt; so didn't go jogging. Wanted to go stretch at the fitness corner but Dionne wanted to sleep, so to prevent myself from embarrassing myself, I didn't go. &lt;em&gt;Pffftt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-2276499152694221748?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2276499152694221748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2276499152694221748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2276499152694221748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2276499152694221748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-yet.html' title='And yet'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2247075289785389666</id><published>2009-04-11T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:13:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About her</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I used to look up to her as my role model. Someone I wanted to be. She'd tell me vulgarities were for stupid people and whenever I saw her phone those few saturday nights, were only full of Christian songs. &lt;em&gt;Where'd she go?&lt;/em&gt; Surprisingly, we went to the same church. Then, she was gone. &lt;em&gt;Just like that&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;u&gt;I miss her&lt;/u&gt;. I don't like seeing her smoking, drinking. &lt;strong&gt;Sheesha is counted as smoking&lt;/strong&gt; if you look at it. Drinking, some how doesn't feel right. That day, I drank on my cousin's wedding. The thrill, the excitment. It still pulses through me when I remember my first sip, but I know it's only me. &lt;em&gt;It can be stopped&lt;/em&gt;. But you, the person I wanted to be. You're so different now. Or perhaps you were always like that, just that I never really took the time to figure you out properly after all.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read my blog, cousin. I really do. It's an honest opinion on how I see you now, don't be offended. I really love you lots, I don't want to see youd drifting off. It's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going jogging tomorrow early in the morning. Dionne, if you don't wake up, I'll fall right back to sleep after calling you three times, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I told you I lie sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;If I told you I run away,&lt;br /&gt;If I told you who I was before,&lt;br /&gt;Would you follow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you I sneak sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;If I told you I love too much,&lt;br /&gt;If I showed you the other side,&lt;br /&gt;Would you follow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shedding my skin so you can see my face,&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go where I've never been.&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay around and follow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you the earth was square,&lt;br /&gt;If I told you water wasn't wet,&lt;br /&gt;If I told you life was fair,&lt;br /&gt;Would you follow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shedding my skin so you can see my face,&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go where I've never been.&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay around and follow me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Song: Idina Menzel- If I told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-2247075289785389666?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2247075289785389666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2247075289785389666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2247075289785389666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2247075289785389666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-her.html' title='About her'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-3769618993372544886</id><published>2009-04-11T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:19:39.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling very tired now a days even though recently I've been getting plenty of sleep. Is it that I'm not eating right or because of the rehearsals and activities? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried out one of my recipes, the Grilled Salmon with Sauce au Beurre, it was fantastic. The fish was a little mushy at the edges though, so I might have to cook it a little longer, but on the over all, it was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog really. Tampines 1 is really crowded, won't be going back soon unless the crowds go awaaaaayyy. I'm reading this new book I borrowed from Dillon, I'll be reading the second book on Monday when he lends it to me:DDDDD Hohoho! I'm a happy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-3769618993372544886?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3769618993372544886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=3769618993372544886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3769618993372544886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3769618993372544886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with me?'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8244289070189737045</id><published>2009-04-07T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:29:35.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop's down</title><content type='html'>My laptop's internet is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUT OF SERVICE&lt;/span&gt; again. Argh. It's not fair. I can't post all my silly photos now! Tomorrow is Speech Day Full Dress Rehearsal. Aye, it's going to be a long tiring day. I'm too lazy to download the new messenger, as a procrastinator, I've been successfully putting it off until just now. Then, I clicked a wrong button and now I have no clue what-so-ever how to download it. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonig to add some new things to my blog posts once more. Like the bolds, italics and underlines might have &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; or what not. I'm glad I went jamming today, although it was unsyncronised and all, it was fun, reguardless. I'm tempted once more to write a short story. Haha! I think I'll put it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm such a procrastinator:P And I have resolved to jog every friday after &lt;strong&gt;SJAB&lt;/strong&gt; at the school track. &lt;em&gt;It's pathetic&lt;/em&gt;, I know, the track I mean. But it's what I have to do to turn my once-muscled-legs into something as glamourous as me again. HAHA, whatever, Zoie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8244289070189737045?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8244289070189737045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8244289070189737045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8244289070189737045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8244289070189737045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/laptop.html' title='Laptop&apos;s down'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-3001447280587072249</id><published>2009-04-03T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:01:43.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last sports day in CCSS</title><content type='html'>Hoho, last year in CCSS(hopefully) and last Sports day. I ran for the first time for SJAB. Now my leg hurts. I realised my speed decreased over the years and now I have more stamina. Heh. The most bimbotic thing I heard today was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Someone: Come, come, eat, eat!&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo: Err. Mmm. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Why? Are you vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo saying in an excited manner: Yah! I'm vegetarian. I don't eat meat! (Like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)..But I eat fish! ( ?!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Honestly, she deserves to be slapped.&lt;/s&gt; I take back what I said, I think she needs logic lessons and read up the dictionary for the word VEGETARIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;veg⋅e⋅tar⋅i⋅an &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;does not eat or does &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; believe in eating&lt;/span&gt; meat,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, fowl, or, in some cases, &lt;strong&gt;any food derived from animals&lt;/strong&gt;, as eggs or cheese, but subsists on vegetables, fruits, nuts, grain, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;of or pertaining to vegetarianism or vegetarians.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;devoted to or advocating this practice.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consisting solely of vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;: vegetarian vegetable soup. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-3001447280587072249?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3001447280587072249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=3001447280587072249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3001447280587072249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3001447280587072249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-last-sports-day-in-ccss.html' title='My last sports day in CCSS'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4561309925003486454</id><published>2009-04-02T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:55:50.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you're pissed at me, tell me, so at least I know if I should make it up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you want to be left alone, tell me, so I won't feel like I'm wasting time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you find me annoying, I'd rather you tell me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, my legs are aching like no body's business now. Trained for tomorrow's run with Charlotte, Mira and Michelle. I think I don't have speed anymore, only staminaD: I don't feel like blogging much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much left unsaid. I think I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-4561309925003486454?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4561309925003486454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4561309925003486454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4561309925003486454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4561309925003486454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-you.html' title='Hey you!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1474722993814611224</id><published>2009-04-01T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:48:28.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Day Rehearsals are killer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ARPIL FOOL'S!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Speech Day, even though I'm sick, I still had to attendD: Felt like fainting halfway, thank God I didn't. Anyway, I started my Pre-April Fools prank yesterday and it succeeded:D Woohoo, 3 people fell for my trick. I didn't get pranked yet though, I'm still waiting:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked last year's prank though, I told most of my friends I was leaving for Australia, and some of them wanted to plan a fare-well party and I remember a few of the juniors in my school cried. HAHA. Super funny but I felt mean, hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop here:D Haha, I'm off to prank more people:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-1474722993814611224?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1474722993814611224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1474722993814611224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1474722993814611224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1474722993814611224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/speech-day-rehearsals-are-killer.html' title='Speech Day Rehearsals are killer!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4916011486582738413</id><published>2009-03-31T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:41:14.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye world</title><content type='html'>Read the title and weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dionne, Su Tieng, Joana, Charlotte, Aglin, Lyn, Yok Fong, Amelia: Thanks for taking all my nonsense and especially to Dionne, Charlotte, Nerissa, Aglin and Lyn: thanks for listening to my rants, craps, stupid stuff, absolute gay-factor and randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cell: Haha. I'll miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Joshua Foo, Jaime and Dorisa: Finally got to see you guys! Other than Dori that is:/ But take care alrights! Don't miss me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy: Thanks for taking my nonsense and I know you both won't be reading this anywayD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BYE WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-4916011486582738413?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4916011486582738413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4916011486582738413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4916011486582738413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4916011486582738413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-world.html' title='Bye world'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5772898975789478174</id><published>2009-03-30T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:56:20.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SdDNHIpIOfI/AAAAAAAAF1U/ROrMnEWb-b0/s1600-h/DSC00573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318976682387323378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SdDNHIpIOfI/AAAAAAAAF1U/ROrMnEWb-b0/s320/DSC00573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime and I. She's gotten prettier((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SdDLqRSsPFI/AAAAAAAAF1E/bDUol-ICC-I/s1600-h/DSC00575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318975086981299282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SdDLqRSsPFI/AAAAAAAAF1E/bDUol-ICC-I/s320/DSC00575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smelly Foosball is hiding behind his hands, act cute only:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all:&lt;br /&gt;Should I buy this top? It looks nice, but I'm still debating on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SdDLNd-A1TI/AAAAAAAAF08/aOZRCw6T-U0/s1600-h/DSC00571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318974592168023346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SdDLNd-A1TI/AAAAAAAAF08/aOZRCw6T-U0/s320/DSC00571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother's back from climbing Mt Kinabalu, how ever it is spelt. She bought me a toy Orangutan, I'm still thinking on what to name it. I have already Momo so don't give me a name like Bobo or MiMi or some double name. I want something random like..Coke, or It, or Anything, or just...Something. Suggestions, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5772898975789478174?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5772898975789478174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5772898975789478174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5772898975789478174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5772898975789478174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-of-yesterday.html' title='Pictures of yesterday'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SdDNHIpIOfI/AAAAAAAAF1U/ROrMnEWb-b0/s72-c/DSC00573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5810017454001737707</id><published>2009-03-30T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:33:12.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I'm smiling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make things clear, and to say things I couldn't say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I wasn't crying about the position. I wasn't crying because I'm out of vocals. It was because I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't help it&lt;/span&gt; but cry, I have no reason for my tears. It wasn't me who felt it was unjustice, it was my best friend. To me, I've accepted the decision and I silently agreed to it in my heart. I can't answer you when you ask me why I cry because there was no answer for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't complain about the decision, in fact, I thought it was what was best. Dionne was only voicing out her opinion on the matter, and everyone knows she seldom comes to church and that actually doesn't help the situation for she does not understand how things work so don't blame her. I've talked to her already and she's stubborn, but at least I know she &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stop harping on the topic. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Won't you, Dionne? &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;willing&lt;/span&gt; to change, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never said&lt;/span&gt; I didn't want to. It wasn't about pride, everyone just came to me, telling me what I've done wrong but most of them didn't offer an alternative. Not because I know I'm wrong and I still do it, but because I know I'm wrong and no one told me otherwise what methods I can use to keep myself from giving a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;black face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" or showing attitude. I wasn't showing attitude, maybe at times. But Dionne posed a very good question: Why was she showing attitude? Dionne knows I don't just anyhow show attitude. There must have been a reason, but no one asked me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that I didn't want Jasmin there, it was because she'll keep talking and talking about stuff that won't register in my head. I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her to be there, &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; be there. Not to talk, but just sit beside me and let me know that she's there. Sometimes, I feel invisible to her, because there's so many things going on, so many new comers, that I feel like they'll need her more. But what I want is just a bit of her time when she's around them, just that little bit. She's always either with new comers or Valerie, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blame her, Val's her best friend and a very fun person to hang around. If it were me, I'd hang out with someone that fun too. But then, if she has time to hang out with her best friend, why not me? Is it cos I'm too self-centered? That many a times I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like I'm self-pity? Is it cos I didn't meet up with my own sheep because they said they were busy that's why that's what I'm getting? I'm honestly confused. I want to find a way out and I will pray. But won't some one come up to me and say," Hey, I'm with you." Thanks, A. Thanks for the tag(: &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to meet up with Joshua Foo yesterday because Dionne wanted to pass him something to pass to someone. Complicated, i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt;! I didn't expect to see Jaime and Calvin there too. In the end, instead of returning back to Marine Parade area to study, Dionne and I were supposedly to walk around Suntec to window shop, when we got to the very top level, we saw Joshua, Jaime and Calvin again! Jaime wanted to catch up with me and Dionne so we decided to walk around a bit. Don't know where the two guys went BUT after that, we found where they were and sat down to play Joshua Foo's guitar. Haha, I saw Jordon and another guy which Jaime told me his name was 'Gay'. It was actually Johnathan or something, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Pepper Lunch for dinner then we all went home. Jaime went off first and Dionne and I abducted Joshua's guitar, forcing him to go downstairs my block to sing or we'll not only scratch his beloved guitar but also blackmail him:DD Hoho. He did sing, but so wee-bit soft only ants can hear him! I'm an ant and I can hear him:D That was how I knew which part of the song he was at. Even the strumming was louder than his voice! It wasn't that bad though, he didn't sound that bad as he made himself out to be. Sent Dionne home then sent Joshua to the bus stop. You all will be like, HEY, isn't the GUY supposed to be the one to send girls home. Let me tell you something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I'm a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;guy, I'd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;be the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;most ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ndsom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;est guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;arou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5810017454001737707?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5810017454001737707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5810017454001737707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5810017454001737707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5810017454001737707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday_30.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-6142764730409728022</id><published>2009-03-29T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:27:56.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it feels like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sc7cHyXICMI/AAAAAAAAF00/tv0wv-stzeA/s1600-h/Walk_on_by_by_MyPrivateParty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318430236307097794" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sc7cHyXICMI/AAAAAAAAF00/tv0wv-stzeA/s320/Walk_on_by_by_MyPrivateParty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know how my life feels like right now? It's like I'm walking, skipping alone the path and someone just comes up to me slaps me on the face so hard that I fall backwards and hit my head on the lamp post. And if that isn't bad enough, after hitting the lamp post, I fall forwards and hit my nose on the sidewalk. As I stand up, wobble and step forward, slipping on a banana skin. &lt;em&gt;Laugh&lt;/em&gt;, I don't care, but that's how I feel now. And I know what's going to happen next, I'm going to walk across a door and the door opens and slams into my entire being. Just watch, people, it's bound to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-6142764730409728022?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6142764730409728022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=6142764730409728022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/6142764730409728022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/6142764730409728022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-it-feels-like.html' title='What it feels like'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sc7cHyXICMI/AAAAAAAAF00/tv0wv-stzeA/s72-c/Walk_on_by_by_MyPrivateParty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8896789419346619082</id><published>2009-03-28T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:33:58.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>She hails a taxi, her face stained with tears. The driver pulls up,&lt;br /&gt;"Where to, miss?", he asked.&lt;br /&gt;She enters the cab, slamming the door shut,&lt;br /&gt;"Anywhere but here." She managed to whisper.&lt;br /&gt;The driver sighed slowly, this was not his first encounter with passengers like that. He started up his taxi and drove off. He intended to just go around the neighbourhood at a slow pace, so the meter would not shoot up, so that the girl had time to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It was her new song she'd written. &lt;em&gt;Walk&lt;/em&gt;, she called it. The tune still fresh in her mind, tears started forming all over. Hurriedly, she crushed the paper. Almost immediately, she regretted her action. She opened the paper once more, another surge leapt at her to crush it. Hot wet droplets dripped down her chin, smudging the ink of the song. She rolled down the window and as the taxi continued moving, she let go of the paper, watching it sail to other end. She did not need the paper, the song already embedded in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had hurt. She did not understand why. They did not tell her how, only what she did wrong. She felt the tip of her ear, the piercing was gone. She threw the stud away and into the drain on her way to the bus stop. Countless of times she had tried to send signals for help, many times she was turned away or ignored. &lt;em&gt;Couldn't people feel?&lt;/em&gt; She would ask herself, &lt;em&gt;Can't people tell?&lt;/em&gt; The taxi had made its third round from the place she boarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle, just drop me off here."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes. Sure. $6 please." he said gruffly.&lt;br /&gt;She reached into her pocket, a crumpled five dollar and a dirty one dollar coin. As she passed the money to the man in front, she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Nice meeting you," she sniffed, " Have a great day."&lt;br /&gt;Then, she got out of the cab and walked all the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8896789419346619082?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8896789419346619082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8896789419346619082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8896789419346619082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8896789419346619082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5694355560809620946</id><published>2009-03-26T19:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:11:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Pictures 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sctv_yCdRoI/AAAAAAAAF0s/pXNPRUv1D9I/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317466926595524226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sctv_yCdRoI/AAAAAAAAF0s/pXNPRUv1D9I/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sctu1BNBmsI/AAAAAAAAF0k/tkWYzEXGIQU/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317465642176191170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sctu1BNBmsI/AAAAAAAAF0k/tkWYzEXGIQU/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SctsmlgxlrI/AAAAAAAAF0c/VQMMxv43n14/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317463195201410738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SctsmlgxlrI/AAAAAAAAF0c/VQMMxv43n14/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SctrP8iPViI/AAAAAAAAF0U/fKecw2Q9dvo/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317461706732951074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SctrP8iPViI/AAAAAAAAF0U/fKecw2Q9dvo/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sctn_5jZqFI/AAAAAAAAF0M/9NIzWAe8T-g/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317458132519725138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sctn_5jZqFI/AAAAAAAAF0M/9NIzWAe8T-g/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SctmmHqR7UI/AAAAAAAAF0E/P6BRZlLMYCo/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317456590118448450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SctmmHqR7UI/AAAAAAAAF0E/P6BRZlLMYCo/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sctlx7pB-BI/AAAAAAAAFz8/HLug2_NRjAo/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317455693538785298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sctlx7pB-BI/AAAAAAAAFz8/HLug2_NRjAo/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SctkkkGGhVI/AAAAAAAAFz0/k4n3Vr13lWI/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317454364368340306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SctkkkGGhVI/AAAAAAAAFz0/k4n3Vr13lWI/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the photos are up:D Hahah! I don't want to talk about what the WWE( Wicked Witch of the East) did to me and I will not reveal her identity in case I get into more serious trouble. Oh and I love Subway's cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5694355560809620946?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5694355560809620946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5694355560809620946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5694355560809620946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5694355560809620946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/delayed-pictures-2.html' title='Delayed Pictures 2'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sctv_yCdRoI/AAAAAAAAF0s/pXNPRUv1D9I/s72-c/DSC00492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7578714868884322109</id><published>2009-03-25T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:41:06.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ScpA_BuePgI/AAAAAAAAFzU/dr7wUhB8eJI/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317133761603583490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ScpA_BuePgI/AAAAAAAAFzU/dr7wUhB8eJI/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sco_gNs95QI/AAAAAAAAFzM/srifS5uEpUs/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317132132730922242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sco_gNs95QI/AAAAAAAAFzM/srifS5uEpUs/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FORGET IT, I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO UPLOAD ANYMORE&lt;/span&gt;. Waste my time! Stupid blogger picture uploading thing just doesn't like me. And this two is one of those unglam shots of me! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7578714868884322109?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7578714868884322109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7578714868884322109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7578714868884322109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7578714868884322109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/delayed-photos.html' title='Delayed Photos'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/ScpA_BuePgI/AAAAAAAAFzU/dr7wUhB8eJI/s72-c/DSC00541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7627633232125021252</id><published>2009-03-24T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:45:45.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's call this the What Ever post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever.&lt;/strong&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;&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;Haha, okay, back to my life. Shoo, all you people who do not give two hoots about my life:D I just want to record down stuff that happened today. Hoho, weeeelll, had Sports Heats today and I have SJAB duty. Quite fun, on the account I had someone chatting with me via SMS to entertain me. Charlotte was no help until the end where everything ended and we saw this reaaallly cute Caucasian guy. Hee. Not going to say that we watched him play soccer a bit and made Mark and Jordan wait for us, begging us to go off and how Mark treated me to SubWay's famous cookies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoops:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie came for POA today;D Had fun catching up with her, I shall not bother about what others think about her, it's not my problem until I really catch her doing what other people say. It's not fair to her, in a way if things kept passing around that could be untrue or true. Well, she had a fun time in Tioman. Oh, how much I miss diving, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wrote two new songs. Haha, somehow listened to Su Tieng's one on FB and kind of, well, got encouraged to write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You give me all I need&lt;br /&gt;My everything.&lt;br /&gt;Lord my God&lt;br /&gt;You reign&lt;br /&gt;In Your presence I will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I will run to You&lt;br /&gt;And fall down in worship&lt;br /&gt;Angels rejoice and sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;em&gt;Forever, Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mighty God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saviour, You give me grace to live&lt;br /&gt;When I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;I know that faith is all I'll need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Lord, I'll run to You&lt;br /&gt;And fall down in worship&lt;br /&gt;Angels rejoice and sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;em&gt; I'll sing of Your endless love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll dance before You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let the righteous cry out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Walk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in these shoes&lt;br /&gt;They don't fit, I know&lt;br /&gt;Hobbling, walking&lt;br /&gt;I'm going slowly&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel You near&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have the faith to walk&lt;br /&gt;All I've got to do&lt;br /&gt;is to stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giants, they scare me&lt;br /&gt;But all I need is faith&lt;br /&gt;Walk three steps&lt;br /&gt;You'll catch me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing, sing of You&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out, touch Your truth&lt;br /&gt;God, I know&lt;br /&gt;Faith will grow&lt;br /&gt;So let me walk by You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in these shoes&lt;br /&gt;they don't fit, I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm going slowly&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel You near&lt;br /&gt;but I'll have the faith to walk&lt;br /&gt;Three steps forward&lt;br /&gt;You'll catch me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing, sing of You&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to touch Your truth&lt;br /&gt;God, I know&lt;br /&gt;Faith, it will grow&lt;br /&gt;So let me walk by You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in these shoes,&lt;br /&gt;they're slipping in, I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm going slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7627633232125021252?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7627633232125021252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7627633232125021252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7627633232125021252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7627633232125021252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-call-this-what-ever-post.html' title='Let&apos;s call this the What Ever post.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2935465638020677684</id><published>2009-03-23T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:40:19.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Wrong by the minute</title><content type='html'>Guan Hong and Dillon wanted me to post something about them, so here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guan Hong loves Dillon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, they're going to kill me but I doubt Guan Hong or Dillon actually remembers my blog url. I had Math and POA remedial. Skipped POA because I'm going to drop it anyway. I went outside the Commerce Room to do my math with Howard, Dyaana and the rest of the few 5N Art students:D Being with them is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; more enjoyable than rotting inside an air-conditioned room with hardly anyone to talk to. Because I was being stupid today, I forgot that Math remedial ends at 3.45pm and thus I went back in at 3.10pm. Dumb right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the lesson listening to Zuhir crap about Mr S &amp;amp; how to get out of POA class. I successfully got out because once Mr S allowed people out, I ran to the ladies. Okay, not ran but sneaked to the ladies which was beside the CR. Stayed there for less than 5minutes then went East Point to lunch with Nicholas who treated me to LJS:D AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NICHOLAS I FOUND OUT WHO YOUR BROTHER ISSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat feels raw and scratchyDDDD: Today is the last vocal lesson, I'll miss the people from the other churches - just when I decided to make new friends. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to have nothing left to blog about today. Oh, and I really enjoy using Twitter:D Ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-2935465638020677684?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2935465638020677684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2935465638020677684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2935465638020677684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2935465638020677684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-wrong-by-minute.html' title='More Wrong by the minute'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1033094147807779464</id><published>2009-03-22T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:02:20.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why are you so blind?! Can't you tell? At first, you seemed cool enough to totally reply me and chat with me via SMS when I was at the Ice Rink, but now, we've hardly talk. AND IT WAS A SPAN OF NOT EVEN ONE WEEK BUT A FEW DAYS! What's up with you, man? Do you dig me or not? I'm tired of playing this game. Always, my best friend had been the one who was good with guys, getting asked for her number and all the stuff I can never get to experience. She claims she has lower self esteem. What about me then? What about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all! Haven't been blogging much lately due to LoudFest'09. I'm so tired at the end of the day until I couldn't be bothered to blog, hee. Supposed to meet up Jaime, Joshua and Dorisa yesterday but we didn't meet, due to certain reasons. Really disappointed, wanted to catch up with them for so long. The last time we met was last year, I think around this time also? Or was it during the June Holidays? I can't recall. But I don't think it was during the March holidays because I would have been diving. But wait, I didn't go diving last year. Okay, I should stop confusing myself:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to praise Jesus now! Haha, I'm still tired. Still tired. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-1033094147807779464?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1033094147807779464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1033094147807779464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1033094147807779464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1033094147807779464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/blahhhh.html' title='Blahhhh'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5676167053821938472</id><published>2009-03-17T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:37:40.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bored with no shit to do. I feel like changing my blogskin. Oh, boy.&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/4296334978540876790-5676167053821938472?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5676167053821938472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5676167053821938472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5676167053821938472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5676167053821938472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1106103282378044374</id><published>2009-03-17T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:08:12.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>All that was yesterday;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb73Mq52kHI/AAAAAAAAFy0/b8t_yHUJ4PE/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313956407391195250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb73Mq52kHI/AAAAAAAAFy0/b8t_yHUJ4PE/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb73CVZvSFI/AAAAAAAAFyk/ZN8x3B4XPcE/s1600-h/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313956229820663890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb73CVZvSFI/AAAAAAAAFyk/ZN8x3B4XPcE/s320/IMG_1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb73CXMf_MI/AAAAAAAAFyc/BZ82w2BneiI/s1600-h/IMG_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313956230302006466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb73CXMf_MI/AAAAAAAAFyc/BZ82w2BneiI/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb73CDASBYI/AAAAAAAAFyU/DgwzXULfm60/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313956224882050434" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72qBbomoI/AAAAAAAAFx8/Le2E6r-ZUoM/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72qLtqcHI/AAAAAAAAFx0/FJZvq2wOkVQ/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313955814903017586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72qLtqcHI/AAAAAAAAFx0/FJZvq2wOkVQ/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72p2NTwlI/AAAAAAAAFxs/_YpeGYL_AmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313955809130168914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72p2NTwlI/AAAAAAAAFxs/_YpeGYL_AmQ/s320/IMG_1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72pukmzuI/AAAAAAAAFxk/PwGvDBBMSjI/s1600-h/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313955807080402658" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72bYXL_dI/AAAAAAAAFxM/KQt3UL6qvtQ/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72bCouZzI/AAAAAAAAFxE/h11IaC6tPM0/s1600-h/IMG_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313955554768348978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72bCouZzI/AAAAAAAAFxE/h11IaC6tPM0/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72bBuIKWI/AAAAAAAAFw8/T1ikLmAl41A/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313955554522573154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72bBuIKWI/AAAAAAAAFw8/T1ikLmAl41A/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72a_2H-8I/AAAAAAAAFw0/nYo4S8OIVSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313955554019244994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb72a_2H-8I/AAAAAAAAFw0/nYo4S8OIVSQ/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have tuition today at 4.30pm. Supposed to go tanning with Eileen and Esther but my tuition couldn't delay anymoreD: On the bright side, I'll be eating Fish &amp;amp; Co. tonight cos of my exam results:DDDDDDD Finally, I got an A1, for the first time, I realised I'm actually good at something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-1106103282378044374?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1106103282378044374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1106103282378044374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1106103282378044374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1106103282378044374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb73Mq52kHI/AAAAAAAAFy0/b8t_yHUJ4PE/s72-c/IMG_1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8071378920498999549</id><published>2009-03-16T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:51:07.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec1 Camp</title><content type='html'>Shall not blog on every single minute detail about the sec1 camp. I'll try to get the photos and post them up(: Haha. Today was a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YXiZa2tI/AAAAAAAAFwk/GLWMGPBwZUk/s1600-h/2597_1100250112938_1427225332_30301959_3185040_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313781771737422546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YXiZa2tI/AAAAAAAAFwk/GLWMGPBwZUk/s320/2597_1100250112938_1427225332_30301959_3185040_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YXeCjHHI/AAAAAAAAFwc/XNL7C2EkCQ4/s1600-h/2597_1100250072937_1427225332_30301958_5880971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313781770567752818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YXeCjHHI/AAAAAAAAFwc/XNL7C2EkCQ4/s320/2597_1100250072937_1427225332_30301958_5880971_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLa0JMiI/AAAAAAAAFv0/xbIfNOqrkIY/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313780464031969826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLa0JMiI/AAAAAAAAFv0/xbIfNOqrkIY/s320/DSC01591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YXd9jdmI/AAAAAAAAFwU/fMBSgpHRgHc/s1600-h/2597_1100250032936_1427225332_30301957_7506741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313781770546804322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YXd9jdmI/AAAAAAAAFwU/fMBSgpHRgHc/s320/2597_1100250032936_1427225332_30301957_7506741_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YWskURkI/AAAAAAAAFwM/9B4J6p1BvQo/s1600-h/2597_1100249992935_1427225332_30301956_4954287_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313781757287614018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YWskURkI/AAAAAAAAFwM/9B4J6p1BvQo/s320/2597_1100249992935_1427225332_30301956_4954287_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'LL MISS ALL YOU INSTRUCTORS)): Must add me on Facebook okay! And send me the photos people! (I know there's more:D)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YXgaYyTI/AAAAAAAAFws/7K9n8qZQu4I/s1600-h/DSC04489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313781771204610354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YXgaYyTI/AAAAAAAAFws/7K9n8qZQu4I/s320/DSC04489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLuQvBRI/AAAAAAAAFwE/iUDPGSZ48J0/s1600-h/DSC04472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313780469252162834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLuQvBRI/AAAAAAAAFwE/iUDPGSZ48J0/s320/DSC04472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLKTrWuI/AAAAAAAAFvs/8-O0G5x7tDM/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313780459600829154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLKTrWuI/AAAAAAAAFvs/8-O0G5x7tDM/s320/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLBE983I/AAAAAAAAFvk/QMala6c7XY4/s1600-h/DSC01571%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313780457123214194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLBE983I/AAAAAAAAFvk/QMala6c7XY4/s320/DSC01571%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLb4Pn9I/AAAAAAAAFv8/BjWP7BiEiNI/s1600-h/DSC04440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313780464317603794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5XLb4Pn9I/AAAAAAAAFv8/BjWP7BiEiNI/s320/DSC04440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8071378920498999549?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8071378920498999549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8071378920498999549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8071378920498999549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8071378920498999549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/sec1-camp.html' title='Sec1 Camp'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sb5YXiZa2tI/AAAAAAAAFwk/GLWMGPBwZUk/s72-c/2597_1100250112938_1427225332_30301959_3185040_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2386831516611681430</id><published>2009-03-15T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:25:06.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK</title><content type='html'>Back. Nauseous. Tired. Loved every minute in camp. I'm gonna sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-2386831516611681430?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2386831516611681430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2386831516611681430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2386831516611681430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2386831516611681430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/back.html' title='BACK'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-604747521039309554</id><published>2009-03-12T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:38:24.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter Twitter Chatter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sbj0E3IXkPI/AAAAAAAAFvc/xnabiktQWQw/s1600-h/3_smiles_by_gosiapod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312264124839203058" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sbj0E3IXkPI/AAAAAAAAFvc/xnabiktQWQw/s320/3_smiles_by_gosiapod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesss, I know. I've just signed up for Twitter, I did it eons ago, but I left that old account to rot then suddenly, I'm back using it again, HAHA! I can't believe I scored so low for Literature, I know I did well for English and I know I did well for F&amp;amp;N but I still can't believe my Literature dropped till so low. I expected an 18. Not a 14. It's like. RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to camp on Friday until Sunday, I think I might get my mother to write a letter to let me leave earlier from the camp so I can rush to church for Greeters. I miss serving badly, it somehow cheers me up to be able to cheer up other people who walk into church not smiling. Or I might do what I did last year, tell Mr Oh on the day itself that I need to leave early and he might say yes. I know he did say yes last year. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really gonna work hard after this holidays, no more fooling around! I need to get better grades to get good results for 'O's. I might consider going into JC even though I know it'll be tough. It's worth the shot though;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all Renny's fault, now I feel like eating Swensens cos he kept saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm so going to Swensens!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I'll be missing Zion cos I need to get my camp stuff. I haven't even packed yet. How last minute of me, as usual;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-604747521039309554?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/604747521039309554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=604747521039309554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/604747521039309554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/604747521039309554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter-twitter-chatter.html' title='Twitter Twitter Chatter'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/Sbj0E3IXkPI/AAAAAAAAFvc/xnabiktQWQw/s72-c/3_smiles_by_gosiapod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8331608433354023724</id><published>2009-03-10T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:02:18.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SbZITKPJCrI/AAAAAAAAFvE/hIiApDoSG1g/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311512304532654770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SbZITKPJCrI/AAAAAAAAFvE/hIiApDoSG1g/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from my phone on Sat. The rest are with the others which I didn't really bother to go FB or their blogs to grab. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I have for dinner? I'm left all alone in the dusty smelly old house again. I think maybe BK, but my ma will kill me once she finds out I'm still having fast food even though I'm sick. Hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8331608433354023724?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8331608433354023724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8331608433354023724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8331608433354023724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8331608433354023724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SbZITKPJCrI/AAAAAAAAFvE/hIiApDoSG1g/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7372973346709052398</id><published>2009-03-10T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:22:03.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT A POLAROID CAMERA.&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/4296334978540876790-7372973346709052398?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7372973346709052398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7372973346709052398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7372973346709052398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7372973346709052398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-sick.html' title='Still Sick'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1715887838642895576</id><published>2009-03-09T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:54:56.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGGHHH. I'm so STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STUPID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper was so easy and yet I failed by two marks.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO MARKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How am I supposed to sit for Os and pass when I can't even manage to pass SUCH A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREAKINNNNNNG SIMPLE PAPER&lt;/span&gt;. IT'S SO SIMPLE I BET IF I JUST WENT THROUGH A LITTLE OF THE TOPICS THE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VILLIAGE IDIOT CAN GET TOP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't helping me get well. THAT isn't helping either. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAGH, IF I FAIL ANY MORE SUBJECTS THAT I NEED FOR Os, I'LL CRY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm going for camp this friday to sunday. And I've developed an interest for Egyptian royals. Like Nefertiti and Tiyre. Nice names. Aye, this is so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROARRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AROAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ORAOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OAROAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;AORR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;RR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-1715887838642895576?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1715887838642895576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1715887838642895576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1715887838642895576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1715887838642895576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid.html' title='Stupid.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7918417616906171708</id><published>2009-03-06T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:14:54.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathhhh</title><content type='html'>I only got back my Chinese Common Test results. I've gotten a 20/50, failed by just 5marks. I'm still happy though:D Cos this means I won't be getting an F9. Woohoo:DDD Anyway, if I want to get back my English papers on Monday, I'd have to rush through an essay. Problem is, I left the worksheet with the topics in school. I'm such a "good" girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I really like you. Make me stop liking you. ROAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early tomorrow, I'm going for Sec1 camp next week so having bonding tomorrow. Ah ah ah, there's a downside too, I might be late for church AND I have Greeters that day, SO I might decide to leave on Saturday night;D Or very early on Sunday morning. Heh. I haven't been doing Greeters for so long that I miss it. YES, I MISS MY MINISTRIES OKAY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Siew Jean and Kar Hwang today. OH MY MA, SIEW JEAN AND KAR HWANG. I laugh, though I wonder how they met. I remember vaguely Kar Hwang telling me about her or someone that he knows who is my primary school classmate. Maybe it's her, I'm not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SundaySundaySunday, we'll see&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7918417616906171708?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7918417616906171708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7918417616906171708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7918417616906171708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7918417616906171708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/mathhhh.html' title='Mathhhh'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5099794829205859566</id><published>2009-03-05T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:35:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATH CT TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>I'm deciding if I should have dinner. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5099794829205859566?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5099794829205859566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5099794829205859566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5099794829205859566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5099794829205859566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/math-ct-tomorrow.html' title='MATH CT TOMORROW'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2293890860082433362</id><published>2009-03-04T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:52:08.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY MA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH MY CRAAAAPPPP. I JUST FOUND OUT SOMETHING SHOCKINGGGG.&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;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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT I CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT IT IS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh like crap whenever I think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-2293890860082433362?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2293890860082433362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2293890860082433362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2293890860082433362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2293890860082433362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-ma.html' title='OH MY MA'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5259564960125509442</id><published>2009-03-04T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:42:53.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't be bothered thinking of titles</title><content type='html'>I keep getting headaches again. Oh boy. There's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The term 'best friend' seems lost to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I'm obvious or in love. Oh crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling super sleepy now. Sleepy. Sleepy. Sleepy. I don't feel like eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5259564960125509442?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5259564960125509442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5259564960125509442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5259564960125509442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5259564960125509442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-be-bothered-thinking-of-titles.html' title='I can&apos;t be bothered thinking of titles'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5816750417542159033</id><published>2009-03-03T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:57:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Problem</title><content type='html'>Yes, my smelly laptop's internet connection is not working again so I'm using my brother's computer who was kind (&lt;em&gt;a saint&lt;/em&gt;- my brother decided to replace kind with saint but he is definately pushing his luck;D) enough (not to mention in a &lt;em&gt;humourous&lt;/em&gt; mood) to lend it to me. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hip hip hoorah, yay, Zoie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so sarcarstic that if you can't tell, please buy a brain then read my blog again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Literature and here I am, not reading Mocking Bird. What a perfect student I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like vomiting the entire day during lessons and my examinations, it sucks cos the vomit will rise to my throat and I'll have to swallow it back because I can't bear to dirty the &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; cement-not-tiled-or-painted-floors of my school and classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just said my esteem is too big for myself. I shall take that as a compliment but I still beg to differ. Tomorrow I shall post a photo I took today on the MRT station. Boon Lay became Joo Koon. I was trying to snap a photo of it, and I did:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tieng taught me how to play the keyboard. I learnt to play Heart of Worship, very nice song(: I was inspired by Elishah (is that how I spell his name?) because last night during Vocal Training he came and played the piano for us and Ariane, Tiffany and I had a late dinner with him. Extremely cheerful person:D They're a funny bunch too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long rubbish post because I have absolutely nothing to do now. Today, I was in class and we had to practice our oral reading, when teacher picked me to read out just one sentence, I was already shaking because I felt a little nervous. Sure, I can go on stage and sing, but asking me to read in my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ORAL READING VOICE&lt;/span&gt; is just suicide. On a lighter note, Mrs neeryM gnA said I would most likely get a Band 1 or 2. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother says if he has to post something, he'll only post one sentence like: Cheese makes me emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, not me, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5816750417542159033?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5816750417542159033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5816750417542159033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5816750417542159033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5816750417542159033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-problem.html' title='Old Problem'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4287485356545082159</id><published>2009-03-01T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:54:10.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion At Its Best</title><content type='html'>I'm dead tired. I'm extremely confused. I feel like running away. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I feel like I'm falling down or at the brink of fainting. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saw you. Talked a bit. Made me smile a little. Made me happier a little. I'm glad I still can have this privillage of admiring someone so near, yet so far. Clichė, but hey, it's the truth(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what I'm not doing right now:DD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUDYING&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad bad &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; student:P Aye, things are just going to get harder as the days get tougher. Welcome back to reality, Zoie. Welcome back. My mother told me my name means Actress, says she found it in a Baby Name Book. Maybe that's where all my melodramaticness came from. We should find that book and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BURN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it:D Aren't I the smartest person you'll ever meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, do I inspire any of you at all? Lots of people tell me they find my personality &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt;. I'll take that as a compliment even though I know it means something bad. Oh dearrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored that I really feel the need to &lt;s&gt;study&lt;/s&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sneezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go drink water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I didn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW?&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/4296334978540876790-4287485356545082159?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4287485356545082159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4287485356545082159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4287485356545082159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4287485356545082159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/confusion-at-its-best.html' title='Confusion At Its Best'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4807531131746605874</id><published>2009-02-28T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:03:49.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposedly the Happy Post from Yesterday</title><content type='html'>FINALLY GOT THE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMOOFY&lt;/span&gt; BLUETOOTH TO WORK. Just for you people, I decided to stay awake even though I'm so tired till I can kill a cow, to post this. And from the latter sentence, you can infer from that how tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRY8Nl9uI/AAAAAAAAFu0/2MyoSm7IKHo/s1600-h/DSC00424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307863124754691810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRY8Nl9uI/AAAAAAAAFu0/2MyoSm7IKHo/s320/DSC00424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRYytDe2I/AAAAAAAAFus/NBx5w6yV2S0/s1600-h/DSC00428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307863122202295138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRYytDe2I/AAAAAAAAFus/NBx5w6yV2S0/s320/DSC00428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRZPopo2I/AAAAAAAAFu8/yZ2OtND18Xg/s1600-h/DSC00426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307863129968452450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRZPopo2I/AAAAAAAAFu8/yZ2OtND18Xg/s320/DSC00426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte, supposedly studying. Turns out a whole lot differently than what we were supposed to be doing;D But hey, all in the name of &lt;em&gt;Funnnnnn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRYrYe4VI/AAAAAAAAFuk/_5BoILI4TD4/s1600-h/DSC00423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307863120236962130" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRYrYe4VI/AAAAAAAAFuk/_5BoILI4TD4/s320/DSC00423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, P/S (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRYomQeZI/AAAAAAAAFuc/sVwq-eJ9nRc/s1600-h/DSC00432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307863119489431954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRYomQeZI/AAAAAAAAFuc/sVwq-eJ9nRc/s320/DSC00432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was awesome:D Not going to elaborate more. I'm going to dream about marshmellows tonight and I'm proud of it:DDDDD!&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/4296334978540876790-4807531131746605874?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4807531131746605874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4807531131746605874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4807531131746605874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4807531131746605874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/supposedly-happy-post-from-yesterday.html' title='Supposedly the Happy Post from Yesterday'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SalRY8Nl9uI/AAAAAAAAFu0/2MyoSm7IKHo/s72-c/DSC00424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7598158321857938726</id><published>2009-02-27T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:52:55.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Sides of A Story</title><content type='html'>Happy Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to do a picture blog today, as in, no typing etc, but then, my phone's bluetooth has gone haywire, again. Anyway, I'm kind of happy today:D I'm happy that at least I know they will be getting fed, taken care of, that they will have a better person to guide them and at least I know they will not stumble(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My heartbeat flipped, rose up then lightly fluttered down when I saw your silhouette even though I was using my sore eye. I'm happy,&lt;em&gt; I smiled today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I saw it coming. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I knew it'd happen&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I didn't realise it would be so soon. I really &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wished I had managed my time better, somehow, I'm upset that I didn't earn their trust fast enough, that when I wanted to meet them up or give them ________, they'd either change their minds the last minute with plans for that day or they would say they can't make it. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't cry at first&lt;/span&gt;, I took it in slowly, understanding evey word and what he meant. I knew if I were him, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'd do it too&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for the better&lt;/span&gt;, I don't want them to stumble either. When I came back, I didn't really talk, I knew if I said a little too much, I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; start sobbing. &lt;em&gt;No use sobbing&lt;/em&gt;, I told myself, &lt;em&gt;You saw it coming&lt;/em&gt;. I wonder if I'm really prepared enough, if I'm capable even. Or if I can even be trusted by him. Everytime, I'd tell myself &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not to make things difficult&lt;/span&gt; for my leaders but most of the time, I do the exact opposite. It's time to change, I keep telling myself, but tomorrow always creeps in. I need to get rid of all my&lt;em&gt; 'tomorrows'&lt;/em&gt;. It's time to change, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just be more of You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7598158321857938726?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7598158321857938726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7598158321857938726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7598158321857938726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7598158321857938726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-sides-of-story.html' title='Two Sides of A Story'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4597922662126660490</id><published>2009-02-26T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:43:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why that title for this post you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I think I'm in a mentally retarded class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Classmate: That's why you're the teacher!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sent the entire F&amp;amp;N class laughing. It was a relief teacher though, Mdm CTZ was not in school today, sick, we were told:/ Anyway, it rained heeaavvily. That Wei Yuan made me feel so __________ in the SJAB room lah, he talked a lot of nonsense that sent Charlotte and the rest, including me, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm glad I know who to trust, I want to keep it low down, don't want to let other people know about it. This Sunday will determine the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307100921765520386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaacK4z7ZAI/AAAAAAAAFuU/Na5lrT-HBwY/s320/DSC00411.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-4597922662126660490?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4597922662126660490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4597922662126660490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4597922662126660490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4597922662126660490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaacK4z7ZAI/AAAAAAAAFuU/Na5lrT-HBwY/s72-c/DSC00411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-3680958779755813809</id><published>2009-02-25T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:22:44.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Oh mamamamama, I have a F&amp;amp;N test tomorrowDDDDD: &amp;amp; i have the sudden craving for &lt;em&gt;Chips More!&lt;/em&gt; what am I to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, I think I might just fall asleep, too bad I need to study. I think I'll just go through the text briefly then go down get the chips, stare at it till the chips turn rancid and sleep:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SO DEAD TIRED, I CAN EAT A HORSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was totally no link, thus proving how tired/hyper I am right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-3680958779755813809?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3680958779755813809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=3680958779755813809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3680958779755813809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3680958779755813809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-957335783964848447</id><published>2009-02-24T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:34:37.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still sleepy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Time to gear up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to stand strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put on that armor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prepare our swords,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A battle shall start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to get back what we've once lost,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Determination, perserverance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stir in our hearts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go down deep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pour out Your Spirit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we start praying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From praying, we'll preach,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, we'll teach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the world know someone is here,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some one is here, to save them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing for me to do today): I'm super bored, I'm not allowed out of the house or to meet Dionne. Next week is Common Test, how I wish I can fast forward to next year, hopefully laughing at my other friends' expense, telling them: &lt;strong&gt;HAHA, I'M OUT OF CHANGKAT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if this time, I can score well for my Math and Science, I tell you I will scream. It will also be the first time I pass my Math in Changkat, haha. I'm off to practice whatever I've forgotten now. Taaa(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-957335783964848447?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/957335783964848447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=957335783964848447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/957335783964848447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/957335783964848447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-sleepy.html' title='I&apos;m still sleepy!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7887600430104983028</id><published>2009-02-24T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:51:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeworrrrkkk</title><content type='html'>I'm taking this chance that I'm not in school today to do all my incomplete homework and get all my files sorted. Aye. I'm so sleepy):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7887600430104983028?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7887600430104983028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7887600430104983028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7887600430104983028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7887600430104983028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/homeworrrrkkk.html' title='Homeworrrrkkk'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8861967798520136961</id><published>2009-02-23T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:11:01.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe In, Breath Out</title><content type='html'>That was what Aglin was telling me in the General Office. I'm still pretty unresponsive now to pretty much everything. My mother was shocked/ worried when the doctors asked me stuff and I didn't even blink at them, just kind of stared right past them, heh. Not my fault though, I just super tired and I was trying to say stuff but no words were coming out, my mouth didn't even open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that last night I didn't even sleep. Okay, wait before I tell you that, I'm going to tell you ANOTHER thing: Usually when I think something will happen to me, it usually happens to me. Like one time, I felt like I will meet someone I know in TM, and the next few hours, I saw at least 1 or 2 people I know. This pretty much comes to past 90% of the time.Okay, back to story, I couldn't sleep last night and I really don't know why. I was like " SLEEP ZOIE, SLEEP." And just as I was dozing off, my alarm clock &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; HAD TO RING. So, I got up and changed blah blah blah, then I told my mother I wasn't feeling well. Just then, I thought about these past few weeks the people who hyperventilated and wondered how it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUT&lt;/strong&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, another thing: The other time I went cycling with Charlotte, she fell and had this big big big wound which I didn't get in donkey years. So the next week, I went swave-boarding with Dionne and just as we were getting on the swave-board, I thought: What does it feel like to get a super huge wound that bleeds till no end again? And I shrugged it off, and swaved. Not even 1hour later, I fell down a steep slope with Dionne and gotten what I wanted- a huge ass wound that bleeds till no end. &lt;em&gt;Two&lt;/em&gt;, in fact. Back to story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACTION&lt;/strong&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after Social Studies, I had Math and I felt a headache coming on, so decided to not to do so much activity in PE. My gastric started acting up, it wasn't painful but when I have gastric my throat sort of feels like it's getting smaller or someone is choking me and it's really uncomfortable. Soon after meeting up with Aglin and Lyn, I tried talking then I couldn't help but cry. It was THAT uncomfortable. I went into the canteen, felt like vomited then when we walked out of the canteen, I started hyperventilating and vomiting. Like what the smoof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aglin called up my mom who picked me up and the whole time, Aglin, Lyn and Charlotte were with me and cracking jokes, I was like going to laugh, but I couldn't, and I was seriously zoning out by then. I wanted to tell them to help me get my bag so many times but I just stared into space: oh my, I sound like a dead fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents sent me to CGH and they stuck some weird camera thing down my nose and into my throat, the numbing thing still hasn't worn off and I'm feeling weird because of it. It was gross so I won't care to explain much, I have a strange feeling the doctors thought I was so stressed or traumatised that I lost my voice, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, I got my voice back and I'm glad I can actually talk now. I was practically shouting things in my head like: &lt;strong&gt;IT'S OBVIOUS I'M UNCOMFORTABLE!&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;STOP PUSHING THE WHEELCHAIR BACK AND FORTH COS I'M HAVING A HEADACHE BIG ENOUGH TO BURST MY NOGGIN&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha:D I shall rest now. I don't think I'll be using my 2 days MC though. I'll see if I'm better tomorrow. Right now, I still feel like vomiting, oh smoof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8861967798520136961?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8861967798520136961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8861967798520136961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8861967798520136961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8861967798520136961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/breathe-in-breath-out.html' title='Breathe In, Breath Out'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4199348481914690713</id><published>2009-02-22T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:47:11.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic</title><content type='html'>You heard me, my schedule is extremey chaotic right now with a capital 'KAY'. Anyway, it's proven in all the recent photos of me, my eyebags are super distracting and really ugly, anyone knows how to get rid of them? ): Anyway, yesterday was Scouts Campfire, couldn't make it to cell cos if I went I can't stay for more than an hour. &amp;amp; I'm happy today, but I won't tell you guys why:DDDD Partly cause Pastor Mike from the PlanetShakers church was here today and I was laughing throughout the entire service, oh and &lt;strong&gt;PICTTTTUREESS of YESTERDAYYY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTV0Gf9DI/AAAAAAAAFuM/iETqTvecAkU/s1600-h/DSC00395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613470247416882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTV0Gf9DI/AAAAAAAAFuM/iETqTvecAkU/s320/DSC00395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynnnieee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTVq5ZVrI/AAAAAAAAFuE/28gN7fQGvfg/s1600-h/DSC00397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613467776538290" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTVq5ZVrI/AAAAAAAAFuE/28gN7fQGvfg/s320/DSC00397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for guessing it right,&lt;br /&gt;clue: Starts with a "&lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt;" ends with a "&lt;em&gt;ABIL&lt;/em&gt;" ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTVZW8lSI/AAAAAAAAFt8/G-cSYD_r7Ds/s1600-h/DSC00400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613463068644642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTVZW8lSI/AAAAAAAAFt8/G-cSYD_r7Ds/s320/DSC00400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHI WEI DIDN'T TAKE THE PIC PROPERLY DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTGhDec_I/AAAAAAAAFt0/6VIrNV1niE0/s1600-h/DSC00401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613207436424178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTGhDec_I/AAAAAAAAFt0/6VIrNV1niE0/s320/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Nic, I know about the eyebags, it's terribleeeee)):&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTGoQ4CfI/AAAAAAAAFts/ttMy7v1Gotw/s1600-h/DSC00402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613209371675122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTGoQ4CfI/AAAAAAAAFts/ttMy7v1Gotw/s320/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Whee Sir and us:D He's super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTGZpkqaI/AAAAAAAAFtk/3ZoG0XqxPZ4/s1600-h/DSC00403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613205448731042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTGZpkqaI/AAAAAAAAFtk/3ZoG0XqxPZ4/s320/DSC00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SanJ and me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTGO3S_jI/AAAAAAAAFtc/L4WshUnwi6Q/s1600-h/DSC00408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613202553503282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTGO3S_jI/AAAAAAAAFtc/L4WshUnwi6Q/s320/DSC00408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xena, Jas, Claudia and Zoie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly didn't know Xena was Solomon's sister and Claudia was Loren's sister. I was super blur today that I think I embarrassed myself. &lt;em&gt;A lot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to my granma's birthday, thus cancelled the meeting with Mag once more): Super sian, I was looking forward to a WESTERN dinner. But the dinner with my family wasn't that bad(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTFzVB2SI/AAAAAAAAFtU/aNBb2tY9Ihs/s1600-h/DSC00409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613195162016034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTFzVB2SI/AAAAAAAAFtU/aNBb2tY9Ihs/s320/DSC00409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Granny &amp;amp; the youngest cousin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, PlanetShakers came to The CornerStone:D Andy, Elijah or Elisha ( I can't remember which of the brother), another greeter and someone else plus me (very extra, I know:D) sneaked up when they were having sound check. Super cool:D But we got chased down by Joel Lim, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFSHHDjTFI/AAAAAAAAFtE/ZrRjNZKQYh8/s1600-h/DSC00388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305612118125661266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFSHHDjTFI/AAAAAAAAFtE/ZrRjNZKQYh8/s320/DSC00388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFSHKCcHiI/AAAAAAAAFtM/udL5WZf2Bwk/s1600-h/DSC00389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305612118926302754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFSHKCcHiI/AAAAAAAAFtM/udL5WZf2Bwk/s320/DSC00389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot their names. The lead singers I mean. Beside them is Eunice! and Melissa! :D I also didn't know I was blocking them : JASMIN YOU DIDN'T TELL ME I WAS BLOCKING HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, and they messed up my hair. Hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okaaaay, I'm pretty tired now, all I'm waiting for is for my hair to dry then I shall pop into my soft and warm bed, &lt;em&gt;mmmmm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-4199348481914690713?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4199348481914690713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4199348481914690713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4199348481914690713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4199348481914690713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/chaotic.html' title='Chaotic'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SaFTV0Gf9DI/AAAAAAAAFuM/iETqTvecAkU/s72-c/DSC00395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-6963954170031174189</id><published>2009-02-19T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:01:19.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M IGNORING THE FACT THAT I HAVE A HUMONGOUS PHYSICS TEST TOMORROW:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I keep dreaming of people I either don't normally dream of or I seldom think about them&lt;br /&gt;-I keep sneezing recently&lt;br /&gt;-I can't wait to eat at Fish &amp;amp; Co. tomorrow with Mag&lt;br /&gt;-I can't wait to drop POA, (I'm very determined about that:D)&lt;br /&gt;-I'm gonna tell the whole world I prefer Art, English and  Literature than any other learnable subjects in school, if there's even such a word.&lt;br /&gt;-I want to meet up with my BFF and she's a big fat meanie who didn't tell me her SIMcard is fixed and she also owes me 9bucks ( I'm a very generous person so you don't have to pay me:D)&lt;br /&gt;-I want can't wait to talk to Aglin and Lyn tomorrow and yet I don't know why. I'm psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;-I was thinking of asking Khairul to buy me M&amp;amp;Ms again&lt;br /&gt;-I want to stop thinking so much things at one time, posting this for the sake of posting isn't helping:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaayyy, Mr H wrote a poem today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Litter, litter everywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one seems to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me bend a little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to pick up the tiny bits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least now the class is clean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before any lesson can begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is funny. No joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-6963954170031174189?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6963954170031174189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=6963954170031174189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/6963954170031174189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/6963954170031174189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8655206511085455346</id><published>2009-02-18T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:13:35.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>My blog's back, yo:D Haha! I even managed to make a nice badge thing for my cousin's advert on my blog(: He's selling houses, so if you're looking for one, do click on it and visit his web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of fun? Daphne transferred to my class on Tuesday, I was kind of shocked but I'm glad to have her around, couldn't talk much to her because she's sitting so far from me): And I think the haze is causing hyperventilation. Shikin just recovered from her stressful ordeal on Friday and not even one week passed before the dreaded thing hit one of my closest friend: Aglin. I didn't even know it happened until Nigel told meD: Glin, must get better okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been eating healthily recently but I don't seem to give two hoots, hoho. I've got tons of homework not yet completed, I honestly can't remember which ones. Oh dear. I can't wait till friday, though I don't know what will happen then, and I can't wait for Sunday:D Weeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8655206511085455346?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8655206511085455346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8655206511085455346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8655206511085455346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8655206511085455346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/holla.html' title='Holla!'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1970300888391101562</id><published>2009-02-17T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:11:06.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criesss</title><content type='html'>My blog or internet has something wrong! I can't see my header or upload a picture to replace it, thus the heading "&lt;em&gt;I don't know where my pictures went&lt;/em&gt;". Is it just me or are you other bloggers experiencing this too? Can anyone help me:/ ? And can you see my photos and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mmmm desperrrrateee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-1970300888391101562?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1970300888391101562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1970300888391101562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1970300888391101562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1970300888391101562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/criesss.html' title='Criesss'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7307079554182573627</id><published>2009-02-15T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:39:41.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big whoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Big whoop, I thought you all moved on from it. I thought on friday we settled it, once and for all And yet you still post that on Saturday when I did nothing against you that day, who's holding on to the past now. Just because of what Charlotte said, you assumed I thought you four were bimbos when I can definately name out you four's good points. I don't really want to care anymore, be angry at me all you like for this post. You might say I'm being emotionally led now, but I had have a talk with Jasmin and, well, I've decided to let go. Right now, I just want things to go back the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I sms that I was sorry for my reaction on friday already? &lt;em&gt;Didn't I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Fun, wacky, provides a listening ear, loving, loud, crazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yok&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Quiet, demure, listens and advises, tries to get people to listen, loves the people, lady-like, gives a shoulder to cry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tieng&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Fun, leader-like, will listen and advise, tries to see two sides of things, cares for her sheep and the girls around her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Loud, crazy, fun, loves God, loves the people, tries to be a friend, provides a listening ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7307079554182573627?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7307079554182573627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7307079554182573627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7307079554182573627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7307079554182573627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-whoop.html' title='Big whoop'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8254364592249697317</id><published>2009-02-13T16:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:31:43.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headers headers</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, me and Dionne went to take photos, initially it was for my blog headers, then we decided to just make it into a mini photo shoot:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9Zpyl-XI/AAAAAAAAFqw/8Z70mZL4dpM/s1600-h/DSC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211647222708594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9Zpyl-XI/AAAAAAAAFqw/8Z70mZL4dpM/s320/DSC00106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-w0gfnHI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/qrZ1ivtckn8/s1600-h/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302213144748203122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-w0gfnHI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/qrZ1ivtckn8/s320/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-wjLlNyI/AAAAAAAAFsI/n2skfDbFbXM/s1600-h/DSC00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302213140097087266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-wjLlNyI/AAAAAAAAFsI/n2skfDbFbXM/s320/DSC00114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-wm_8qOI/AAAAAAAAFsA/iZTDqKs9Wpc/s1600-h/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302213141122033890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-wm_8qOI/AAAAAAAAFsA/iZTDqKs9Wpc/s320/DSC00115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-SSOyteI/AAAAAAAAFr4/VC9_QfdndRs/s1600-h/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302212620151076322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-SSOyteI/AAAAAAAAFr4/VC9_QfdndRs/s320/DSC00116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taking the photos when it started drizzling ad turned into a nightmare of a storm, exaggerating but you get my point:D So we went to shelter and I had this most brilliant idea to take photos in the rain:D Hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-SedsrBI/AAAAAAAAFrw/CKDyNbanDaY/s1600-h/DSC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302212623434820626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-SedsrBI/AAAAAAAAFrw/CKDyNbanDaY/s320/DSC00117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-SFl9V9I/AAAAAAAAFro/LXXqxvWpVJE/s1600-h/DSC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302212616758581202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-SFl9V9I/AAAAAAAAFro/LXXqxvWpVJE/s320/DSC00119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-SKLO1oI/AAAAAAAAFrg/LWGXOeQ_XcM/s1600-h/DSC00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302212617988658818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU-SKLO1oI/AAAAAAAAFrg/LWGXOeQ_XcM/s320/DSC00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos aren't in order cos some are from Dionne's phone:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9tokcVUI/AAAAAAAAFrY/EYSRJra_xTY/s1600-h/DSC00332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211990492304706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9tokcVUI/AAAAAAAAFrY/EYSRJra_xTY/s320/DSC00332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9tYnZBdI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/RpuKdmbaQm4/s1600-h/DSC00334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211986209703378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9tYnZBdI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/RpuKdmbaQm4/s320/DSC00334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9taWKEKI/AAAAAAAAFrI/PfvGh5XIEEo/s1600-h/DSC00335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211986674290850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9taWKEKI/AAAAAAAAFrI/PfvGh5XIEEo/s320/DSC00335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9tHr4XUI/AAAAAAAAFrA/L_rcVTNV9Ws/s1600-h/DSC00336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211981665131842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9tHr4XUI/AAAAAAAAFrA/L_rcVTNV9Ws/s320/DSC00336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A much further shot of her with the same pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9tMabYCI/AAAAAAAAFq4/UhRzIONlHaA/s1600-h/DSC01987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211982934106146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9tMabYCI/AAAAAAAAFq4/UhRzIONlHaA/s320/DSC01987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne deleted her own wet photoD: That unfair person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was Ah Han's korkor's wedding, another time for us cousin's to get together! The place was beaaaauutiful! The same place as where the Colors Conference was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9ZS4WgwI/AAAAAAAAFqo/vx42XMkkWvc/s1600-h/n567733066_1565474_8289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211641072845570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9ZS4WgwI/AAAAAAAAFqo/vx42XMkkWvc/s320/n567733066_1565474_8289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face looks fat in most of the picturesD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9Zc4n6HI/AAAAAAAAFqg/4_wqQSa1dP4/s1600-h/n567733066_1565475_9176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211643758340210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9Zc4n6HI/AAAAAAAAFqg/4_wqQSa1dP4/s320/n567733066_1565475_9176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9ZHMw8xI/AAAAAAAAFqY/m6risevrliA/s1600-h/n567733066_1565476_9477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211637937238802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9ZHMw8xI/AAAAAAAAFqY/m6risevrliA/s320/n567733066_1565476_9477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9ZJ5ZpDI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/MyR0e1o94rA/s1600-h/n567733066_1565479_521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211638661325874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9ZJ5ZpDI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/MyR0e1o94rA/s320/n567733066_1565479_521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this little boy!!!! He had super long hair! I have no idea who he was but Eileen wanted to take a photo with him but she scared pai seh, so instead I asked his mother then me and the boy took a photo together:DD He's only 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU8lPwIvQI/AAAAAAAAFqI/noSP8vqrAFI/s1600-h/n567733066_1565504_138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302210746879884546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU8lPwIvQI/AAAAAAAAFqI/noSP8vqrAFI/s320/n567733066_1565504_138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it would be keychains or a pair of chopsticks, this time it was toy bears! I love it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU8k1jpNnI/AAAAAAAAFqA/2tYGSt1ToVY/s1600-h/n567733066_1565505_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302210739848164978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU8k1jpNnI/AAAAAAAAFqA/2tYGSt1ToVY/s320/n567733066_1565505_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU8k_26GUI/AAAAAAAAFp4/5jQGYL4Tko8/s1600-h/n567733066_1565509_2162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302210742613317954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU8k_26GUI/AAAAAAAAFp4/5jQGYL4Tko8/s320/n567733066_1565509_2162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen, Esther, Sharmin and me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU8k1hE_KI/AAAAAAAAFpo/LGcUKptszeY/s1600-h/n567733066_1565526_586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302210739837402274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU8k1hE_KI/AAAAAAAAFpo/LGcUKptszeY/s320/n567733066_1565526_586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU7C0beHhI/AAAAAAAAFpg/fyRrJ0XAWF4/s1600-h/n567733066_1565646_4682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302209055918267922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU7C0beHhI/AAAAAAAAFpg/fyRrJ0XAWF4/s320/n567733066_1565646_4682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU6_rOvaII/AAAAAAAAFpY/M_-qXVIknZc/s1600-h/n567733066_1565658_9212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302209001909348482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU6_rOvaII/AAAAAAAAFpY/M_-qXVIknZc/s320/n567733066_1565658_9212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy and the rest made me and Esther drink beer. Esther drank half a glass, I only managed a little sip:P The red wine had a more acrid taste. The champagne was alright, although I still didn't like it. I guess my dislike for alcohol won't change that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I need your help! I want to decide the nicest look header:D SO, here are a few designs I've come up with and all you need to do is tag my board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZUztJrZjcI/AAAAAAAAFo4/lJGvL_phXXo/s1600-h/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302200987083705794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZUztJrZjcI/AAAAAAAAFo4/lJGvL_phXXo/s320/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU0POLyF_I/AAAAAAAAFpA/SsXXThqQk6g/s1600-h/DSC00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302201572408825842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU0POLyF_I/AAAAAAAAFpA/SsXXThqQk6g/s320/DSC00114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU1CAz2VEI/AAAAAAAAFpI/2XHqJ6M2O8I/s1600-h/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302202444992107586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU1CAz2VEI/AAAAAAAAFpI/2XHqJ6M2O8I/s320/DSC00116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU1clwYkrI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/sILNvIEBQTo/s1600-h/Picnik_collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302202901586285234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU1clwYkrI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/sILNvIEBQTo/s320/Picnik_collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8254364592249697317?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8254364592249697317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8254364592249697317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8254364592249697317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8254364592249697317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/headers-headers.html' title='Headers headers'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZU9Zpyl-XI/AAAAAAAAFqw/8Z70mZL4dpM/s72-c/DSC00106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4054336174884100704</id><published>2009-02-12T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:34:13.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats</title><content type='html'>Grats to my cousin Ah Han and his wife Chloe Jie Jie:DD Cousin Andy made me drink, so did Eileen and Esther and Dean. Hoho, &lt;em&gt;red wine, beer and champagne&lt;/em&gt;. I'm a little tipsy now, forget all my troubles. I'm off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-4054336174884100704?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4054336174884100704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4054336174884100704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4054336174884100704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4054336174884100704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/congrats.html' title='Congrats'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4920551332617572549</id><published>2009-02-11T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:58:26.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes that are sore.</title><content type='html'>Sore eyes. Eyes Sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my header picture. I'm going get Dionne to help me take a photo after school tomorrow and I'll change it again:D That's header shall be my temporary one, I'll put it when my blog is under "maintenance". Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in school. Again. Due to the contagious virus in my eyes that prevents me from wearing lenses and if I do, burn the oh smoof out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting hungry more and more easily these days. Life is unfair and I'm missing out a lot on lessons. Feydric will kill me if I don't bring the &lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt; by tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-4920551332617572549?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4920551332617572549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4920551332617572549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4920551332617572549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4920551332617572549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/eyes-that-are-sore.html' title='Eyes that are sore.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7462525359580638488</id><published>2009-02-10T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:15:20.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbooking &amp; sore eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a55774e4459304d413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play It won't ever go away" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a55774e4459304d413d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a55774e444d324d773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play Hello;" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a55774e444d324d773d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, I've found a place to make scrapbooks:D Email me or tag me if you want the website;D Hee. You can't really make &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; it since there's designs provided so it's not as fun. I'm trying to find websites that allows me to edit photos and make it look like it's from a scrapbook page when it isn't. Don't tell me picnik cos I know about that, I want something like flip.com but it closed down even before I could edit my photos in it): It's a whole plate of baloney cheese sandwich if you ask me, don't mind my weird terms, I'm sick and have the sore eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm glad God made us able to sigh because I've been doing it so much recently that it's becoming the way I breathe. I'm wondering when was the first time I decided to lie to myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7462525359580638488?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7462525359580638488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7462525359580638488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7462525359580638488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7462525359580638488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/scrapbooking-sore-eyes.html' title='Scrapbooking &amp; sore eyes'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-3659413338572660452</id><published>2009-02-09T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:22:42.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renny fell down ( Again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZAfKEHOy-I/AAAAAAAAFoA/ucPAic5ZHh8/s1600-h/DSC00279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300771019178298338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZAfKEHOy-I/AAAAAAAAFoA/ucPAic5ZHh8/s320/DSC00279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unglam photo of Rona (like I promised:D) It's revenge for clanging so loudly in my ear last Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Renny just completed the Annual Fall-From-Chair incident. It was hilarious:D My cousin's wedding is on Thursday, bwahaha, I get to wear my really nice blue dress that I'm absolutely in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird feeling Dionne passed her virus to me, cos I feel really clammy and feel like my breathing is restricted. Oh ho. Aye, the stupid hairdresser cut my fringe until like crap like that, it's so ew and disgusting now): I miss my old fringe.Roarrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-3659413338572660452?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3659413338572660452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=3659413338572660452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3659413338572660452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/3659413338572660452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/renny-fell-down-again.html' title='Renny fell down ( Again)'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SZAfKEHOy-I/AAAAAAAAFoA/ucPAic5ZHh8/s72-c/DSC00279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5962317131979393090</id><published>2009-02-07T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:35:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to the Few</title><content type='html'>To Ennoid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to not know who you are. Suddenly, I realised that I've become the Person-Who-Has-No-Money and you, the Person-Who-Lends-Me-Money. &amp;amp; then, suddenly, after I've got back on my own two feet (thank God), &amp;amp; have enough money, you suddenly become a calculative snob, every cent seems to matter to you. I feel like I've lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't used to be like this, we would lend each other stuff so much so that we forgot who's was whose, that how much we owe each other didn't matter. I think I'm losing a best friend, I think I'm losing myself. I don't know how to ask you what happened, I'm afraid to hear what you have to say, what you might not say and keep it in your heart. I realised that no matter how true a person tries to be towards another, some how there's always, always something that they're hiding. Something small or something big, but it's always a something. If we let go of one 'something', a new one comes along. That's what I've found out. Please please please, scold me. Please please please tell me what's going on. I would give the time of the world just to spend time with you because like I always say: You left something in my heart just by being the first actual friend to me. But sometimes, I wonder if you would do the same. If I also left something in your memory that is worth learning from, and worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you realised but I've been unhappy more and more easily recently. &amp;amp; I know you want the old me back, so I'm trying. If you do read this, let me know and tell me how you feel. I don't want you to be angry, I don't want you to be sad, but neither do I want you to shrug it off. I just want to be the best friend I can be to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nimsaj:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me we'd start anew, but nothing seems different to me today. Nothing. Tell me why. &amp;amp; maybe this time, don't talk so much, but just be there. It makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Flesym:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being such a mean pig, you. You're getting annoying, getting on my nerves. Stop throwing your silly emo parties because no ones wants a girl like that. Just shut up and keep moving. You've always beeng telling me to keep holding on, going strong, to lean back and fall on God, but now you're doing the exact opposite, what's up?! Slap yourself awake, look around. I thought you learnt something from your trip to Myanmar. Stop listening to the devil's lies. WAKE UP, cos I want to see the real you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5962317131979393090?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5962317131979393090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5962317131979393090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5962317131979393090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5962317131979393090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/letters-to-few.html' title='Letters to the Few'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7407764350374721418</id><published>2009-02-05T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:23:10.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYq0Xjk5EoI/AAAAAAAAFn4/UgKpQj3xJX0/s1600-h/DSC00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I honestly can't be bothered to post up any photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat anything until 2.39pm today thus I had to endure a bout of gastrics. My gastrics is kind of different, it doesn't really hurt, it kinds of feel like there's something pressing against my throat causing me to find it hard to breathe. It's so uncomfortable that sometimes I can talk till I almost cry. And that's not all, if I DO eat, I'll vomit some of it back up again with the acidic taste in my mouth. Sad case, uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a splitting headache too. Roar, enough about how horrible I'm feeling right now, I'll go read my newly bought book:D Oh &amp;amp; my dad found my &lt;em&gt;Jesse Mcartney: Beautiful Soul CD&lt;/em&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll know it's love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday I walk pass the same old, same old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching couples stroll, there they go, they go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe in teenage love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can't change my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I'll know love when I see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I'll know it's love when I see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends keep telling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how great their lives can possibly be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smile and don't tell them that I can't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I know at the end of the day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when her boy's away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she'll be crying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, crying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I'll know love when I see it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos I'll know it's love when I see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I honestly don't believe that teenage love is true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me one that's God sent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and maybe I'll know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, I'll know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see her heart break,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that smile just fades from her face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She looks at me with tears in her eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asking me why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I'll know love when I see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I'll know it's love when I see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I honestly don't believe teenage love is true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me one that's God sent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and maybe I'll know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, I'll know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that He provides me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with all the love I need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in my darkest times it's Him that I will seek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I don't believe in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos I don't see it happening,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span style="font-family:Mistral;"&gt;Zoie Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7407764350374721418?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7407764350374721418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7407764350374721418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7407764350374721418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7407764350374721418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2279281351939887892</id><published>2009-02-03T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:14:39.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a lovely friend</title><content type='html'>Hey Aglin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Able, for Assured, for Abiding (to your own set of rules), for Abounding (love), for Absolutely (wonderful to me), for Abundance (in fun), for Academically (well), Accentuate (accentuate your personality:DD), Acceptable, Accommodating (you are), Accomplish ( many things), Accurate ( in math, which I'm not, haha:D), Achieve ( your dreams), Active, Adaptable, Addiction ( you are, to many people(: ), Admirable ( to me), Adolescent ( thus the troubles you'er facing), Adorable ( I know you are:D), Advanced, Adventurous, Adventurousome, Advisor ( to most troubled people;D ), Affectionate, Afreash ( start:D), Agreeable, Alive, Alike, Allure, Ally, Amazing, Ambitious, Amuse (me), Analytical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there's more than just Atrocious for an alphabet and they are many more I have yet to state. Because all these words I've said will make a difference, because all these words I've said more or less reflects the Aglin I know(: So don't worry, dark clouds zoom past really fast when you're not looking at it. Remember, I'm always here. I'll always be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Mistral;"&gt;Zoie&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/4296334978540876790-2279281351939887892?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2279281351939887892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2279281351939887892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2279281351939887892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2279281351939887892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-lovely-friend.html' title='To a lovely friend'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4983713780026536011</id><published>2009-02-03T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:15:50.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atchoo Cough cough sneeze sneeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYfSycEL4dI/AAAAAAAAFnw/JqIPrZyXp4w/s1600-h/DSC00247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298435250593718738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYfSycEL4dI/AAAAAAAAFnw/JqIPrZyXp4w/s320/DSC00247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on Sunday:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's been a long time since you guys saw Milo:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYfSO_t_M_I/AAAAAAAAFno/6cEdxHA22Z4/s1600-h/DSC00253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298434641688998898" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYfSO_t_M_I/AAAAAAAAFno/6cEdxHA22Z4/s320/DSC00253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYfR7S4WwUI/AAAAAAAAFng/YmreiqBocHA/s1600-h/DSC00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298434303235375426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYfR7S4WwUI/AAAAAAAAFng/YmreiqBocHA/s320/DSC00256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you read my title, you'd be a complete idiot if you still don't get that I'm sick;D Anyway, I'm hungry): Dionne is not even reply my smses, asking if she wanted to study after her school ended &amp;amp; I have tuition later with Peh Han, I hope that I will have the energy to study. &amp;amp; I've got math homework I've got to complete):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hungry.&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/4296334978540876790-4983713780026536011?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4983713780026536011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4983713780026536011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4983713780026536011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4983713780026536011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/atchoo-cough-cough-sneeze-sneeze.html' title='Atchoo Cough cough sneeze sneeze'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYfSycEL4dI/AAAAAAAAFnw/JqIPrZyXp4w/s72-c/DSC00247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5765402688699657687</id><published>2009-02-02T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:13:35.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, be my anchor</title><content type='html'>Mrs gnA neeryM didn't come today so we decided to finishthe class decoration at the backbaord. It was very very very fun:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYbTUPi6vyI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/U8tceWTD1OA/s1600-h/DSC00249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298154356371799842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYbTUPi6vyI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/U8tceWTD1OA/s320/DSC00249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYbTNzMoisI/AAAAAAAAFnI/CQhUqF3-LHU/s1600-h/DSC00250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298154245682924226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYbTNzMoisI/AAAAAAAAFnI/CQhUqF3-LHU/s320/DSC00250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYbTD5h8pGI/AAAAAAAAFnA/3Q-L7RQpTgM/s1600-h/DSC00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298154075584242786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYbTD5h8pGI/AAAAAAAAFnA/3Q-L7RQpTgM/s320/DSC00251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only half the board, the colorful part with the weird monsters. Okay, the UFO, Dino Slut( &lt;em&gt;the half green and half blue dinosaur with a mole. The mole is there to mock someone, not MY idea, but it was funny all the same&lt;/em&gt;.)  and Raju Claus was Renny's idea. Not mine. The rest is done and designed by yours truely:DD I want to take Art)))): The other half is done by Joshua, Dillon and Khairul but I couldn't get a picture because they were all so engrossed in drawing that I could not get a proper nice photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYbTflYAOYI/AAAAAAAAFnY/YkKT4p6cM1U/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298154551210162562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYbTflYAOYI/AAAAAAAAFnY/YkKT4p6cM1U/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renny fell just before remedial started and look at the size of his ankle. It's totally swollen like an elephant's ankle, hahaha! I was laughing at him when I took the photo:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to drop POA and nothing is going to make me change my mind. Unless God tells me to keep it, that is. Haha(:&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/4296334978540876790-5765402688699657687?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5765402688699657687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5765402688699657687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5765402688699657687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5765402688699657687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/jesus-be-my-anchor.html' title='Jesus, be my anchor'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYbTUPi6vyI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/U8tceWTD1OA/s72-c/DSC00249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7734752253614520409</id><published>2009-02-01T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:48:40.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>I'm such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to keep going stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7734752253614520409?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7734752253614520409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7734752253614520409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7734752253614520409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7734752253614520409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1761386473375695220</id><published>2009-01-31T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:30:57.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;That face of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Comes out just when you need it to&lt;br /&gt;As I paced back and forth all this time&lt;br /&gt;Cause I honestly believed in you&lt;br /&gt;Holding on&lt;br /&gt;The days drag on&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl,&lt;br /&gt;I should have known, I should have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you&lt;br /&gt;And your white horse, to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was naive,&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And never really had a chance&lt;br /&gt;I had so many dreams&lt;br /&gt;About you and me&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;br /&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,&lt;br /&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late for you&lt;br /&gt;And your white horse, to come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you are on your knees,&lt;br /&gt;Begging for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;begging for me&lt;br /&gt;Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well&lt;br /&gt;This is a big world, that was a small town&lt;br /&gt;There in my rear view mirror disappearing now&lt;br /&gt;And its too late for you and your white horse&lt;br /&gt;Now its too late for you and your white horse, to catch me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Try and catch me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;To catch me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Taylor Swift; White Horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow I'll die from all the high notes, haha. I'm such a procrastinator, I'm putting off doing my homework and keeping my room clean, but I'll still do it anyway, I'm such an angel and everyone goes : &lt;em&gt;awwww&lt;/em&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of people were asking me why I think guys are jerks. There is no '&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;'. They just &lt;strong&gt;Are&lt;/strong&gt;. So, there, is that reason enough? Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been wondering about a whole lot of stuff, and, honestly, I want to know what's on God's heart and I really need to get everything sorted out. Now. Roar. Ragh. Urgh. I think ____ might kick me out of ____________.   )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or ___ might _____ the ________.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-1761386473375695220?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1761386473375695220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1761386473375695220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1761386473375695220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1761386473375695220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrow-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow tomorrow'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-145784590170736035</id><published>2009-01-30T22:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:12:52.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a a lighter note</title><content type='html'>Pictures taken on CNY:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMYCbYpCVI/AAAAAAAAFm4/WDydBxXNlVE/s1600-h/mEe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297104016707750226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMYCbYpCVI/AAAAAAAAFm4/WDydBxXNlVE/s320/mEe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMXpI8oqLI/AAAAAAAAFmw/0_tYoxs33Jk/s1600-h/Emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103582261717170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMXpI8oqLI/AAAAAAAAFmw/0_tYoxs33Jk/s320/Emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMXUuOx91I/AAAAAAAAFmo/aN7GUmo49gU/s1600-h/Meeed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103231492683602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMXUuOx91I/AAAAAAAAFmo/aN7GUmo49gU/s320/Meeed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMXJeRvsFI/AAAAAAAAFmg/f1Cwi9gnlh8/s1600-h/Mua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103038231588946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMXJeRvsFI/AAAAAAAAFmg/f1Cwi9gnlh8/s320/Mua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones I took with my cousin are still not edited yet, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped recess assembly for this entire week, haha:D We escaped to somewhere quiet and serene(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMWBgwrzMI/AAAAAAAAFmI/RcGQoRplXv8/s1600-h/Us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101801947647170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMWBgwrzMI/AAAAAAAAFmI/RcGQoRplXv8/s320/Us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took tons of pictures today with my two buddies:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMW-w53xiI/AAAAAAAAFmY/5BprcBxRa2w/s1600-h/Us3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102854253168162" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMW-w53xiI/AAAAAAAAFmY/5BprcBxRa2w/s320/Us3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMWpkB6HPI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/PY5ffqC9vqk/s1600-h/Us2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102490019962098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMWpkB6HPI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/PY5ffqC9vqk/s320/Us2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMVTKarypI/AAAAAAAAFmA/hAC0lrwAY9c/s1600-h/HOho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101005675809426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMVTKarypI/AAAAAAAAFmA/hAC0lrwAY9c/s320/HOho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMU2xdLrhI/AAAAAAAAFl4/JDWjdgw0pY0/s1600-h/Lyn+on+the+big+screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297100517939064338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMU2xdLrhI/AAAAAAAAFl4/JDWjdgw0pY0/s320/Lyn+on+the+big+screen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the next blockbuster movie, Lyn Hides. In December of 3004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMUbidF-XI/AAAAAAAAFlw/lx12hg3ca2k/s1600-h/Glin+and+Lyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297100050055690610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMUbidF-XI/AAAAAAAAFlw/lx12hg3ca2k/s320/Glin+and+Lyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMUSIkhEnI/AAAAAAAAFlo/OTjbhvCapAc/s1600-h/Dancing+on+tables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297099888488682098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMUSIkhEnI/AAAAAAAAFlo/OTjbhvCapAc/s320/Dancing+on+tables.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of dancing on tables:D Mastered by me and Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had SJAB today. SNCO came back:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMUMak5_DI/AAAAAAAAFlg/8B2Jva9rwNs/s1600-h/Sher,+Me,+SNCOa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297099790242937906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMUMak5_DI/AAAAAAAAFlg/8B2Jva9rwNs/s320/Sher,+Me,+SNCOa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMUFvkeuDI/AAAAAAAAFlY/Odi7ZNgxHOM/s1600-h/char+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297099675619211314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMUFvkeuDI/AAAAAAAAFlY/Odi7ZNgxHOM/s320/char+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took these whilst preparing the games for them:D The contingent finally looks big. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-145784590170736035?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/145784590170736035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=145784590170736035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/145784590170736035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/145784590170736035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-a-lighter-note.html' title='On a a lighter note'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SYMYCbYpCVI/AAAAAAAAFm4/WDydBxXNlVE/s72-c/mEe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7378056953335542193</id><published>2009-01-30T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:36:58.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roar</title><content type='html'>Prove to me guys are not good for nothing jerks and maybe I'll change my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7378056953335542193?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7378056953335542193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7378056953335542193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7378056953335542193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7378056953335542193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/roar_30.html' title='Roar'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2343684670909569561</id><published>2009-01-29T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:45:42.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; ):</title><content type='html'>Noisy neighbours downstairs reprimanding their children for God knows what, causing their child to cry uncontrollably. I'm getting pissed. Anytime now, I'll just shout from my window to ask them to shut up, if that doesn't work, I'll go down stairs and knock their door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girl, that was the push I needed to finally wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn this guy can make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's so contagious, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cannot get it out of my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's so outragous, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you make me feel so high, all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Avril L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just wanna scream and lose control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Throw my hands up and let it go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;forget about everything and runaway, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just wanna fall and lose myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;laughing so hard it hurts like hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;forget about everything and runaway, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Avril L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please, let me retrace the steps. I'd cut all contact from you three, it's possible, but it'll be hard, because I'll still have to see you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been __________ and now, I am. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-2343684670909569561?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2343684670909569561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2343684670909569561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2343684670909569561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2343684670909569561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_29.html' title='&amp; ):'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-1614394956225706428</id><published>2009-01-29T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:41:05.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F&amp;N</title><content type='html'>The pressure is definately hitting all of my F&amp;amp;N classmates now. People complaining from the left to the right, especially the guys:DD My class is now hyperish, oh did I mention I'm currently in school now? Hah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be going roller blading with BFF later, it'll be good to destress. Aye, too bad there's school tomorrow, but fridays are almost always fun. I don't really enjoy St John training though, I want to spend time with my friends))): I'm being honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Joshua is pissed, ahah:D Somehow I'm enjoying F&amp;N structured remedial. Heh, now they're calling Jia Hao kinky. Okay, I need to do my overall planning now:D I think I'm one of the fastest:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-1614394956225706428?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1614394956225706428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=1614394956225706428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1614394956225706428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/1614394956225706428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/f.html' title='F&amp;N'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-53428785008720827</id><published>2009-01-28T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:14:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?!!$#@%@#</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Does anyone believe I don't believe in BGR love anymore? Does anyone even believe I don't believe in Shepherd and Sheep love anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-53428785008720827?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/53428785008720827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=53428785008720827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/53428785008720827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/53428785008720827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='?!!$#@%@#'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7024529025669614925</id><published>2009-01-28T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:05:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I'm back from a so called family dinner with my mother and two other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt;. It was a really small gathering, my brother was the youngest. There's this guy and he reminds me of this actor person in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Media corp&lt;/span&gt;. I got pressured into taking a sip of 7up and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alize&lt;/span&gt; spritzer thing. It was the passion fruit flavoured one and it's my first time actually taking alcohol without it being an accident. The taste was a burning sensation at the back of my throat, sharp and there, but soon after, it was replaced by a nice passion fruitish taste:D Not bad uh. I took just one sip, I don't think I have a very high tolerance level for alcohol anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't upload any of the pictures cos my mother sent my laptop for repairs WITHOUT my knowing, so is it still my bad? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: &lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Yeah, it works for me. So long I don't want to like a guy and I tell&lt;br /&gt;him, I'll some how stop liking him after awhile&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte: Then how are you going to get married?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Honestly, that's a good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7024529025669614925?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7024529025669614925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7024529025669614925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7024529025669614925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7024529025669614925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-8870318981627891892</id><published>2009-01-28T08:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:21:14.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In school lab</title><content type='html'>Ho, I'm in the school lab now:DD It's F&amp;amp;N and it's eeriely quiet cos everyone is concentrating on their coursework task analysis. I'd better go do mine now:DD Ciaaooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I can't believe I told you. I know you don't feel it too. At least, I'm gonna stop already. I assure you, before I go on stage, you'll already be gone from my mind.. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-8870318981627891892?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8870318981627891892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=8870318981627891892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8870318981627891892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/8870318981627891892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-school-lab.html' title='In school lab'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-4384726550619103854</id><published>2009-01-26T10:07:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:04:36.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY shopping &amp; eve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0zJXPD3tI/AAAAAAAAFks/fwn0MlSW17M/s1600-h/Canon+camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295444972806594258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0zJXPD3tI/AAAAAAAAFks/fwn0MlSW17M/s320/Canon+camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this camera, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have cell group so I decided to go out with Dionne. We didn't take pictures together on my phone, but we took solo shots:DD Haha, tomorrow I'll be going her house to &lt;strong&gt;Bai Nian&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0yvGZHuGI/AAAAAAAAFkk/1FuDYaGJxDU/s1600-h/Movie+magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295444521608788066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0yvGZHuGI/AAAAAAAAFkk/1FuDYaGJxDU/s320/Movie+magic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0wEkgZiDI/AAAAAAAAFkc/Tvx63gJnaTE/s1600-h/Sunglassed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295441591934748722" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0wEkgZiDI/AAAAAAAAFkc/Tvx63gJnaTE/s320/Sunglassed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunglassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0uvZE_e_I/AAAAAAAAFkU/3Jg3B2dpuH0/s1600-h/Dionne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295440128578124786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0uvZE_e_I/AAAAAAAAFkU/3Jg3B2dpuH0/s320/Dionne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dionne's pretty right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0uN-iDaJI/AAAAAAAAFkM/pZ8s-EoeRDY/s1600-h/through+my+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439554516576402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0uN-iDaJI/AAAAAAAAFkM/pZ8s-EoeRDY/s320/through+my+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Suntec to watch Bride Wars: &lt;strong&gt;ALL BFFs SHOULD WATCH IT TOGETHER!&lt;/strong&gt; Really(: The white heels you see, are my mother's, and it hurts like crap after 2 hours. At night had reunion dinner with my parents and we went Vivo to shop. Wait. It took place on Friday nightD: My mini reunion dinner was on Saturday. I got my dates mixed up and can't be bothered to rearrange it so I don't care:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0ty5ZtEZI/AAAAAAAAFkE/3sIJvK_N2pA/s1600-h/Little+brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295439089282912658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0ty5ZtEZI/AAAAAAAAFkE/3sIJvK_N2pA/s320/Little+brother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0tR_Wks0I/AAAAAAAAFj8/vOIbUSWi5Sg/s1600-h/Fool%27s+haven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295438523944710978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0tR_Wks0I/AAAAAAAAFj8/vOIbUSWi5Sg/s320/Fool%27s+haven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0r2uRjbyI/AAAAAAAAFj0/1a4xT6WLxhk/s1600-h/Spastic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295436955992157986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0r2uRjbyI/AAAAAAAAFj0/1a4xT6WLxhk/s320/Spastic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0qqGRpAbI/AAAAAAAAFjs/MJ1cXsFNPsw/s1600-h/niceee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295435639585046962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0qqGRpAbI/AAAAAAAAFjs/MJ1cXsFNPsw/s320/niceee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both decided to be lame whilst our parents talked and thus we took these photos as keepsake:D One thing about brothers: &lt;em&gt;For the first thirteen years they annoy the shit out of you, the rest of your life, they somehow are your best friend, worst enemy and the person you'll be able to rely on somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0oBYY4cgI/AAAAAAAAFjk/s4uogQ23ey0/s1600-h/tell+me..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432741049364994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0oBYY4cgI/AAAAAAAAFjk/s4uogQ23ey0/s320/tell+me..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo, I can see my green eyes:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0nhE3fkYI/AAAAAAAAFjc/_hUl5HMHK4M/s1600-h/Vivo+lah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432186053235074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0nhE3fkYI/AAAAAAAAFjc/_hUl5HMHK4M/s320/Vivo+lah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church which was in the morning &amp;amp; super awesome, me and my bro went down to our Ah Ma house for reunion dinner. I had this horrible sore throat, even until today, I still have it, ROAR. Esther didn't go though, hah. And I found out &lt;s&gt;one&lt;/s&gt; two things about Andy:D Took lotsa photos with Eileen but only posted the nice ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0mlj0_uLI/AAAAAAAAFjU/gE5bG5cCnMs/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295431163572107442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0mlj0_uLI/AAAAAAAAFjU/gE5bG5cCnMs/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Calling me pretty won't help you win me(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You're still giving me muted signals, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to bai nian soonish(: I suddenly find my CNY clothes look weird, I'm wondering if I'll ever wear them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-4384726550619103854?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4384726550619103854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=4384726550619103854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4384726550619103854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/4384726550619103854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-shopping-eve.html' title='CNY shopping &amp; eve.'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SX0zJXPD3tI/AAAAAAAAFks/fwn0MlSW17M/s72-c/Canon+camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5692828189639485967</id><published>2009-01-25T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:05:42.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar New year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;To dance, to prance. My heart skips a beat when I see you every weekend. You'll never know how much I feel cos I won't let you know about it. I hate myself for even doing it. But I can't blame you, can i? It's an on and off thing; like a mini fling. A party, a style, I hope it'll end soon. Cos you make me so confused, all the muted and mulled signs. Is it even real or am I just taking things too seriously? How I wished I had let my cousin sms you using my phone, I would have found out soon enough, but I had pride. I couldn't let you know. I'm sorry I like you. I'm sorry I try to find almost every reason to sms you. I want to say Bye in my heart, I need a new start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO PEOPLE, HAPPY NEW YEAAARRRR. I'm so changing my blogskin, but I like the soft yellow color. Roarrrrr. I like my cousin's blog: &lt;a href="http://rainbowfishpops.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rainbowfishpops.bs&lt;/a&gt;. It's really niceeee(((: I'm gonna be a cheerful girl from now on. Was having PMSes every where, almost every day. But I guess I cheer up pretty fast too:D I'll blog all my late photos tomorrow. Currently at my Ah Ma's house. Tomorrow will be coming again for the delicious red packets. Hoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5692828189639485967?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5692828189639485967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5692828189639485967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5692828189639485967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5692828189639485967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-new-year.html' title='Lunar New year'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7021111573609642293</id><published>2009-01-23T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:47:33.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem of friends</title><content type='html'>We three are always seen,&lt;br /&gt;laughing merrily away- not a care for the world.&lt;br /&gt;We three, happy as can be,&lt;br /&gt;known as Aglin, Lyn, Zoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, just recently,&lt;br /&gt;I've found words I just can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time,&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you both straight- smack in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, just recently,&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm drifting away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm clueless if you both could feel it too,&lt;br /&gt;cos if you did,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it would have changed my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you both, always together,&lt;br /&gt;laughing at things I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of hearing myself, "Huh? What?"&lt;br /&gt;And get you both to nonchalently inform me what I'm missing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad when I see you both wander off together, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;and when you both wait for each other,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, not waiting for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just being sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just a fool,&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is all a lie,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll go away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you both will ever read this,&lt;br /&gt;by the time this fades away- perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy, relish and treasure&lt;br /&gt;every second we three spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos to tell you both the honest truth,&lt;br /&gt;not many people I actually like to be friends with,&lt;br /&gt;but you both are an exception,&lt;br /&gt;I loved, actually love, to be around you both,&lt;br /&gt;even if it's just observing,&lt;br /&gt;just standing,&lt;br /&gt;even if it's being totally see through,&lt;br /&gt;just to be with both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds gross weird and stupid,&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, don't you both feel, I'm really drifting away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do read this let me know,&lt;br /&gt;but don't confront this in my face,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, just trying,&lt;br /&gt;to join you more often,&lt;br /&gt;but things keep getting in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glin, Lyn, I wonder if you'll read this. I wonder if you'll read this. Cos you both and some other special people really makes my life more beautiful and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7021111573609642293?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7021111573609642293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7021111573609642293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7021111573609642293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7021111573609642293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem-of-friends.html' title='Poem of friends'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-2544209159117886011</id><published>2009-01-23T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:38:32.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch, I think I injured my leg. Or hip joint. Whatever. I'm starting to like Mr M. better and better, he's a nice teacher, not like what I expected for a MALE form teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-2544209159117886011?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2544209159117886011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=2544209159117886011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2544209159117886011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/2544209159117886011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/ouch-i-think-i-injured-my-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5981508303985628448</id><published>2009-01-21T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:19:04.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem of a wretched daugther</title><content type='html'>I didn't mean to shout,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to yell.&lt;br /&gt;But you must understand,&lt;br /&gt;it was b'cause you accused.&lt;br /&gt;You put words in my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;spoke in languages I did not know&lt;br /&gt;Then you expected me to give an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does what he is told,&lt;br /&gt;He never asks to buy stuff,&lt;br /&gt;He comes home on time,&lt;br /&gt;He's the perfect son, whilst I'm the wretched girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got an award in school,&lt;br /&gt;He obeys most the rules,&lt;br /&gt;He was your darling, your only male heir,&lt;br /&gt;the perfect prince, I'm the wretched daugther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes you both laugh,&lt;br /&gt;He never made you cry,&lt;br /&gt;He enjoys being with you both,&lt;br /&gt;The perfect boy, I'm the wretched daugther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gotten an award,&lt;br /&gt;always staying out laye,&lt;br /&gt;seldom do my homework,&lt;br /&gt;and defied most rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seldom made you both laugh,&lt;br /&gt;usually she ends up in tears,&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was the past, though.&lt;br /&gt;But my shadow is creeping up,&lt;br /&gt;overlapping, consuming.&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the wretched daugther once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know chinese,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem very nice,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always spend your money,&lt;br /&gt;I always keep my room untidy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm always crying, crying crying.&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I'm the wretched girl, standing in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;You both embrace your son, I watch, from the outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5981508303985628448?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5981508303985628448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5981508303985628448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5981508303985628448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5981508303985628448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem-of-wretched-daugther.html' title='Poem of a wretched daugther'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7654379092641713346</id><published>2009-01-20T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:16:55.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>APPEARANCE&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am shorter than 5'4.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have/had braces.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;[?] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My biological parents are together.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;[?] I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMBARRASSMENT&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[?] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've peed from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've snorted while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've glued my hand to something&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had my trousers rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm single&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cheated in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXUALITY&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hugged a stranger.    (Myanmar trip people:D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have kissed a stranger.  (Myanmar trip:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've snuck out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am keeping a secret from the world&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD TIMES&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've hurt myself on purpose.    (Passtttt)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm addicted to self harm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've woken up crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7654379092641713346?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7654379092641713346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7654379092641713346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7654379092641713346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7654379092641713346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/appearance-x-i-am-shorter-than-54.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7330398766277887176</id><published>2009-01-19T19:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:59:44.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SXRlNxcIDbI/AAAAAAAAFig/5aVtKFu85Ek/s1600-h/Meeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292966749351185842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SXRlNxcIDbI/AAAAAAAAFig/5aVtKFu85Ek/s320/Meeeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SXRkcV0XbnI/AAAAAAAAFiY/lIDjl33sTdo/s1600-h/Dionne%26meeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292965900123074162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SXRkcV0XbnI/AAAAAAAAFiY/lIDjl33sTdo/s320/Dionne%26meeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SXRji1-6_kI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/6S3i2SNXsnQ/s1600-h/schoolgirlmeetspunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292964912324869698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SXRji1-6_kI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/6S3i2SNXsnQ/s320/schoolgirlmeetspunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"How you know it's three?" Mr H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Count lah!" Renny replied.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun today in Literature workshop:DD Hoho. And today when I was worshipping just before prayer started, I could feel God's prescence and Him breaking my heart for the school. For the first time, I cried in a school prayer meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it wasn't offical, it was my own one, but I invited the rest to join. It wasn't very disappointing since at least a few made the effort to join me in prayer(: I feel that God wants us to worship him, i feel we've neglected that part a lot. We've been having so much prayer meetings(that's good) but some how, we've neglected worship. As in whole hearted true worship, be it singing, offering, lifting of hands. I remember someone told me that whatever I do, do it to glorify God, so from now on, I'll be watching my own actions. Doing something to worship God, I believe it'll make Him smile(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I won't be praying, instead I'll be worshipping. No guitar, no lyrics, just voices. Do join me, because some who are afraid to pray, they have voices to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this BUT, I'm gonna do homework now. Tata:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7330398766277887176?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7330398766277887176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7330398766277887176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7330398766277887176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7330398766277887176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/hee.html' title='Hee'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QB9Xg6yLsZs/SXRlNxcIDbI/AAAAAAAAFig/5aVtKFu85Ek/s72-c/Meeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-5712167762999334766</id><published>2009-01-15T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:27:56.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coursework</title><content type='html'>I've just received my F&amp;amp;N course work. I'm not liking it. This time, I truly regret not taking Art. The thing that has been bothering me yesterday, is still bothering me today. At times, when no one is looking, I sit down and the tears flow free. It's not self pity, many people mistake that, it's just I saw what other people would never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I saw her. The first time I saw her, she was already skinny, scars running up and down her legs. Just for a sec1, it is scary enough. Today, I saw her again, for the first time this year. She had grown to look more frail, she was way past skinny; she looked gaunt. Her dark skin stretched across her body, making out the shapes of her knee joints and bones. Her face was visibly more hollow. I didn't like her the first few times I knew her, she got me into a lot of trouble, created many problems. It was horrible. But now, I look at the empty shell of a girl, unsure if the once boisterous sec1, now sec2, girl was still in there. Talking to her made me care a little bit more about her, made me want to know what was she suffering from. It reminded me of another girl that I didn't really got a chance to know before she changed. I sat down and cried.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has opened my heart. I can now feel the brokenness of this generation. Will someone rise up to take the challenge of saving this entire generation? Will someone take up the responsibility not just for their schools, but for everyone around them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-5712167762999334766?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5712167762999334766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=5712167762999334766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5712167762999334766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/5712167762999334766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/coursework.html' title='Coursework'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-9132040601608438618</id><published>2009-01-14T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:38:01.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>How long can a person mourn over something that wasn't there but yet was there. How long can you cry over something that has already been done? I needed to know it but yet I don't want to know it. I feel like crying out, my soul is weeping over her. Where did she go? Did what happen in the past really make her feel so desperate to find back that innocence she had lost and when she couldn't find it, that she just gave it all away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got knocked down by a car today as I was crossing the road home. Too deep in thought I guess. One more second was all it would take for that car which was going at full speed, to kill me. God saved me. He made me almost trip over a stick, and because of that stick, I stopped and looked up and saw a car had stopped right in front of me. It was then that I realised I could have died. I was expecting the driver to come out, all sore and angry, yelling at me. But he just gave me a stern look, then drove off. This isn't the first time I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weeping for her. Questions bubbling up in my head, one problem after another. My friend might say that it's been done, there's no use but to comfort her. But why? Why must it be someone I truly care for and love? I suffered what she has, I need to be set free from something else. She had been on a quest to find back what she has lost and failed. Miserably failed. And then she just gives up. It hurts. Truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, restore her, please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-9132040601608438618?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9132040601608438618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=9132040601608438618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/9132040601608438618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/9132040601608438618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296334978540876790.post-7045220927935676654</id><published>2009-01-13T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:41:24.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roar</title><content type='html'>Can I say something? Oh yes, I can. It's my blog. My ranting place. I want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm starting to hate guys(&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4296334978540876790-7045220927935676654?l=zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7045220927935676654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4296334978540876790&amp;postID=7045220927935676654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7045220927935676654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296334978540876790/posts/default/7045220927935676654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoieissuperfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/roar.html' title='Roar'/><author><name>Zoie Esther</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04771702517268236772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
