<?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-5575577744599718728</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:26:54.110-07:00</updated><category term='Birthday Wishes'/><title type='text'>We'll Say</title><subtitle type='html'>People come and go with many says.. This is Mine..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-5392471344523160356</id><published>2011-05-28T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:01:14.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>I fell in Love, for once in my life, I devoted entirely and fell for entirely for one person. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm so broken. I can't pick up the pieces and move on. How pathetic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-5392471344523160356?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5392471344523160356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5392471344523160356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2011/05/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-3467162515395056777</id><published>2009-03-01T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:23:39.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Sasz9YVqgZI/AAAAAAAABuE/_4HDcIkZxaw/s1600-h/1479_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Sasz9YVqgZI/AAAAAAAABuE/_4HDcIkZxaw/s400/1479_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393715384615314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Sasz1AYxe8I/AAAAAAAABt0/il_KQaZUZTA/s1600-h/0063_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Sasz1AYxe8I/AAAAAAAABt0/il_KQaZUZTA/s400/0063_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393571516251074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Sasz04soXeI/AAAAAAAABts/a2_vWKnsHS0/s1600-h/0120_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Sasz04soXeI/AAAAAAAABts/a2_vWKnsHS0/s400/0120_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393569452056034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaszdixeuRI/AAAAAAAABtk/zt7ABmFzj2E/s1600-h/billy_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaszdixeuRI/AAAAAAAABtk/zt7ABmFzj2E/s400/billy_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393168429824274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaszdrvQVSI/AAAAAAAABtc/3UP1ommXvsk/s1600-h/12_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaszdrvQVSI/AAAAAAAABtc/3UP1ommXvsk/s400/12_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393170836411682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Saszc_D_a3I/AAAAAAAABtM/XUuL6cODeeQ/s1600-h/0100_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Saszc_D_a3I/AAAAAAAABtM/XUuL6cODeeQ/s400/0100_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393158843788146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaszdQapRSI/AAAAAAAABtU/EzzE_ZK1bhs/s1600-h/10_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaszdQapRSI/AAAAAAAABtU/EzzE_ZK1bhs/s400/10_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393163502208290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Sas0ukLaR3I/AAAAAAAABuM/cB3yc_wSPMo/s1600-h/0017_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Sas0ukLaR3I/AAAAAAAABuM/cB3yc_wSPMo/s400/0017_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308394560376424306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Don't Stop, Help Vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was looking through all the popular ones and these were the many few that I thought was MAJORLY HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-3467162515395056777?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3467162515395056777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3467162515395056777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2009/03/vote-no.html' title='Vote No.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Sasz9YVqgZI/AAAAAAAABuE/_4HDcIkZxaw/s72-c/1479_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-63624388298307628</id><published>2009-02-25T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:29:51.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever Heard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you heard one song and it instantly sends a signal with your brainwave into your brain and it rings a bell you recognize very clearly? I know I have, and not only that, it reminds me of the special someone I heard the song with. So I was going through my Window's Play lists of songs that I have collected ever since I got my inspiron 1450, and I suddenly heard many familiar tracks that brought so many memorable, wonderful and unforgettable memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Subha, Fei , Celina and Eng Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYBpub6ypI/AAAAAAAABss/vMYp45dbyyU/s1600-h/29yi2d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYBpub6ypI/AAAAAAAABss/vMYp45dbyyU/s400/29yi2d1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306931027254102674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this was way back at the first official 'AMERICAN DEGREE PROGRAM' concert show in the Taylors College Multi-purpose hall. I remember this was after Fei had gotten up on stage and strutted his embarrassing both hands in front of hips movement when a contest was going on. The following performance was a guy of the ADP school(a hip-hop gangsta wannabe)that was performing &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;50cent - In DA Club. &lt;/span&gt;Half way through his performance, he completely forgot his lyrics and started to mumble like a DIMWITT! So instead, Subha, Fei, Me, Celina and Eng Wei started going, " Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go ,Go Go shawty it's your birthday, we gonna party like it's your birthday, we gonna sip barcardi like it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday!!!" Simutanuesly we all BOOED him off stage but he still didn't get off!!! So we all busted out laughing at the sucker. Amazing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Magdalene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYAbI6DKsI/AAAAAAAABsc/F3bMQ2PzY38/s1600-h/colbie-caillat-realize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYAbI6DKsI/AAAAAAAABsc/F3bMQ2PzY38/s400/colbie-caillat-realize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306929677150137026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During one of our encounters in the 'WEB' my friend Magdalene was asking me whether I have ever heard of this girl named Colby Caillat. My response to that question was : WHO THE HECK is THAT?? The next thing she did was click onto youtube and typed in her name and her first debut single which was 'BUBBLY'. I listened to it and instantly went weak because I thought her voice was really good and I remember this very clearly because Magdalene told me she was going to be big. *Secretly* I thought : Yeah RIGHT! If I haven't heard of this girl, who the heck will! Also, I didn't wanna believe her. The next thing I knew, her song was playing all over HITZ.FM and she became a huge hit and even had a live gig in LAUNDRY. Her next big track that hit the radio waves was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Realize&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GLORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qXJ3ohI/AAAAAAAABsM/nUlrESWk_sk/s1600-h/Emc2cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qXJ3ohI/AAAAAAAABsM/nUlrESWk_sk/s400/Emc2cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306928839160996370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On one of the gloomiest days of one of my friend's life,Glory. Had just had a death in her life and I remember her asking me whether I've heard of the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mariah Carey-Bye bye&lt;/span&gt; Song. I shoock my head and told her no(this was on MSN). I am sure everyone can relate to the lyrics in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Eng Wei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX7kKif7nI/AAAAAAAABrs/KS3RkAz-nDA/s1600-h/thewayiare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX7kKif7nI/AAAAAAAABrs/KS3RkAz-nDA/s400/thewayiare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306924334648913522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, this was way back during our first proper meeting. During our intense LAN classes, I got to know Eng Wei a lot more and that was when we first realised we had the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sony Erricson&lt;/span&gt; phone. We both hit off real well and started exchanging songs on our phones and I remember&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Timbaland feat Keri Hilson - The Way I Are &lt;/span&gt; being our favourite as we'll play it all the time and sing along to it! I even remember Eng Wei saying that he likes the REMIXED one instead of the original one. I have to agree it is. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Dear Subha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYBp82yvBI/AAAAAAAABs0/-60prGgR7CY/s1600-h/rihanna.take+a+bow_1.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYBp82yvBI/AAAAAAAABs0/-60prGgR7CY/s400/rihanna.take+a+bow_1.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306931031124917266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was very lucky when I was in college, whenever I was in trouble and needed a lift, the always reliable BUT always LATE, MS.SUBHASHINI would always try to come and get me. I am forever thankful for that. During our 'roadtrips' (the drives to and back from College, What's the name of that Malay restaurant? OMG, I completely forgot about it), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rihanna's - Take a Bow &lt;/span&gt; would play on her CD player and both of us would listen to it and SING along! OUR VERY own KARAOKE car! Not forgetting that both of us would ALWAYS laugh at each other when we sang it out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaW36fJU6qI/AAAAAAAABqc/rsN_8QztG5s/s1600-h/alicia-keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaW36fJU6qI/AAAAAAAABqc/rsN_8QztG5s/s400/alicia-keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306849951346911906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, actually this was actually the very first time when both of us actually realised we both SUCKED at singing. We would drive around in her &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getz &lt;/span&gt;sing along to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alicia Keys - NO ONE. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and then end up LAUGHING hysterically at each other because we really really SUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qcZNtQI/AAAAAAAABsE/N6rcjx1lbw8/s1600-h/00014681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qcZNtQI/AAAAAAAABsE/N6rcjx1lbw8/s400/00014681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306928840567534850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can I ever forget this unbearable track. Subha, do you remember when I click NEXT on your CD player and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ray J - Sexy Can I &lt;/span&gt; starts playing and I would look at you with that mean stare that meant *YUCK* and say why the heck are you listening to this and I would always SWITCH it to the next track! BHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA and you still remember what you said? Subha : EHHH... IT'S NICCEEE LAAAAHH! NO, go back, GO BACK or get out of the car! BHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qKvF0PI/AAAAAAAABr0/CWy4t5HZQEE/s1600-h/duffy-mercy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qKvF0PI/AAAAAAAABr0/CWy4t5HZQEE/s400/duffy-mercy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306928835827454194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and let's not forget MY very first own CD I made and brought it to College the next day and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Duffy - Mercy&lt;/span&gt; was playing it and you said "AAHHHHYEEERRRR... NEXT NEXT NEXT" and then it would go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashley Tisdale - He Said, She Said&lt;/span&gt; and you would say NEXT NEXT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYAbSyhFfI/AAAAAAAABsk/KGt7Ivzp6sE/s1600-h/janetfeedback09zh9-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYAbSyhFfI/AAAAAAAABsk/KGt7Ivzp6sE/s400/janetfeedback09zh9-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306929679802897906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can we not remember this? One day, we were both bored and you rang me up and we were on it for hours on end! You would play songs on your computer over the phone and  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Janet Jackson - Feedback was on. &lt;/span&gt;This was when science started to hit us and we didn't relalize that sound travels slower and our voice that is projected from the microphone to the other of the phone is slower by 1.5 or 2 seconds. I knew every word to the lyrics of the song and you kept telling me : EHHH faster... Faster... FASter... FASTER... FFAAASSTTERRR!!! Brian, you're SLOW LAAA, FASTER!! Then I would say, what in the name of GAWWD are you talking about I'm singing it exactly as you you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;MARY&lt;/s&gt; I mean MARX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6ghfHxzI/AAAAAAAABrE/qzc_fiofV-g/s1600-h/207730626_58fc9066d2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6ghfHxzI/AAAAAAAABrE/qzc_fiofV-g/s400/207730626_58fc9066d2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306923172577658674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Chemical Romance - The Ghost of You&lt;/span&gt; would always play on the radio and somehow you would always emphasize on the ' NEVER COMING HOME, NEVER COMING HOME!!!' XM would always say "YOOOHHH, Max mad liao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6gpsNhVI/AAAAAAAABq8/EnpQMXoUTS0/s1600-h/LL-Cool-J-Control-Myself-358238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6gpsNhVI/AAAAAAAABq8/EnpQMXoUTS0/s400/LL-Cool-J-Control-Myself-358238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306923174780044626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every single time I hear&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LL Cool J feat J.Lo - Control Myself&lt;/span&gt;, I'll remember the time where we were in Nick's House stealing his XXX videos off his computer! BHAHAHAHHAHAHAH and every time I would ask him to play on something nice, he would turn this track on and say : Ahhh, Look at the 'SAAAH HAi' ZEE ZEE ZEE ZEE ZEE, ZEE ZEE ZEE, ZEE ZEE ZEE ZEE ZEE ZEE ZEE. It would always crank me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6gtmBEFI/AAAAAAAABq0/OmFeo-gz0sQ/s1600-h/GavinDeGraw-07-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6gtmBEFI/AAAAAAAABq0/OmFeo-gz0sQ/s400/GavinDeGraw-07-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306923175827804242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gavin DeGraw - I don't wanna be&lt;/span&gt; ,soundtrack off the series One Tree Hill was always our favourite and would never fail to sing along to it each time we watch the show on DVD together. I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been tryin to be lately, ALL I wanna do is think of me and have piece of mind! By this time, it's Lucas's cameo on the INTRO and you would always say : CHHAAADDDDDD!!!!!! *and grow RED*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xue Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYErOZv0HI/AAAAAAAABs8/nD6Xi-FvSi4/s1600-h/the-wonders1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYErOZv0HI/AAAAAAAABs8/nD6Xi-FvSi4/s400/the-wonders1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306934351549681778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This classical track will never fail to remind me of you as it is your favorite track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6gd9pMAI/AAAAAAAABqs/7nAnD59PFyA/s1600-h/1170427649_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6gd9pMAI/AAAAAAAABqs/7nAnD59PFyA/s400/1170427649_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306923171631935490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Avril Lavigne - Best Damn Thing&lt;/span&gt; song is very hard to forget as it always reminds me of the time when we went Karaoke-ing together and both you and Ho Yan would grab the remote and Mic and select this particular song and sing like girls on HEAT!&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: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6g5ayBXI/AAAAAAAABrM/_61qPTiHCuY/s1600-h/Bebot_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX6g5ayBXI/AAAAAAAABrM/_61qPTiHCuY/s400/Bebot_banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306923179001906546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can never NEVER get this tune out of my mind without remembering one of FAV person Ms.C BEBOT!!! I still remember the day you played this song in your car and all 3 of us( Sub, L and me) were saying your car is a CLUBBING car on the go! And we would turn up the track so loud that the whole car would shake!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaW5xW5rg3I/AAAAAAAABqk/rXa8jmDPVWc/s1600-h/Celina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaW5xW5rg3I/AAAAAAAABqk/rXa8jmDPVWc/s400/Celina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306851993538233202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you even remember Alex Gaudino - Destination Calibra&lt;/span&gt;?? You had it in your car when you came and pick me up when Lana didn't go into college one day and I still remember telling you I really really LIKED this song what is it? Your answer was it's Calibra Destination. Then  the following week or the next I can't remember, we were sitting on the table outside by the deck in the Asia Cafe. On the top corner of Asia Cafe, this song was playing on Hitz.Tv and all of us were there eating and I asked you again, Eh Celina, what's the name of this song again? You looked at me impatiently saying Calibra Destination. Then who was it? If I'm not mistaken it was Subha who had a new remix of the starting of the song on her phone and it was playing very loudly and it rang a bell again in my forgetfull head and I asked you again 'Celina what's the name of this song?' You said, 'AiyoO! How many times do you wanna ask me this? It's CALIBRA -DESTINATION!!!!!!!!!! That time, I got it into my head! X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subha, Eng Wei, Hizwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qC_X9OI/AAAAAAAABr8/ApvpSGOasXw/s1600-h/With+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qC_X9OI/AAAAAAAABr8/ApvpSGOasXw/s400/With+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306928833748268258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chris Brown - With You&lt;/span&gt; brings back too many unforgetable moments actually. In Sub's car driving home, C and Lana's car driving to Ampang, Taylors and SPCA! I still remember waking up early in the morning just to go and help the dogs only to freak out at the sight of DOG SHIT every where we GO! OMFG, I can't remember I'm reminding all of you about DOG effing SHIT! This was the only song that all of us could remember very well and sang to it. It was the only easier song to sing without going OFF KEY, because it's a guy's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Dear LANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qvCp0BI/AAAAAAAABsU/01Ce0oXAM6A/s1600-h/Taylor-Swift-Teardrops_on_My_Guitar_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX_qvCp0BI/AAAAAAAABsU/01Ce0oXAM6A/s400/Taylor-Swift-Teardrops_on_My_Guitar_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306928845573181458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my darling LANA! Remember &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Taylor Swift - Teardrops on my guitar&lt;/span&gt;? I told you about the other guy that was harmonizing in the background during the chorus? 'His the reason for the teardrops of my guitar, the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star...' and you kept forgetting to listen to it and had to go back and back and back and back again to the beginning of the track to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX7jztwYJI/AAAAAAAABrk/TObzi7rXb-Q/s1600-h/britney_spears_piece_of_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX7jztwYJI/AAAAAAAABrk/TObzi7rXb-Q/s400/britney_spears_piece_of_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306924328522113170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thanked you properly for all the times you came and RESCUE me and that I ENJOYED EVERY damn second sitting next to you being your Co-pilot in your Wira and Merz! Although the occasional JIOU BA BA 98.8 fm and MY fm was ermm very refreshing. I have to say listening to chinese hits in the morning was definitely INTERESTING!  I still remember the way you brought the whole CD into play! Without telling me that you've made a new CD, you would take it out of the soft CD case and put it into the CD player waiting for me to listen to it, that  is of course after applying H2o Raspberry Guava all over your hands and HAIR! Then what should come on? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Britney Spears - Piece of Me&lt;/span&gt;. And I would SHRIIEEKK like a crazy bitch and jump up and down in my seat listening to the HOT new Britney song! Let's not forget our partner in CRIME! Everytime when we would drive back from 'REHEARSALS', when this track came on, at the beginnning of the song, when she goes AHHHAAAA OOHHHH YEEEEEEEEAaAAAAAAA Celina would never fail to go &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AHHHHHHHH  HHAAAAHHHH OOOOhhh YYEEEAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt; X2 I'm miss American Dream since I was 17, don't matter if I step on the scene or sink away to the philipines... and as always I would always pick up the lyrics faster and remember it quicker than you! BHAHAHAHHAHAHA good times! After that what should come on NEXT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX7jrCucbI/AAAAAAAABrc/DbqBLn_LvzY/s1600-h/rihanna_dont_stop_the_music_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX7jrCucbI/AAAAAAAABrc/DbqBLn_LvzY/s400/rihanna_dont_stop_the_music_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306924326194147762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RIHANNA - DON'T STOP THE MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;! I will never forget Celina telling us this "It's amazing how clapping can be turned into a song" (well ... something like that, I can't remember what exactly.) And as always, I got to learn the clap of the beat faster than you! BHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX7jffc5wI/AAAAAAAABrU/XWnO8zdY2d4/s1600-h/Mika-Grace-Kelly-386980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaX7jffc5wI/AAAAAAAABrU/XWnO8zdY2d4/s400/Mika-Grace-Kelly-386980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306924323093407490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's all not forget the very tune that reminds me of Mr.K and Ms. Erin's house when we were playing CHARADES - Mr. Leslie kept doing the eating act and we couldn't figure it out that we was trying to say Grace and we kept saying 'Prayer, Praying, Eating and all kinds of shit'! Then he kept pointing to his left nipple and we all presumed that he was trying to point out his name badge and that still wasn't the right answer and in the end when he told us the answer. ALL of us said what? and you were afraid that I was going to get it but I didn't DAMN IT! and Mr. Wise didn't believe that it was a song and you whipped out your Sony Ericsson flip phone and started playing it! Damn, we have to have CHARADES round 2! Off all the songs, that were mentioned here, they were definitely enjoyed by all 3 of us in your car during our journey back home. I KNOW CELINA WILL AGREE WITH ME, we REALLY REALLY ENJOYED every DAMN SECOND of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Can you remember Billy Brown? How we were trying to hear whether he really made out with another man? ROTF LMAO! BHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have heard,  heard the songs that brings back joy and laughter in our lives in high school and Taylors College. Not only have I heard them all, but it reminds me of a friend that is going to be very hard to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Until next time, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-63624388298307628?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/63624388298307628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/63624388298307628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-heard.html' title='Have you ever Heard?'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaYBpub6ypI/AAAAAAAABss/vMYp45dbyyU/s72-c/29yi2d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-166418326433997456</id><published>2009-02-14T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:53:10.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaWvnPOl9uI/AAAAAAAABqU/1LbHxhUE2Cg/s1600-h/roses0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaWvnPOl9uI/AAAAAAAABqU/1LbHxhUE2Cg/s400/roses0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306840824563496674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the lucky devils out there celebrating the - OH-SO-SPECIAL Valentines Day today, I hope you have a wonderful time out! &lt;br /&gt;Sitting here on my bed at 4 in the morning, I keep thinking of chores and important things that I have to do in a few more hours in Uni. I can't sleep and it's driving me crazy. So I take out a piece of paper and start doing my TO-DO List for Monday and I realize that I haven't even finished crossing out the list I made LAST Week, what the hell is wrong with me? Haven't I learned how much procrastination kills and yet I still fall for it's evil SPELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of sitting on my now slowly shrinking butt, I'm going to sit up and start doing all the things that I've planned out to do. This also includes finishing up this blog post. X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-166418326433997456?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/166418326433997456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/166418326433997456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2009/02/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SaWvnPOl9uI/AAAAAAAABqU/1LbHxhUE2Cg/s72-c/roses0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-6610763359325784957</id><published>2009-01-13T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:29:41.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the year 2008 and the start of 2009. </title><content type='html'>The world is filled with little dots, billions and billions of little dots. All jumbled and disconnected, it's pretty disorienting. However, more and more these days I feel like we're all connected and it's beautiful, funny and Good. The year 2008 brought many laughter, tears, joy and sorrow. I am sure that one or more of you have gotten at least one of them mentioned above with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the year 2008&lt;/span&gt;, I graduated from one of the most prestigious colleges in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Taylor's College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-2O79P0I/AAAAAAAABkc/qrG53WOo3rg/s1600-h/Take+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-2O79P0I/AAAAAAAABkc/qrG53WOo3rg/s400/Take+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290883869929455426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-2O79P0I/AAAAAAAABkc/qrG53WOo3rg/s1600-h/Take+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-15baw-I/AAAAAAAABkM/5K3N6VIY4bs/s1600-h/n650745638_1380650_1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-15baw-I/AAAAAAAABkM/5K3N6VIY4bs/s400/n650745638_1380650_1041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290883864155833314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0DzdnCW7I/AAAAAAAABlE/Mfvc2hjoMHs/s1600-h/n904170334_3815100_8002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0DzdnCW7I/AAAAAAAABlE/Mfvc2hjoMHs/s400/n904170334_3815100_8002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290889319886773170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-1LTGpII/AAAAAAAABj8/cBNuj1sB7VY/s1600-h/Graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-1LTGpII/AAAAAAAABj8/cBNuj1sB7VY/s400/Graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290883851772929154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the year 2008&lt;/span&gt;, I went to my &lt;s&gt;2nd&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;3rd&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;4th&lt;/s&gt;, 5th prom in my life ever. Never in my life would I thought that I would end up going to this many proms. Gawd, I guess what we envision to happen never always does come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0ufHDshRI/AAAAAAAABnk/yJ-kXVuBX6Q/s1600-h/tae3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0ufHDshRI/AAAAAAAABnk/yJ-kXVuBX6Q/s400/tae3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936249235571986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0ue8x1r-I/AAAAAAAABnc/ymOpqP6KnfA/s1600-h/zaghf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0ue8x1r-I/AAAAAAAABnc/ymOpqP6KnfA/s400/zaghf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936246476320738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my year and a half studying and making new friends in College, I have made friendships that will last for eternity. Also, I have learned knowledge, that I will carry with me till I go into the grave. Most importantly I realized that I should not keep everything caged up and let go once in a while and let people in. You never know what the end results are like. Let me tell you this, it's validation and satisfaction. Once in a while, it also puts a smile on that someone who really cares about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the year 2008&lt;/span&gt;, I kissed the sorry 'High School' drama life goodbye and entered the first few steps into becoming an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1RTSVRtBI/AAAAAAAABos/3rIC2j-6xek/s1600-h/n904170334_3196611_882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1RTSVRtBI/AAAAAAAABos/3rIC2j-6xek/s400/n904170334_3196611_882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290974529010643986" 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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0qXOjNwnI/AAAAAAAABm8/t_u2j_enm6k/s1600-h/n613964664_972564_6323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0qXOjNwnI/AAAAAAAABm8/t_u2j_enm6k/s400/n613964664_972564_6323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290931715761357426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0qW9-wm7I/AAAAAAAABm0/o4N673YstNk/s1600-h/MY+HONEYYYSSSSSSSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0qW9-wm7I/AAAAAAAABm0/o4N673YstNk/s400/MY+HONEYYYSSSSSSSS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290931711313484722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, in an effort to become a more happy person in life generally, you have to mix a little bit of the old and the new. For instance, if you would have gone out and bought a new pair of shoes and belt, you definitely have to put on something old of yours that you have bought earlier before to make it look like it's your OWN style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0Dy8h5_xI/AAAAAAAABk0/LbGytO7z6V4/s1600-h/Mates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0Dy8h5_xI/AAAAAAAABk0/LbGytO7z6V4/s400/Mates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290889311006883602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the year 2008, I turned another year closer to the big 2-O&lt;/span&gt;! It's scary to think how fast time flies and it all just seems like yesterday that I was the tiny little boy playing on the field and now I'm a big boy living in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0DyjV0i5I/AAAAAAAABkk/WQV6hPLvicg/s1600-h/Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0DyjV0i5I/AAAAAAAABkk/WQV6hPLvicg/s400/Bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290889304245308306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the year 2008&lt;/span&gt;, I bid farewell to my KL life and to my friends as I was taking the next step to my journey of my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0qWZ4_2CI/AAAAAAAABmk/MfeYY0-lE0o/s1600-h/n613964664_972503_9613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0qWZ4_2CI/AAAAAAAABmk/MfeYY0-lE0o/s400/n613964664_972503_9613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290931701625640994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1QIN4OKgI/AAAAAAAABoU/T_XLrz8J0UE/s1600-h/HUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1QIN4OKgI/AAAAAAAABoU/T_XLrz8J0UE/s400/HUN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290973239324846594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1QIKExUPI/AAAAAAAABoM/kKVcnpwWcGI/s1600-h/HUN2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1QIKExUPI/AAAAAAAABoM/kKVcnpwWcGI/s400/HUN2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290973238303740146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1QIdZL68I/AAAAAAAABok/SR3rNig52tY/s1600-h/Fare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1QIdZL68I/AAAAAAAABok/SR3rNig52tY/s400/Fare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290973243489643458" 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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0DzU1YEpI/AAAAAAAABk8/aKHSS7bHlgc/s1600-h/n902015057_4309874_8142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0DzU1YEpI/AAAAAAAABk8/aKHSS7bHlgc/s400/n902015057_4309874_8142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290889317530997394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1KIR8qrjI/AAAAAAAABns/oPF1FPKCkkM/s1600-h/UGLY+picture+of+me..jpg"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-1jUaCVI/AAAAAAAABkE/GgbVsw4G6a0/s1600-h/n655510017_3768864_277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-1jUaCVI/AAAAAAAABkE/GgbVsw4G6a0/s400/n655510017_3768864_277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290883858220845394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1KIR8qrjI/AAAAAAAABns/oPF1FPKCkkM/s1600-h/UGLY+picture+of+me..jpg"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the year 2008&lt;/span&gt;, I had to say goodbye to 2 of the most important people in my life up to that point. It hurts, because I didn't know that this was be the last picture that 3 of us would take as a 3some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1KIR8qrjI/AAAAAAAABns/oPF1FPKCkkM/s1600-h/UGLY+picture+of+me..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1KIR8qrjI/AAAAAAAABns/oPF1FPKCkkM/s400/UGLY+picture+of+me..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966643347467826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the year 2008&lt;/span&gt;, I said hello to the life in the BIG BEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I said hello to my whole new life, friends, home and University. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0Dy11Z7yI/AAAAAAAABks/vUdRM52xAEc/s1600-h/Lin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0Dy11Z7yI/AAAAAAAABks/vUdRM52xAEc/s400/Lin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290889309209620258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I knew I had someone supportive with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0ue2xhP5I/AAAAAAAABnU/lhbt8auidaA/s1600-h/Punk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0ue2xhP5I/AAAAAAAABnU/lhbt8auidaA/s400/Punk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936244864368530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0uekp02tI/AAAAAAAABnE/cO4XU0Csk7o/s1600-h/Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0uekp02tI/AAAAAAAABnE/cO4XU0Csk7o/s400/Sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936240000260818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0uev7wDjI/AAAAAAAABnM/FIvcXxiLMVg/s1600-h/Dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0uev7wDjI/AAAAAAAABnM/FIvcXxiLMVg/s400/Dan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290936243028233778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0qV3H1FCI/AAAAAAAABmc/9xjOv6InmwU/s1600-h/n504950998_1028091_7364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0qV3H1FCI/AAAAAAAABmc/9xjOv6InmwU/s400/n504950998_1028091_7364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290931692292609058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1KLhIaSKI/AAAAAAAABn0/w8UR1DxNIhE/s1600-h/Mystique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1KLhIaSKI/AAAAAAAABn0/w8UR1DxNIhE/s400/Mystique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290966698962864290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nXx20S_I/AAAAAAAABmU/JXs7ExWWAKs/s1600-h/n904675523_4880967_995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nXx20S_I/AAAAAAAABmU/JXs7ExWWAKs/s400/n904675523_4880967_995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290928426703932402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nXxpJeZI/AAAAAAAABmM/S_zn3_TbJMc/s1600-h/n504950998_1054504_9753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nXxpJeZI/AAAAAAAABmM/S_zn3_TbJMc/s400/n504950998_1054504_9753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290928426646600082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nXwcAqfI/AAAAAAAABmE/aSVo38lFV30/s1600-h/n510162575_1680899_4832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nXwcAqfI/AAAAAAAABmE/aSVo38lFV30/s400/n510162575_1680899_4832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290928426323061234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nXo4EKCI/AAAAAAAABl8/E8Umt2dWY0M/s1600-h/n510162575_1681598_8230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nXo4EKCI/AAAAAAAABl8/E8Umt2dWY0M/s400/n510162575_1681598_8230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290928424293247010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFrjozKI/AAAAAAAABls/DzYiY4VjYuI/s1600-h/Stephanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFrjozKI/AAAAAAAABls/DzYiY4VjYuI/s400/Stephanie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290928115775229090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFrtAiVI/AAAAAAAABlk/FnNOiDffTZ8/s1600-h/XMAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFrtAiVI/AAAAAAAABlk/FnNOiDffTZ8/s400/XMAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290928115814533458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the year 2008&lt;/span&gt;, I saw the Sugababes, performing live, a few feet away from me! Also, I don't know if you remember this, but a year back when I posted the 2007 X-Factor winner after Leona Lewis, was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leon Jackson&lt;/span&gt;. I met him at Topshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1LsPTKBZI/AAAAAAAABn8/mY-347VgCGY/s1600-h/Sugababes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1LsPTKBZI/AAAAAAAABn8/mY-347VgCGY/s400/Sugababes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290968360623408530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFHlanXI/AAAAAAAABlc/Jjl8qg_VXO0/s1600-h/Leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFHlanXI/AAAAAAAABlc/Jjl8qg_VXO0/s400/Leon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290928106119011698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;At the start of 2009&lt;/span&gt;, I saw the Swedish band Alcazar perform live a few feet away from me in all their glory. They were FAN-F*cking Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFHlanXI/AAAAAAAABlc/Jjl8qg_VXO0/s1600-h/Leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1WgoSm5-I/AAAAAAAABpM/-nhgP0OeskQ/s1600-h/Alcazar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1WgoSm5-I/AAAAAAAABpM/-nhgP0OeskQ/s400/Alcazar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290980255801468898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFHlanXI/AAAAAAAABlc/Jjl8qg_VXO0/s1600-h/Leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;At the start of 2009&lt;/span&gt;, I also saw the up and coming biggest girl band in the UK and also around the world. THE SATURDAYS. Performing one of the HOTTEST HOTTEST new track 'UP'! It was incredible, the crowd, the SATURDAYS! Why don't you make a wild guess on which day I saw them at? They're beautiful, talented and amazing! I wouldn't be surprised if they start to take over Girls Aloud. Of course, it will still take some time ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFHlanXI/AAAAAAAABlc/Jjl8qg_VXO0/s1600-h/Leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1WgdaRMtI/AAAAAAAABpE/_HZZ0ACJkKI/s1600-h/thesaturdays_550l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1WgdaRMtI/AAAAAAAABpE/_HZZ0ACJkKI/s400/thesaturdays_550l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290980252880810706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW0nFHlanXI/AAAAAAAABlc/Jjl8qg_VXO0/s1600-h/Leon.jpg"&gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1WgIS98mI/AAAAAAAABo0/MT0-0Jg_zf4/s1600-h/THe+saturdays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1WgIS98mI/AAAAAAAABo0/MT0-0Jg_zf4/s400/THe+saturdays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290980247213044322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;At the start of 2009&lt;/span&gt;, I met Robert Pattison. Rising star that made his debut in the big screens in 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' and male star of the world's latest vampire teenage love story 'Twilight'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1WgM-RETI/AAAAAAAABo8/CgMc-Kj4S4k/s1600-h/RobertPattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SW1WgM-RETI/AAAAAAAABo8/CgMc-Kj4S4k/s400/RobertPattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290980248468394290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's been a lonely year and down beat one. That is maybe because of the choice that I have made to stay away from people who always sit on their high horses and judge everyone else. Also, because I choose to stay away from people who don't accept me for who I am anymore. I'm tired of arguing and sick of their attitude. I'm sorry but I am only human, if there's one thing that you keep doing and keep getting hurt by it, you would do any red blooded human being would do, walk away and avoid getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;, gives me hope and chances to make new relationships and choices. If there's one thing that I've learnt, it's that when you ask God for something, he gives you the opportunity for it, but not hand it to you in a golden platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-6610763359325784957?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/6610763359325784957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/6610763359325784957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-2008.html' title='the year 2008 and the start of 2009. '/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SWz-2O79P0I/AAAAAAAABkc/qrG53WOo3rg/s72-c/Take+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-2561644299628474674</id><published>2008-12-21T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:33:04.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexes</title><content type='html'>So after a long observation of how people behave in the world generally here there, everywhere! Whether it is in KL, London, Italy and Australia. I have come to a conclusion that MEN and WOMEN can lack the physical appearances but share the same behaviour towards other human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After club hopping every week since the life in the Big Ben allows us to accommodate that. I have noticed that Men are VISUAL and Women are EMOTIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything in the world you can do from denying that when you are out there whether walking around town, dancing or doing anything as a matter of fact, will ever decrease the fact that MEN ARE VISUAL. When a hot young brunette walks into the room with pearly white teeth, perfect hair, a tall and lean body with perky breasts, I'm sorry ladies and gents, nobody else stands a chance from taking that attention away from her and focusing it on something else or you. It is sad to say that Men can only visualize what they see in front of them and many a time that object will be out of their league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN however, show very different behaviour when they're out. Walking into a night club with a sleek Sefridges dress and one of Ms. Wang's special fall collection heels, you know you're hot and know how to flaunt it. However, what do you ladies do when a tall dark and handsome guy walks by and starts dancing a few feet away from you on the dance floor. I'll tell you what you'll do, you wait... and wait... and wait... and WAIT for the guy to either come dance or talk to you. Why is that?? Is it because you fear the rejection that you will get if you do go up to him and strike up a conversation? Or is it because you think emotionally you wouldn't be able to cope if he isn't interested? But then again, the tigeress who doesn't come out of her hiding spot, will never get her food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-2561644299628474674?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2561644299628474674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2561644299628474674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/12/sexes.html' title='Sexes'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-3990415512743610299</id><published>2008-11-23T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:01:18.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sick</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and put off the Assignments that are due soon, I think about the happier times I've had in KL. I've never thought that one day, I would feel this way for more than 24 hours. But it hit me hard today when I didn't have a single soul to drown my problems with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When all of us decided to take on that journey called Uni, we went separately to different parts of the world, Australia, Singapore, New Zealand, The Uk, US and Canada. I have so many friends in all parts of the world, how are we ever going to come together again to hang out and have a good laugh? That almost seems hardly possible when you even come to think of the time difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One of the people that I weirdly miss is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lin&lt;/span&gt;, we promised we'd have a good time in London but the truth is I've never seen her since that last party we went to. Funnily she would always be able to make me laugh and put a smile on my face. Come to think of it, I'd better meet up with her before she hits back to KL for Christmas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The window of oppurtunity has passed for me as to my trip back to KL. I did have a chance to go back for Christmas, but sadly I thought that I'd be better off staying here in London with my friends. How I wish I could take that back and take the next flight to KL. I would never in a million years admit this but yes, I am SO home sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Passion, something that can happen to anyone in the world. Passion makes two people in love grow fonder of each other. Passion makes friends grow stronger together. It has come to my attention that maybe for me Passion should be replaced with ambition. I vow that I would take this chance that I have and make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Alright, enough rattling about myself, time to get back to the assignments that needs to be handed in by Mid December. Gasp! If I don't buck up now, I really don't know what I can ever do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;My List &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                     1. To see&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Wicked&lt;/span&gt; By next Easter.&lt;br /&gt;                     2. An iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;                     3. The new Blackberry Storm.&lt;br /&gt;                     4. Banana Republic Coat.&lt;br /&gt;                     5. A sony Cyber-shot or Canon iXus Camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-3990415512743610299?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3990415512743610299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3990415512743610299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-sick.html' title='Home Sick'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-954477960288783861</id><published>2008-11-08T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:28:17.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SRtbzXv4teI/AAAAAAAABJA/OfC7GgPsfe0/s1600-h/USA+Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SRtbzXv4teI/AAAAAAAABJA/OfC7GgPsfe0/s400/USA+Flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267905127246247394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;70,000 were the number of people in Grant Park, Chicago for Obama's victory speech. As I watched the Speech over and over again. I asked myself why didn't I head of to the US to further my studies. I had a chance, why didn't I take it? It's the question I ask myself all the time while living in the Big Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, while America voted and won for the very first time in history in favour of an African American man, the world looked up and thanked the Gods from above for answering their prayers. The new Democratic party that is lead by a man of the African American persuasian is finally here to address change. This is a new beginning and a new chapter for Americans. For men and women who gave their lives up willingly in the Military, Air Force and Navy, this can only mean one thing. The war of a never ending battle will soon come an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart started to beat 10 times faster each time I imagined Barack Obama will soon be opening a speech on the television screen telling the American nation the changes that is soon to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our demoracy, tonight is your answer." Obama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe this is a begining of an end to any sort of discrimination against race, sex, religion and sexuality in the Unites States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me back to the day we were sitting down in our International Business class with Mr. Saint Germain. I don't know if any of you can recall the poster that was plastered on the right side of the wall with the Star Spangled Banner poster and a picture of Hilary Clinton and Barack Obama each with detailed informations about each candidate's educational and work history. They were both in the presidential election race until Hilary gracefully pulled out because Obama was the party's persumative nominee. I remember thinking to myself, yea right! Like that's going to happen, what would people make out of America if there was a woman or a black man representing them. Last week, I was thrown back into the reality that anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;The government of the people, by the people and for the people is finally here to take charge. After a long and winding race, the end result is a Mark that has been left in the world history that will have people talking about in generations to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Present to you fellow Americans - The Star Spangled Banner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-954477960288783861?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/954477960288783861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/954477960288783861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SRtbzXv4teI/AAAAAAAABJA/OfC7GgPsfe0/s72-c/USA+Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7742187397181383886</id><published>2008-10-25T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:06:22.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something lurking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQd3M_TY43I/AAAAAAAABI4/JZaW2ua6sH0/s1600-h/sugababes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQd3M_TY43I/AAAAAAAABI4/JZaW2ua6sH0/s400/sugababes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262305754640606066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately it's been such a busy ride that I haven't been updating constantly. I promise once my camera is up and my routine gets better, I definitely won't be MIA anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have classes in the afternoon every Monday and end at 5.30 every week. Classes are very intense, people in LCC are smarter, presentable, LOOKABLE, intelligent and opinionated. So it is intimidating when I am up against people of such kind. The teachers however are not as lenient as Canadian teachers. We have what we call a 10 minute rule, as the lecture have begin we are allowed into the hall for as long as the first 10 minutes, after that you will politely be asked to go back out if you step into the hall. It does feel lonely at times because when I turn around to speak to somebody that I'm familiar with and that doesn't happen I feel LOW. When I walk out of class and take the lift down, I often turn to my right or left to look for C and P but that doesn't happen. So I'm still getting use to that empty space that I keep constantly wanting to fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Room and Halls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is as small as a jail cell, I mean really! It's only a quarter of what My old room used to be. Anyone's that been into my room will know exactly what I'm talking about. I haven't got a camera with me at the moment, hence the lack of pictures on the blog. Just you wait till I get my bank sorted out and I can get my camera! I will generously shower you with pictures. The first time I came into my room, I honestly thought a bomb had went off in it and there was dirt everywhere, it was that disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been getting along quite happily so far. It's been quite a routine that we have cooking dinner for each other and that makes it a hell a lot more fun. We've got Poppy who's doing textiles in St. Martin's. Mel with a foundation of fashion in London College of Fashion. Max who's doing graphic designs in Camberwell and Vaisally is pursuing a Marketing and Advertising degree in LCC. It's funny how all of us go to different locations and yet we end up living together, it's great. As time passes, we have gotten to know each other more and more and we're becoming one big family. Originally we have 6 people living in a flat, well thats what I thought. Until the other person Audrey who lives in room A that I've only met like 3 times decided to smuggle her boy/girl friend up into her room. Well I thought it would be nice if I were to introduce myself and be nice to the girl. But it seems like it just wouldn't work with some people. As soon as she introduced herself and I asked her if she was ok, she ran straight back into her room *WEIRD*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started to see her bringing this guy into her room all the time, whether it was bringing up the shopping or taking the food into the room. It was really bizzare to us because they would never say hi or introduce themselves, which made US even more curious about the matter. Then it hit us that she's been hoarding this guy in her room since we started living there. It's strictly against the rules that you have somebody over in your room for more than 3 days. But she's been having her since she started living there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time we've been minding our business and have decided to not talk to her because she clearly doesn't want to talk to us. But last saturday, she was cleaning up her cooking pot that she has left in the kitchen sink for more than a week or so. Instead of cleaning all her shit from the cooking pot into the bin, she threw down the food into the sink. When I saw what had happen I almost lost my mind and wanted to strangle her, the worst part was she was using Mel's brush and sponge and Poppy's washing liquid to clean up. I took pictures as evidence and waited for Mel to come home so that we could have a go at her. TRUST me, it was a really good go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYdZbsonCI/AAAAAAAABIQ/MZAaPjeHF-s/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYdZbsonCI/AAAAAAAABIQ/MZAaPjeHF-s/s400/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261925537397906466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYdZuXPvII/AAAAAAAABIY/bA3JSxSqZqA/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYdZuXPvII/AAAAAAAABIY/bA3JSxSqZqA/s400/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261925542408469634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYqLfH5HcI/AAAAAAAABIo/1Z-4f3VxyrY/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYqLfH5HcI/AAAAAAAABIo/1Z-4f3VxyrY/s400/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261939591450533314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is the shy one that doesn't like taking photographs, I don't know why. He's good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CLUBS and Parties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as M.O.S, Punk, Tiger Tiger and Koko that we've been in our first two weeks, it's been really cool. But one of the ones that I've been to is Refinery which Lin invited me to. Here I thought it was going to be another party place for the birthday boy. What I didn't know it that it also was a club and I have to say it was pretty awesome. I met some of the people that I know in college and it was fun. I have to honestly say that I have never seen that many good looking Asian people before till Refinery. Girls were stylish but not skanky in KL, none of those hooker heels shit. Most of them were British Born Chinese and I have to say very GOOD looking. Then again, a club is never a club until you have a public brawl. This guy who was totally pissed started dancing into this other group that had some drug or some other shit. The other guy then started punching this pissed boy and then a brawl just started. I said to myself, I didn't escape KL for this shit. MY MY MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQb-uGRVeFI/AAAAAAAABIw/_O0LtLEG4MA/s1600-h/LIN"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQb-uGRVeFI/AAAAAAAABIw/_O0LtLEG4MA/s400/LIN" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262173282539763794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd1x-hgqI/AAAAAAAABHI/ygCaZjmtK88/s1600-h/Ri2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd1x-hgqI/AAAAAAAABHI/ygCaZjmtK88/s400/Ri2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261855655670678178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd13QCzQI/AAAAAAAABHA/Ba46r7ZIzA8/s1600-h/Refe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd13QCzQI/AAAAAAAABHA/Ba46r7ZIzA8/s400/Refe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261855657086340354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second Msia and Singapore society outing was in Leister Square at Sound. S thought it would be nice if we went and had a good time. So I agreed to meet her at Elephant and Castle and we went off to Leister Square with the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be more happy when I was there, I was really glad I went. There were so many people that I knew and it was surprising as to what A SMALL world it was! Basically I saw everyone from KL, well not literally but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was good, company was great. But I did feel like I was just back in Maison or something. But of course NO dodgy people around us trying to grope you or anything. The theme for the party was Hollywood GLAMOUR, hence the glamorous venue and outfits - NOT me of course, Sarah however did pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd2FpMMoI/AAAAAAAABHQ/DsYEJuIp3CM/s1600-h/SA"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd2FpMMoI/AAAAAAAABHQ/DsYEJuIp3CM/s400/SA" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261855660949910146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYRWSWpIzI/AAAAAAAABIA/mqx43V7J4qM/s1600-h/ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYRWSWpIzI/AAAAAAAABIA/mqx43V7J4qM/s400/ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261912289210606386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYRWCBW5yI/AAAAAAAABH4/9oQTndUDVq0/s1600-h/LIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQYRWCBW5yI/AAAAAAAABH4/9oQTndUDVq0/s400/LIN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261912284826363682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd_WQ9RYI/AAAAAAAABHo/f5I9_PvRVQs/s1600-h/Yi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd_WQ9RYI/AAAAAAAABHo/f5I9_PvRVQs/s400/Yi" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261855820030494082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd1r3ms3I/AAAAAAAABG4/_Y4jEXXB_hM/s1600-h/FUN"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQXd1r3ms3I/AAAAAAAABG4/_Y4jEXXB_hM/s400/FUN" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261855654031045490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome foursome! WOOT! We have to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heaven - We arrived at this place and as usual thought it was going to be just a normal night out having fun. We were half way dancing and drinking when this guy comes up on stage and thanked everyone for coming and said something that is going to stick in my mind: Introducing the first act for tonight THE SUGABABES! I went hysterical, I was just mildly dancing and then it turned into a full on concert MODE. Screamed my lungs out just so they'd hear me, but unfortunately everybody was doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't get any live photos ya'll, trust me they did perform and it was really good. They were just a few feet away from me. It was better than any concert EVER, they were so beautiful and glamorous. Now I'm a huge FAN, don't be surprised if everytime you come here now they would be playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I SAW THE SUGABABES YA"LL!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQd3M_TY43I/AAAAAAAABI4/JZaW2ua6sH0/s1600-h/sugababes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQd3M_TY43I/AAAAAAAABI4/JZaW2ua6sH0/s400/sugababes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262305754640606066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Place - Just Last weekend, a couple of friends from UNI decided to bring me to this place where I can't even remember its name. It looked a bit dodgy but we still went in just because my friends wanted to. It was the worst time I've ever had in my life from that point. People would just come dancing with you and groping you and holding you. I was shocked, when I'm dancing and having fun, let me be. Don't come and whisper your name and ask what's mine in return and all that shit. The worst part was just when they come and hold your waist and fingers. If it didn't make me go OMFG, it definitely made me go WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7742187397181383886?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7742187397181383886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7742187397181383886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-something-lurking.html' title='There&apos;s something lurking.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SQd3M_TY43I/AAAAAAAABI4/JZaW2ua6sH0/s72-c/sugababes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7703830086065597361</id><published>2008-10-15T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:01:59.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaL5vA8HPI/AAAAAAAABEw/LaLEDVC6BiA/s1600-h/View.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So classes have commenced and have already had a hard time understanding some of the things that are being discussed in the lecture. This is naturally because everyone in the course that I've enrolled is smart, intelligent and well dressed! We've discuss some pretty intense subjects and I realize that Communications is actually NOT easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving On, After all the parties that I've went to, none of them which I brought a camera with me. The latest one PUNK, LoNdOn. It's one of the most posh Clubs you can ever go to in London. It's filled with Celebrities such as Agyness Deyn( Model of the year '07 and '08) if you don't know that, I honestly don't know whether you've been living in a cave or not. Also, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Lily Allen, Will Young, Kate Moss, Kelly Osbourne&lt;/span&gt; and many more can be spotted here weekly. Anyway, at first I didn't really want to go because I thought it would be boring and there would only be PUNK people there! But how wrong was I when I walked into the club and found it beautifully decorated and with hot tunes playing which will automatically make your hips move left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the club this is what you see below. Crowded, hot and SWEATY. The whole group of us had a table to ourselves because we're students and it was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaL5vA8HPI/AAAAAAAABEw/LaLEDVC6BiA/s1600-h/View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaL5vA8HPI/AAAAAAAABEw/LaLEDVC6BiA/s400/View.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257543438990843122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLtcTFk4I/AAAAAAAABEI/6kJwpHTf-R0/s1600-h/SHOCk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLtcTFk4I/AAAAAAAABEI/6kJwpHTf-R0/s400/SHOCk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257543227808256898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of these pictures were taken by our friend Alana, the girl with the pink hair. I didn't even know how this was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLtuH8iPI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ssx1NkBhT4Y/s1600-h/Simone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLtuH8iPI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ssx1NkBhT4Y/s400/Simone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257543232593365234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture because Simone was trying to hold it. Just like me in the following picture. LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKt8WMsCI/AAAAAAAABDQ/42k0uK2gzMM/s1600-h/Holding+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKt8WMsCI/AAAAAAAABDQ/42k0uK2gzMM/s400/Holding+it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542136899612706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOLD IT!!!! That's MY JAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLt3bXFqI/AAAAAAAABEo/KlyRe4ppN6Q/s1600-h/US.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLt3bXFqI/AAAAAAAABEo/KlyRe4ppN6Q/s400/US.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257543235090716322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little first picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLOEGBl1I/AAAAAAAABDg/ZWKJKwg1ogk/s1600-h/Lauren+and+ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLOEGBl1I/AAAAAAAABDg/ZWKJKwg1ogk/s400/Lauren+and+ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542688735074130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken when I dunno, we were still messing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLOcW5PQI/AAAAAAAABDo/_Jk9NGxonjM/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLOcW5PQI/AAAAAAAABDo/_Jk9NGxonjM/s400/Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542695248280834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chairs in Punk were very COMFY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLOZvyclI/AAAAAAAABDw/lSPY1zhR7T8/s1600-h/Me+and+C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLOZvyclI/AAAAAAAABDw/lSPY1zhR7T8/s400/Me+and+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542694547386962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Charlotte was only telling me to do this and act adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLO58w_lI/AAAAAAAABEA/LsZy9ICVhhg/s1600-h/n504950998_889394_5843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLO58w_lI/AAAAAAAABEA/LsZy9ICVhhg/s400/n504950998_889394_5843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542703191752274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't remember what song we were dancing to, but it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKtYqJMpI/AAAAAAAABC4/z8NCArVZwNc/s1600-h/3+of+us+being+FUNNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKtYqJMpI/AAAAAAAABC4/z8NCArVZwNc/s400/3+of+us+being+FUNNY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542127319593618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I swear, one of our favourite song was playing and we just jumped in unison. Trust me, L if you were here. This CLUB's music is definitely for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKtoC7WXI/AAAAAAAABDA/HVnW63n8PcE/s1600-h/CHarlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKtoC7WXI/AAAAAAAABDA/HVnW63n8PcE/s400/CHarlotte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542131450075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKtlQiRsI/AAAAAAAABDI/R1XT3DYv7b4/s1600-h/BOTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKtlQiRsI/AAAAAAAABDI/R1XT3DYv7b4/s400/BOTH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542130701846210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKt5wba2I/AAAAAAAABDY/vgrX_o9wPE0/s1600-h/KISS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaKt5wba2I/AAAAAAAABDY/vgrX_o9wPE0/s400/KISS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542136204323682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you acting adorable is the new acting KEEWLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJuGnfrnI/AAAAAAAABCY/iq580QbNKSs/s1600-h/Alana+me+and+Ksenia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJuGnfrnI/AAAAAAAABCY/iq580QbNKSs/s400/Alana+me+and+Ksenia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257541040144887410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJt3taX4I/AAAAAAAABCQ/8nQAq81rLBs/s1600-h/Alana+and+Ksenia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJt3taX4I/AAAAAAAABCQ/8nQAq81rLBs/s400/Alana+and+Ksenia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257541036143173506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, the toilets here were amazingly well taken care off. There would be a guy there helping you with the sink and hand towels and also they decorated the place really POSHLY. On top of that, the toilets included a WHOLE range of expensive men COLONGE/Perfume for you to devour. TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLOjmbJkI/AAAAAAAABD4/UOGwyNCG224/s1600-h/Me+and+Charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLOjmbJkI/AAAAAAAABD4/UOGwyNCG224/s400/Me+and+Charlotte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257542697192465986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJuNkWEjI/AAAAAAAABCg/MK75mUntP7I/s1600-h/C+and+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJuNkWEjI/AAAAAAAABCg/MK75mUntP7I/s400/C+and+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257541042010722866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJucqjIEI/AAAAAAAABCo/eq73OtNYhS4/s1600-h/G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJucqjIEI/AAAAAAAABCo/eq73OtNYhS4/s400/G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257541046063276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJu6A95YI/AAAAAAAABCw/wj_AO8s_D88/s1600-h/G+and+alana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaJu6A95YI/AAAAAAAABCw/wj_AO8s_D88/s400/G+and+alana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257541053941933442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLt5SArWI/AAAAAAAABEY/BEovPAPUmxo/s1600-h/SLUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLt5SArWI/AAAAAAAABEY/BEovPAPUmxo/s400/SLUT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257543235588369762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, it they were playing songs like : Yeah, My neck , my back lick my pussy and my crack. C and P you would know this one cuz you guys were the ones that was singing it to me, on lana's iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLt7VSfnI/AAAAAAAABEg/ReZXqTJ9VDI/s1600-h/SLUT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaLt7VSfnI/AAAAAAAABEg/ReZXqTJ9VDI/s400/SLUT2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257543236138991218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who the heck this guy is, he wasn't with us for sure, but this is what happens when you go to a Posh club wearing something that makes your boobs pop out . What a fucking PERV?? But I'm glad she's enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going on till 2 in the morning and we were a little tired so the four of us decided to leave first and let the rest party on. I know, wasn't like me, but I was a little beat up and wanted to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap things up, it was pretty amazing and this week we have a pirates dress up party in the Dark Room. I'm waiting to see what others are going to dress up like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7703830086065597361?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7703830086065597361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7703830086065597361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SPaL5vA8HPI/AAAAAAAABEw/LaLEDVC6BiA/s72-c/View.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-4171348196563122994</id><published>2008-10-09T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:03:21.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homophobia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SO4PeojiubI/AAAAAAAABCI/wvHZuDiKzZ8/s1600-h/lawrenceking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SO4PeojiubI/AAAAAAAABCI/wvHZuDiKzZ8/s400/lawrenceking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255154834144934322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 12th 2008, a 15 year old boy named Larry King was SHOT twice in the head by a fellow 8th grader name Brandon. Days before he was killed, Larry innocently asked his killer to be his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;. Larry King was killed because he was openly gay and unafraid to express his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he was shot in the head twice, he was brought to the hospital straight away and put into the emergency room immediately. But only after 30 minutes into the emergency room, he had to be moved to the Intensive care unit because he was only holding on a thread of his life. The next morning, after surviving the first six critical hours, he began to go into a coma. That was when his brain started to SWELL and die. He was announced brain dead, so his dad and mom took him off life support because there wasn't anything that they could do to make Larry walk, speak or live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy has been killed and a number of lives have been ruined, and somewhere along the line the killer Brandon got the message that it was so awful, so threatening and so horrific that Larry would want to be his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;, that killing Larry was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are an entire groups of people that face discrimination and prejudice every single day and WE are far away from reaching that point of equality. All of it is unacceptable, ALL OF IT, may it be your race, religion, sexuality and colour it all comes up to what you bring to the table that people then should JUDGE you. But I would really like to ask all of you to consider how often being gay is a punch line of a monologue. Or how often gay jokes are made in a movie, and that kind of message laughing at someone because they're gay is only a beginning. It starts with laughing at someone and then it becomes &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;VERBAL&lt;/span&gt; abuse turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PHISICAL&lt;/span&gt; abuse and ultimately comes to this kid Brandon killing a kid like Larry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask all of you to consider the fact that people around you find it so hard to come out clean to you because of the realisation of what could actually happen to them if they do. May it be your friend, relatives and enemies think twice before you open your &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;filthy&lt;/span&gt; mouth and say something homophobic or use any sort of derogatory terms on them. My heart goes out to all of the people involved in this horrible horrible hate crime. Sitting here realizing that this is a hate crime, it only brings me back to one of my last blog entry about Hate. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-4171348196563122994?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4171348196563122994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4171348196563122994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/homophobia.html' title='Homophobia.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SO4PeojiubI/AAAAAAAABCI/wvHZuDiKzZ8/s72-c/lawrenceking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-1020555800884095766</id><published>2008-10-01T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:59:20.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.O.S London.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SOQXkpC_ZRI/AAAAAAAABCA/24geZCaA8ds/s1600-h/Toolroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SOQXkpC_ZRI/AAAAAAAABCA/24geZCaA8ds/s400/Toolroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252348983681967378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. Really, there just no words can describe what I just experienced tonight. It's way early in the morning here in London and I just had the best time clubbing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministry Of Sound - M.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't take any pictures because I don't have a camera. It's the saddest thing ever can be imagined. It was a place where everybody can enjoy music, LITERALLY. You go in with a wrist band and you get PRIORITY entry and they let you in first. As soon as you get into the club, there's a coat room where you would have to pay for. Didn't mind doing that, it was just too awesome to enjoy. Once you're in that's exactly what you see in the picture above with house, techno mix with lots of jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;bar&lt;/span&gt; that goes on forever like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;catwalk&lt;/span&gt; with loads of staff serving you drinks. 2 podium for people to dance on and a dance floor. As you walk into the bar area, on your left you've got the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;extensive music room&lt;/span&gt; - plays heavy techno with R&amp;amp;B. My gawd, the room smoking HAAAWTT. Massive dance floor for you to mingle around. I could only hold onto my two mates, Steph and Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've had enough of that, move over across the main room dance floor over to another section called the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; BABY BOX&lt;/span&gt;. I can't really remember what type of genre the music was, but it was very different to what we listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, there are two stairs parallel to each other leading to the upstairs stand, where you can CLEARLY enjoy the view from above, and let me tell you one thing, it was spectacular. We didn't see this at first, but towards the end, we saw they had another exclusive area for the VIP members. It was a lounge with another BAR, imagine that! It was really only for the exclusive, but we just walked in anyway LOL. There was only one thing that was shitty though, the toilets, you had to que for HOURS just to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Raymond, came late and only danced with us for a while. Wasn't interested he was. Probably was because he was afraid of how HOT Mel and Steph were! He was more interested with this other girl he met somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euphoria, Space, Loft and Maisons in KL can kiss my ARSE from now. They are NOTHING compared to M.O.S London.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-1020555800884095766?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1020555800884095766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1020555800884095766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/mos-london.html' title='M.O.S London.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SOQXkpC_ZRI/AAAAAAAABCA/24geZCaA8ds/s72-c/Toolroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7703348759407946581</id><published>2008-10-01T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:32:20.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back again to a city that I have been to for many times. There wasn't much of a change, except for the SUN. Could you believe it, London bright and shiny for a change. I've never been here in the fall, so it was quite an experience. It took me like forever to move in because of the stuff that I had. Let me tell you this, I have too much of things. Also, I have to buy things that I weren't able to bring. Like a table lamp, plates, cups mugs and so many more. I swear if I were to list them all down. You would just be like, okay skip this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have very good flatmates. I have to say one thing, I was so scared the first day I came, I didn't know what was going to happen obviously because I haven't seen any of them before that. I sort of gave them the cold shoulders the first day because to be honest. I was so homesick. I never thought I would live to say this, but yes I was so home sick. Maybe because I hadn't actually been properly introduced to my flat mates and we hadn't sat down all together to have like a proper talk. Everything has changed now because we've all actually had the same fear because we all come from different parts of the country and the world. So it was very good to get that tension off our chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the Ewen Henderson Court. It's a very nice area with very quite surroundings. Although I have to say there are ALOT of 'LING LING'. Hope you know that one, CHRIST! I even forgot why we call them that. Somebody remind me. I know N would be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we're very excited tonight because we're going to M.O.S. We have tags for students and we get in for FREE!!!! WHOOO HOOO !!!! Saves me 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, have got to get ready. Be back later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7703348759407946581?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7703348759407946581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7703348759407946581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-im-back-again-to-city-that-i-have.html' title='What&apos;s been going on.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-1537847569652011539</id><published>2008-10-01T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:35:23.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry + I'm Thankful.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for taking advantage of you all the time when we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for lying to you about my whereabouts because I didn't want to be confronted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I was being childish and completely and utter dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not knowing how important you guys are for me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you took the trouble to send me here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you would always! ALWAYS volunteer to come get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all the silly things I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not knowing how much you care and protect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not opening up much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not being able to be honest with you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the little things you do for me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that you took the time to call me before I left at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that you were so concerned with my well being that you called all the way from another country just to make sure I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the small things you give me in memory of what has happen in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for all the time spent with me just because you wanted to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that you'd never taken advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that when you were in trouble, you knew the first person you would come to is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful all the memories that you've given me and all the love that you showered me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the money spent on me just to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm THANKFUL to have you as Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I MISS YOU P ,C &amp;amp; T. I love you lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-1537847569652011539?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1537847569652011539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1537847569652011539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sorry-im-thankful.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry + I&apos;m Thankful.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-9164002097451408293</id><published>2008-09-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:00:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hate, something human beings live by and do everyday in their very existence in the world. It can be both hurtful and harmful. We live our lives everyday thinking of the things we like and hate. You would hear people on the street or on the subway or on the bus telling each other what they hate about doing in their daily lives, or the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of hating someone, you lose your strength and your ability to rationalize. Therefore, creating one of the seven deadly SINS on the planet - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt;. Some say this one is THE deadliest sin in the world because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANGER &lt;/span&gt;can drive a person to do absolutely anything. (Including taking the life of someone) However, what happens when a person just absolutely HATES someone and has so much of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt; towards that other person but can do absolutely NOTHING about it. AAAHH, yes... that is a problem that I am sure many of you can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes down to what type of person you are and the actions that you take. It will either break you or make you. Harvest enough anger and take unnecessary actions to make that anger and hate go away maybe will lock you away forever. But Harvest enough anger and be able to forgive and forget is one trait that not many have been able to practice. It takes time, experience and effort to be able to do that. But I for one can admit that I haven't been able to do that just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt; can be deadly and helpful, being angry at another person would probably make you do things you will regret in the future. Being angry for not reaching a certain goal will make you stronger and wiser as you search for ways to get to that certain goal, even after failing miserably the first few couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I fear most is that when I do something that will make me regret in the future and NOT NOW. However I can't deny that Anger and Hate is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INEVITABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-9164002097451408293?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/9164002097451408293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/9164002097451408293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/09/hate.html' title='Hate.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-557178308387461934</id><published>2008-09-10T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:42:16.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE Blair Waldorf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ahead -&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;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&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat DO NOT read if you don't want me to spoil the fun for you.&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;I just knew it, you couldn't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMfl76pAJMI/AAAAAAAABBw/BamGtF7Ao5k/s1600-h/0000041819_20070801145005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMfl76pAJMI/AAAAAAAABBw/BamGtF7Ao5k/s400/0000041819_20070801145005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244413108612506818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWD! I think I'm in love with Blair Waldorf! HAHAHAHAHAH!!! I just saw the second episode of GG. ALL I can say it. IT's FAN FUCKINGTASTIC!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see Lonely Boy and Serena trying to avoid each other because they still want to have a time out. But in the end, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus turns out to be a LORD and the duchess happens to be sleeping with Blair's Ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now could this be?&lt;br /&gt;It was just priceless when B caught N doing the Nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we also observe that Vanessa still has feelings for Mr. Archibald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs. Archibald is also having problems of her own. Who else but the Bass to come to the rescue. I see a light in Bart's son that I have never quite seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMfl8f3K_oI/AAAAAAAABB4/RbRa5_BNBxo/s1600-h/0000042345_20070828175120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMfl8f3K_oI/AAAAAAAABB4/RbRa5_BNBxo/s400/0000042345_20070828175120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244413118604050050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And all she said was 'OH MY EFFING GAWD!' I burst out into loud laughter! That was honestly the best scene from that point on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next?? Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-557178308387461934?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/557178308387461934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/557178308387461934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-blair-waldorf.html' title='I LOVE Blair Waldorf'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMfl76pAJMI/AAAAAAAABBw/BamGtF7Ao5k/s72-c/0000041819_20070801145005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-3966889930232918047</id><published>2008-09-08T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:27:57.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With a little Faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToxipbNFI/AAAAAAAABBI/nCpsjMpkefY/s1600-h/lesson3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToxipbNFI/AAAAAAAABBI/nCpsjMpkefY/s400/lesson3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243571803977888850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Faith, if you look into the picture, you see a dog with two very small hands or rather front foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToxxk_-0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/WbS8BZLs4Ew/s1600-h/lesson4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToxxk_-0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/WbS8BZLs4Ew/s400/lesson4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243571807985859394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But in reality, Faith just doesn't have her two front foot. Thus, making her put all her body weight on her Hinds(back legs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToyPfnLaI/AAAAAAAABBY/ffS15FBxmXU/s1600-h/lesson5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToyPfnLaI/AAAAAAAABBY/ffS15FBxmXU/s400/lesson5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243571816016326050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're prolly thinking how in God's name did this happen to this poor innocent dog.&lt;br /&gt;I teared up when I saw these pictures because it just saddens me as dogs/animals etc, have their own trials and tribulations to over come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToyZ7o2NI/AAAAAAAABBg/wTsiode8vWQ/s1600-h/lesson7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToyZ7o2NI/AAAAAAAABBg/wTsiode8vWQ/s400/lesson7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243571818818230482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith was born with only her two hinds and was only lying down on her chest when she was born. Doctors say that they were going to put her to sleep because it was basically impossible for her to live any longer if she just lies on her chest all her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude Stringfellow, a mother and son found this puppy when she was just born into the world. They didn't allow the vet to put her down because they believe that they could help her overcome her disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToyZXYPKI/AAAAAAAABBo/TcX_3K0-l0I/s1600-h/lesson8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToyZXYPKI/AAAAAAAABBo/TcX_3K0-l0I/s400/lesson8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243571818666146978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, she did. One day, Jude was trying to train Faith to jump for some food and each time she did it, Faith was rewarded with some food. In the end, Faith was trained to walk up right with only her hinds. She walks just like how a normal human being does. She's healthy and most importantly she survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith cannot be fed to much because she wouldn't be able to support her whole body weight if she grows any bigger. Faith has to walk with twice the strength of a normal dog because her whole body weight is depending on her hinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask that we all consider this beautiful animal and then think twice before ever whining about how tough our fucking lives are. And after considering all these images for abit give a little thought to just how easily we humans tend to give up when faced with adversity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-3966889930232918047?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3966889930232918047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3966889930232918047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/09/with-little-faith.html' title='With a little Faith.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMToxipbNFI/AAAAAAAABBI/nCpsjMpkefY/s72-c/lesson3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-177610909558611167</id><published>2008-09-06T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:44:32.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjFZLqQYI/AAAAAAAABAY/-oqF_lMXjwQ/s1600-h/ANTM-Cycle10-Ladies.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjFZLqQYI/AAAAAAAABAY/-oqF_lMXjwQ/s400/ANTM-Cycle10-Ladies.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243565547964744066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer is almost over, and comes the Fall. Thank god, because once it hits the Fall its show TIME!&lt;br /&gt;The CW has just renewed America's Next Top Model for the 11th Cycle! I'm so excited to see what&lt;br /&gt;they have in store for us this cycle. In the 10th cycle, plus size model winner Whitney won a 6&lt;br /&gt;page spread in Seventeen magazine and I have yet to see that. Allthough I thought her win was&lt;br /&gt;totally out of pity, she does seem to be very photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjFxfreRI/AAAAAAAABAo/_H_cCZOJta4/s1600-h/serena-dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjFxfreRI/AAAAAAAABAo/_H_cCZOJta4/s400/serena-dan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243565554491160850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all not forget the all new season 2 of Gossip Girl. Picking up from season 1, Lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;broke up with S to be with Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjm6irtvI/AAAAAAAABAw/z9-tJLspNm8/s1600-h/ed-westwick-chuck-bass-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjm6irtvI/AAAAAAAABAw/z9-tJLspNm8/s400/ed-westwick-chuck-bass-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243566123855361778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuck Bass decided that he wasn't prepared to be tied down&lt;br /&gt;after all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTlE8yVYkI/AAAAAAAABBA/NIDEZ7d7Xmk/s1600-h/gossipgirlblair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTlE8yVYkI/AAAAAAAABBA/NIDEZ7d7Xmk/s400/gossipgirlblair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243567739365581378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Queen B, went on the private jet without a Bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjFl8l0dI/AAAAAAAABAg/LR-B0BqdUJk/s1600-h/momsen-taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjFl8l0dI/AAAAAAAABAg/LR-B0BqdUJk/s400/momsen-taylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243565551391199698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Little J's days of being grounded lead to something ground breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjnGvcc2I/AAAAAAAABA4/32gekzY6Grs/s1600-h/gossip-girl19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjnGvcc2I/AAAAAAAABA4/32gekzY6Grs/s400/gossip-girl19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243566127130112866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We finally see N having a good time with S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the first episode of the second season of GG. ALL I can say is 'IT'S F%$^&amp;amp;*## Awesome!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly will happen next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-177610909558611167?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/177610909558611167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/177610909558611167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SMTjFZLqQYI/AAAAAAAABAY/-oqF_lMXjwQ/s72-c/ANTM-Cycle10-Ladies.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-2771239509509931579</id><published>2008-08-25T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:21:45.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLLAtPteG_I/AAAAAAAABAI/PnPnyiG3l9Y/s1600-h/n904170334_3814811_8591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLLAtPteG_I/AAAAAAAABAI/PnPnyiG3l9Y/s400/n904170334_3814811_8591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238461200129203186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLK_GPeTGHI/AAAAAAAABAA/DCj1hSyaxeA/s1600-h/n904170334_3822405_8161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLK_GPeTGHI/AAAAAAAABAA/DCj1hSyaxeA/s400/n904170334_3822405_8161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238459430539040882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLK-tAoclNI/AAAAAAAAA_4/IH0K1e6UBEU/s1600-h/n904170334_3822270_6663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLK-tAoclNI/AAAAAAAAA_4/IH0K1e6UBEU/s400/n904170334_3822270_6663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238458997058344146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLK6NASsnVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/LeTbb3R8vQ0/s1600-h/n904170334_3196598_6562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLK6NASsnVI/AAAAAAAAA_o/LeTbb3R8vQ0/s400/n904170334_3196598_6562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238454049164795218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLLAtUgE6sI/AAAAAAAABAQ/dxEHdOotjIk/s1600-h/n904170334_3196589_3781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLLAtUgE6sI/AAAAAAAABAQ/dxEHdOotjIk/s400/n904170334_3196589_3781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238461201415203522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scares the hell outta me that I am leaving to London soon. I miss my friends and most importantly I miss my 3 best threesome. C, P and S. Most of the time in my day, I constantly think of them. I think of how I could have made things better and how we took advantage of each day being together! Nobody will ever come to rescue me when I can't get to Uni. Nobody will ever have my back when I need them to. Also, nobody will just drop by my house to surprise me anymore. Nobody will bring me all the way from my house and to Ampang and bring me home.  God, why is this happening to me? Why now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-2771239509509931579?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2771239509509931579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2771239509509931579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-i-want-right-now.html' title='All I want right now.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SLLAtPteG_I/AAAAAAAABAI/PnPnyiG3l9Y/s72-c/n904170334_3814811_8591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-618092814286981780</id><published>2008-08-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:19:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping Away.</title><content type='html'>Don't be worried all, I am still alive and kicking. I got accepted into University of Arts London ( London College of Communications.)&lt;br /&gt;So most likely I would be going soon.&lt;br /&gt;The intake is in September. On the 29th to be exact. I still have not found a place to stay and waiting for the applications for the&lt;br /&gt;housing to be sorted out soon. Well, it's been a good ride. I cannot believe as to how fast all of us are growing and how many&lt;br /&gt;different paths we're taking. I don't know whether I would be happy about this. But I definitely am sure that I would miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;There are some times in your life where you would have to make a big decision on something. That decision will effect you in the long&lt;br /&gt;run. Funny how people would tell us that you have to make the right choices in order to be successful and yet we brush it away&lt;br /&gt;like 'Yeah right! Like that's going to happen to me!'. How wrong were we huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to announce that death occurs everyday. However, we do take a human life for granted when we are not part of that death.&lt;br /&gt;Cole. R died last month and it has shocked me because somebody I know and know really well is not breathing anymore. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;whether we can cheat death, but it also seems to me that everyday some miracle happens and saves a couple of people's lives. How&lt;br /&gt;something like that doesn't happen when death occurs? Why is it there isn't some miracle that will help save that person's life. It brings&lt;br /&gt;me back to the whole upset the balance of the universe thing. Because yes... if everything happens in favour of good, it will only&lt;br /&gt;upset the balance of the universe because good will then drown the world. I know, I know, the same old story. But is it fair when&lt;br /&gt;it happens to you? When death happens to you or people around you? Do you still think upsetting the whole balance of the universe still even matters?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-618092814286981780?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/618092814286981780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/618092814286981780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-be-worried-all-i-am-still-alive.html' title='Slipping Away.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-3245342930344021597</id><published>2008-07-15T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:50:15.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets + Truths.</title><content type='html'>What do we really know about the people we care about? Is it the presence you feel when you're with them? Or could it be the facade that they hide themselves behind to show others how they really want to be perceived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all the long phone conversations and the time spent with them really mean that you know them in and out? What about the text messages and lunchtimes that you've had together? AAAh Yes, no matter how tight your friends and you can be. We do what we have to do to feel safe, because we know somewhere in the world, there are those who would do us harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mqZiSDuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Kc7WGaSu8LA/s1600-h/IMG_2912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mqZiSDuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Kc7WGaSu8LA/s400/IMG_2912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223514390159036130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behind closed doors, we lie to the ones who bare us because we are afraid of how they would react. It also seems that we can't get over the hurt that someone has caused us so we run back to the first successor that originally took the first big piece of our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mp3oreWI/AAAAAAAAA_A/XgiAUpT1I0U/s1600-h/min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mp3oreWI/AAAAAAAAA_A/XgiAUpT1I0U/s400/min.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223514381059062114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We pretend everything is okay, because we don't want others to know what is really going on in our relationships. Crying at night and letting everything go, inside and not outside. Hurt by the one we fell hard for. This is because we're simply not strong enough or are we really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mqtpZBcI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/M77mTCY4xO8/s1600-h/795492377l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mqtpZBcI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/M77mTCY4xO8/s400/795492377l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223514395557561794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though we share relationships, how much are we willing to put out there and let everything out on the table? Parading them also seems so hard because we don't really know whether is this the one that won't break us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mq2FWKcI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/gYyvnwAUJxc/s1600-h/SL371143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mq2FWKcI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/gYyvnwAUJxc/s400/SL371143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223514397822298562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the hopes of not loosing someone close to you. We want to spend as much time with them as and when we can. But how much can we nurture that relationship until it finally turns to dust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mrG4IbiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/i8B_g8Iu050/s1600-h/SL371161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mrG4IbiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/i8B_g8Iu050/s400/SL371161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223514402330275362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter how much we have, we are still never satisfied. The fundamental rule of being human. Always wanting what you can't have. Painful... but yet it's a fact. Gambling with what we have now simply because we want more. Only to suppress the problems we are having in our shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2YyhzG1xI/AAAAAAAAA-4/dOAr4hV31rQ/s1600-h/n904170334_3196758_6798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2YyhzG1xI/AAAAAAAAA-4/dOAr4hV31rQ/s400/n904170334_3196758_6798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223499136653252370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, in an effort to spread the most outrageous rumors, we look over the the very thing that's even more scandalous - the TRUTH. And the only thing more shocking than the truth is the lies that people tell to cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, the truth always comes out, it's one of the fundamental rules of time, and when it comes out it can set you free or end everything you fought so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the worst thing the truth can do is when you finally tell it and it doesn't set you free, but locks you away forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-3245342930344021597?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3245342930344021597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3245342930344021597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/07/secrets-truths.html' title='Secrets + Truths.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH2mqZiSDuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Kc7WGaSu8LA/s72-c/IMG_2912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7132193092598348513</id><published>2008-07-13T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:21:29.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Davianche - My friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH1zp4b-G9I/AAAAAAAAA-k/qNEx4ieSoLE/s1600-h/n904170334_1707977_1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH1zp4b-G9I/AAAAAAAAA-k/qNEx4ieSoLE/s400/n904170334_1707977_1296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223458306181176274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrAHf4OMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Ht5zpsI2hCo/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrAHf4OMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Ht5zpsI2hCo/s400/DSC00343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237686344038594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June of '07, was when this picture started to make it's own mark on my phone camera. I was shocked as to what a camwhore this person is. Watch this transformation as I present to you. AHH MEI... oh AAHH MEI.. OHHH AHHH MEI. Miss Chin Mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrA05-RFI/AAAAAAAAA80/egi_efvyvDQ/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrA05-RFI/AAAAAAAAA80/egi_efvyvDQ/s400/DSC00344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237698533082194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The PussyCat Dolls 'WERE' looking for a new doll to replace Carmit Bachar. She decided to audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrBqQLSKI/AAAAAAAAA88/2f5wBGsw_kk/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrBqQLSKI/AAAAAAAAA88/2f5wBGsw_kk/s400/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237712853289122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrBw9swnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/pKeicuYWOoo/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrBw9swnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/pKeicuYWOoo/s400/DSC00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237714654839410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first Prom together posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrB3Ovl-I/AAAAAAAAA9M/JYg5cjossUU/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyrB3Ovl-I/AAAAAAAAA9M/JYg5cjossUU/s400/DSC00462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223237716336941026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously she wasn't impressed with Fei's decision to not join her in the Amazing Hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHysJboHljI/AAAAAAAAA9c/mmvryi_shtw/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHysJboHljI/AAAAAAAAA9c/mmvryi_shtw/s400/DSC00710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238945877759538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHysJqTviRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/fUO6ikIA_gI/s1600-h/DSC01260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHysJqTviRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/fUO6ikIA_gI/s400/DSC01260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238949818829074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Lioness hair that she got bored with. She decided to straighten it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHysJQ3jGEI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3vmNIeFB2XM/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHysJQ3jGEI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3vmNIeFB2XM/s400/DSC01266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238942989686850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait for it, wait for it. I didn't want to miss the oppurtunity to pose with her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHysJseMKkI/AAAAAAAAA90/BMvQAKI6yWQ/s1600-h/DSC01272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHysJseMKkI/AAAAAAAAA90/BMvQAKI6yWQ/s400/DSC01272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238950399519298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To think her true colours wouldn't come out? Well here we are people. Her inner monster has gotten the best of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzBiaDg6I/AAAAAAAAA-c/bDuhDz8dP3U/s1600-h/n904170334_3245937_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzBiaDg6I/AAAAAAAAA-c/bDuhDz8dP3U/s400/n904170334_3245937_1253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246506840261538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If that didn't work. An old maid would also do. Mrs. Clacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzBYXwH1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/qt6qum-w_tQ/s1600-h/IMG_2980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzBYXwH1I/AAAAAAAAA-U/qt6qum-w_tQ/s400/IMG_2980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246504146247506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH1zqhJPA3I/AAAAAAAAA-s/sOfqAFipu1o/s1600-h/IMG_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH1zqhJPA3I/AAAAAAAAA-s/sOfqAFipu1o/s400/IMG_2954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223458317108446066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then, our second prom together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzA9PxetI/AAAAAAAAA-M/-WpRWujKsMk/s1600-h/IMG_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzA9PxetI/AAAAAAAAA-M/-WpRWujKsMk/s400/IMG_2978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246496865024722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzArcG3jI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ZVPqvKTjY9c/s1600-h/n904170334_3196604_8480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzArcG3jI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ZVPqvKTjY9c/s400/n904170334_3196604_8480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246492084919858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also loves clubbing alot too. Not to mention the time with our college teachers. Sigh! Yes Crazination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzAfr8H9I/AAAAAAAAA98/o1ltv2tYQqE/s1600-h/n904170334_3196598_6562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHyzAfr8H9I/AAAAAAAAA98/o1ltv2tYQqE/s400/n904170334_3196598_6562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246488930099154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Most importantly. It's her 19th birthday. I just wanted to take this oppurtunity to give a big shoutout. Happy Birthday darling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We've been through so much of shit isn't it? It's now time for you to leave to Sydney and have a good time there. We will all miss you. Won't we S? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Yuen Mun? Are you constipated or something? Or is your baby from Llyod is finally out?? HAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7132193092598348513?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7132193092598348513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7132193092598348513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/07/ms-davianche-my-friend.html' title='Ms. Davianche - My friend.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SH1zp4b-G9I/AAAAAAAAA-k/qNEx4ieSoLE/s72-c/n904170334_1707977_1296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-5975370850483681911</id><published>2008-07-06T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:03:05.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting. #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh4WE_LxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/5xgikvjf0K0/s1600-h/IMG_2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh4WE_LxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/5xgikvjf0K0/s400/IMG_2950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222172126051512082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the night went on, all of us seniors had the pleasure of taking tons and tons of pictures. This would be our last time seeing all of us together in a room with that much of spirit and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh4xEFLoI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Zf64B6x20bw/s1600-h/IMG_2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh4xEFLoI/AAAAAAAAA8M/Zf64B6x20bw/s400/IMG_2953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222172133295468162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh5P0A18I/AAAAAAAAA8U/mIFGK5YMwmk/s1600-h/IMG_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh5P0A18I/AAAAAAAAA8U/mIFGK5YMwmk/s400/IMG_2954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222172141549574082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh5k2DIpI/AAAAAAAAA8c/udVC3TtDtYU/s1600-h/IMG_2957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh5k2DIpI/AAAAAAAAA8c/udVC3TtDtYU/s400/IMG_2957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222172147195257490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will miss these times with the teachers and Friends. I will never forget how I even got involved in the play and then became part of something HUGE. That is something I will definitely remember for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh55NiioI/AAAAAAAAA8k/mtxIHBKf-CE/s1600-h/IMG_2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh55NiioI/AAAAAAAAA8k/mtxIHBKf-CE/s400/IMG_2959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222172152662493826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-5975370850483681911?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5975370850483681911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5975370850483681911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/07/everlasting-2.html' title='Everlasting. #2'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHjh4WE_LxI/AAAAAAAAA8E/5xgikvjf0K0/s72-c/IMG_2950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-3085533107447232571</id><published>2008-07-06T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T05:06:14.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting.</title><content type='html'>F.Y.I : I am a head turner... for reasons I am not aware of. *GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYsfU5JPI/AAAAAAAAA7c/37izxQwHkuY/s1600-h/IMG_2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYsfU5JPI/AAAAAAAAA7c/37izxQwHkuY/s400/IMG_2941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219839858213201138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a common hope that when you walk into that ballroom all set with your outfit for the night, heads would turn from every single direction to look at you. However, what happens when that doesn't happen, and when your only single hope of getting people's attention disappears at that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYs9sD-3I/AAAAAAAAA7k/sK0zbJQkVbY/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYs9sD-3I/AAAAAAAAA7k/sK0zbJQkVbY/s400/IMG_2945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219839866363444082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll tell you what we will do then, claw onto whoever that is within your range and show them how 'FIERCE' you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYtGoUHYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/u4nw4jGxHeo/s1600-h/IMG_2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYtGoUHYI/AAAAAAAAA7s/u4nw4jGxHeo/s400/IMG_2946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219839868763643266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pose in front of the camera to make our time shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYtaoXqCI/AAAAAAAAA70/UA8dXmCKgCM/s1600-h/IMG_2948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYtaoXqCI/AAAAAAAAA70/UA8dXmCKgCM/s400/IMG_2948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219839874132584482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Act surprised as if you've never seen a picture beeing taken before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYtifaYMI/AAAAAAAAA78/K259G15y2Hk/s1600-h/IMG_2952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYtifaYMI/AAAAAAAAA78/K259G15y2Hk/s400/IMG_2952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219839876242497730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUa2w14pI/AAAAAAAAA60/uuE2wSBlFt0/s1600-h/IMG_2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUa2w14pI/AAAAAAAAA60/uuE2wSBlFt0/s400/IMG_2933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835157220287122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stare intensively into the camera to tell how reluctant you are to pose for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUbYgZfKI/AAAAAAAAA68/MXfpiz94ALI/s1600-h/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUbYgZfKI/AAAAAAAAA68/MXfpiz94ALI/s400/IMG_2935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835166278122658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steal the limelight from your bestfriend and knocking him/her out from the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUbprU1jI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bkoawJz8lp4/s1600-h/IMG_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUbprU1jI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bkoawJz8lp4/s400/IMG_2938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835170887358002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheraton Subang, was not quite what I expected. But it was a night that I didn't want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;We got in at about an hour late. Just in time for some guy to go on and on and ON and ON and ON about one song he wanted to sing. It occurred to me that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all coming to prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what better way to hang out with friends in posh outfits while having nice food ready for the taking. Make fun of the Emcee of the night, take many pictures and also have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was the only thing keeping me alive all night. They had one of the most delicious serving of Caesar salad on the buffet menu, it was to die for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performances throughout the night was average-ish. Although, there was this dancing group that came out and turned quite a few heads during their performance. Other than that, I am not sure what I miss in the first hour of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUcP04FEI/AAAAAAAAA7M/XUH8R3POQcs/s1600-h/IMG_2934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUcP04FEI/AAAAAAAAA7M/XUH8R3POQcs/s400/IMG_2934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835181127963714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUcUkqq_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/T6NowkhGYjc/s1600-h/IMG_2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCUcUkqq_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/T6NowkhGYjc/s400/IMG_2939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219835182402153458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-3085533107447232571?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3085533107447232571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3085533107447232571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/07/everlasting.html' title='Everlasting.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SHCYsfU5JPI/AAAAAAAAA7c/37izxQwHkuY/s72-c/IMG_2941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-4934793856080201647</id><published>2008-06-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:57:57.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;People once told me that when I join this college course in Taylors college, it would be fun, laughters, crazination and also alot of hard work to be put in. However, when I walked out the class room door for the last time in my life for each of my classes, I also walked away with the knowledge the teachers taught me, the experience that has been given to me and most importantly the friendships that has been made throughout our term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often wake up in the morning thinking of the things we need to do throughout the day. We often try hard to fill every minute of our day with countless things we can never finish in a day or NOT, depending on how lazy you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;There are always some people who take advantage of the time that they have and invest them into things that will eventually benefit them. Me however, don't fall under that category of people all the time... Instead,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFplr4vEVYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/aJLI3eh1jRs/s1600-h/IMG_2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591323273352578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFplr4vEVYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/aJLI3eh1jRs/s400/IMG_2841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bug our friends sitting next to us and make her feel worthless and so shy that she doesn't want make her appearance any more relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591314640300274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFplrYkyaPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/MdmdXAgrFFo/s400/IMG_2840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Reminisce our time with people who share the same interest in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpltCUNIYI/AAAAAAAAA6c/EqgqUd8Atks/s1600-h/IMG_2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591343024906626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpltCUNIYI/AAAAAAAAA6c/EqgqUd8Atks/s400/IMG_2839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFplt39cM1I/AAAAAAAAA6k/TbjN7bN_xy8/s1600-h/IMG_2838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591357424939858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFplt39cM1I/AAAAAAAAA6k/TbjN7bN_xy8/s400/IMG_2838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spend time burning our brain cells by sending countless text messages to our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFplvLpNCqI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xqu0tq9f5fU/s1600-h/IMG_2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591379888638626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFplvLpNCqI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xqu0tq9f5fU/s400/IMG_2843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We want to show off to people as to how cool we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfMb2j97I/AAAAAAAAA5s/5POnp8rux9o/s1600-h/IMG_2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584185874446258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfMb2j97I/AAAAAAAAA5s/5POnp8rux9o/s400/IMG_2847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also, want to show tender, love and care towards the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfM5PeOiI/AAAAAAAAA50/I7NOrZtXSCE/s1600-h/IMG_2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584193763555874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfM5PeOiI/AAAAAAAAA50/I7NOrZtXSCE/s400/IMG_2846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfNd4FwHI/AAAAAAAAA58/Re4uAv9it6I/s1600-h/IMG_2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584203597594738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfNd4FwHI/AAAAAAAAA58/Re4uAv9it6I/s400/IMG_2845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we wouldn't want to miss out spending quality time with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfNtpEPeI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EMNPyFI3QiI/s1600-h/IMG_2842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584207829548514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfNtpEPeI/AAAAAAAAA6E/EMNPyFI3QiI/s400/IMG_2842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Annoy them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfMHTyGlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/3g3YUwZ261U/s1600-h/IMG_2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584180359862866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpfMHTyGlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/3g3YUwZ261U/s400/IMG_2858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM829DvqI/AAAAAAAAA48/hXUwBoBv4_4/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213564127062245026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM829DvqI/AAAAAAAAA48/hXUwBoBv4_4/s400/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also want to show the opposite sex who exactly is IN CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM9FaGg3I/AAAAAAAAA5E/CMICjWodKfc/s1600-h/IMG_2853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213564130942157682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM9FaGg3I/AAAAAAAAA5E/CMICjWodKfc/s400/IMG_2853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM9vkKdUI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Lo9ov-k8JJ4/s1600-h/IMG_2852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213564142258648386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM9vkKdUI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Lo9ov-k8JJ4/s400/IMG_2852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We make time to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM-SpVP_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/oIdoxm3u4bc/s1600-h/IMG_2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213564151675568114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM-SpVP_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/oIdoxm3u4bc/s400/IMG_2850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Discuss what we want to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM--MtuVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/53WgR9EbiRE/s1600-h/IMG_2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213564163366697298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFpM--MtuVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/53WgR9EbiRE/s400/IMG_2848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's what they've decided to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY6YxAqxI/AAAAAAAAA4U/RI6FNaBpQTc/s1600-h/IMG_2867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436541250087698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY6YxAqxI/AAAAAAAAA4U/RI6FNaBpQTc/s400/IMG_2867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY6oFhO6I/AAAAAAAAA4c/rDjWIwkCclc/s1600-h/IMG_2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436545362639778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY6oFhO6I/AAAAAAAAA4c/rDjWIwkCclc/s400/IMG_2869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stick our tongues our like little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY7LrE2QI/AAAAAAAAA4k/7kSdCZdEOiQ/s1600-h/IMG_2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436554915404034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY7LrE2QI/AAAAAAAAA4k/7kSdCZdEOiQ/s400/IMG_2864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY8_9Ge3I/AAAAAAAAA4s/ASi-twL5ig4/s1600-h/IMG_2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436586129521522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY8_9Ge3I/AAAAAAAAA4s/ASi-twL5ig4/s400/IMG_2865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also wouldn't want to miss out on other opportunities on making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaQNM6JINI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ppAEfLmAG_c/s1600-h/IMG_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212512175205720274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaQNM6JINI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ppAEfLmAG_c/s400/IMG_2875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indefinitely, we hope to break the cultural barrier between other people of different races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaQNyIcEmI/AAAAAAAAA3U/2X6yhhmw8I8/s1600-h/IMG_2863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212512185197793890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaQNyIcEmI/AAAAAAAAA3U/2X6yhhmw8I8/s400/IMG_2863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY9RWgiGI/AAAAAAAAA40/27skIbPPiEw/s1600-h/IMG_2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436590799489122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFnY9RWgiGI/AAAAAAAAA40/27skIbPPiEw/s400/IMG_2854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaQO5M4FFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/h87UiLflzAo/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212512204275323986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaQO5M4FFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/h87UiLflzAo/s400/IMG_2856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaQPmwxCHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/XnVhv0w79eM/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212512216505452658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaQPmwxCHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/XnVhv0w79eM/s400/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also show the opposite sex that men have the undesirable feeling of being effeminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJi1mtQ4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/Orjboe8Ebmo/s1600-h/IMG_2886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212504850325914498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJi1mtQ4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/Orjboe8Ebmo/s400/IMG_2886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We enjoy our time everyday after the class is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJjQ8J4NI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0n4TRZNgv34/s1600-h/IMG_2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212504857663627474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJjQ8J4NI/AAAAAAAAA2s/0n4TRZNgv34/s400/IMG_2885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJjkHxv0I/AAAAAAAAA20/FddQIxdcYEE/s1600-h/IMG_2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212504862812651330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJjkHxv0I/AAAAAAAAA20/FddQIxdcYEE/s400/IMG_2884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We make sure we smile big and cover the fear of going into the examination hall. Not knowing the specific scope of the syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJkCxChXI/AAAAAAAAA28/1DzrAeaA9fk/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212504871038780786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJkCxChXI/AAAAAAAAA28/1DzrAeaA9fk/s400/IMG_2880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also try not to forget to thank the people that has passed us the knowledge we posses now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' You're teaching the class as much as me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S: Thanks Le Lung, I almost forgot about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJkXBzlFI/AAAAAAAAA3E/puHrcChp-_s/s1600-h/IMG_2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212504876477813842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaJkXBzlFI/AAAAAAAAA3E/puHrcChp-_s/s400/IMG_2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaEZjFuRYI/AAAAAAAAA18/1COEO3qK9kw/s1600-h/IMG_2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499193178768770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaEZjFuRYI/AAAAAAAAA18/1COEO3qK9kw/s400/IMG_2832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We try to open our eyes and take a look into the world the other way around, but does it look better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaEaIDx4gI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4mTSfhpi0e8/s1600-h/IMG_2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499203102728706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaEaIDx4gI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4mTSfhpi0e8/s400/IMG_2836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hide ourselves in a facade that we display to others to show how strong and willful we are, BUT, are we really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaEakI6trI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8SVyTm4pzbo/s1600-h/IMG_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499210640471730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFaEakI6trI/AAAAAAAAA2M/8SVyTm4pzbo/s400/IMG_2837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, we put on a smile simply because we are told to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, we all individually need to explore our deepest strengths in this educational facility. Is it really just knowledge that we just expand in college? Or could it also be the experience that we take from this journey called life as a college student, that we can seriously look back at this and SMILE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the near future when we all have our carriers and lives, naturally we will miss the times we've had, not going out there (the society/the REAL world) to earn a living to fend for ourselves. Instead, we regret the things we did not get to do when we had the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;ONLY TIME WILL TELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-4934793856080201647?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4934793856080201647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4934793856080201647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/06/last.html' title='Last.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFplr4vEVYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/aJLI3eh1jRs/s72-c/IMG_2841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-4171064628197170172</id><published>2008-06-16T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:51:10.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Meme</title><content type='html'>So I've never really done a Tag before, so here it is. I found it in one of the blogs that I visit often and it really is SMART. (LIKE REALLY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-] Pick an artist: Alan Ritchson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[-] Using only song names, cleverly answer these questions... without repeating song names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Are you a male or female: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Better Man&lt;robbie&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Robbie Williams -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Describe your self: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here For the Party - Gretchen Wilson-&lt;gretchen&gt;&lt;gretchen&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Describe your day: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Better In Time - Leona Lewis-&lt;leona&gt;&lt;grahm&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Describe where you currently live: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Celebrate me Home (Shit is that even a describtion?)&lt;reuben&gt;&lt;reuben&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Rueben Studdard-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] If you could go anywhere, where would you go: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Boulevard of Broken Dreams - GreenDay-&lt;greenday&gt;&lt;greenday&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] Your best friend is: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; ( The song that person likes.) -Buckcherry-&lt;buckcherry&gt;&lt;buckcherry&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] Your favorite colour is: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Colours of the Wind -Vanessa Williams-&lt;vanessa&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] You know that: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me and You ( I'm Like a Lawyer ) - Fall Out Boy-&lt;fall&gt;&lt;fall&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] What's the weather like: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Damaged&lt;danity&gt;&lt;danity&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Danity Kane-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] If your life was a television show, what would it be called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That Thing You Do!&lt;the&gt;&lt;the&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-The Wonders-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] What is life to you: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take A Bow -Rihanna-&lt;rihanna&gt;&lt;rihanna&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] What is the best advice you have to give: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Please) Don't Stop the Music. -Rihanna-&lt;rihanna&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;rihanna&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Describe your ex: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When You're Gone ( Like you're never there?)&lt;avril&gt;&lt;avril&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Avril Lavinge-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Your current relationship status: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;leona&gt;&lt;leona&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; -Leona Lewis-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] What's your favorite hobby: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get Your Number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Mariah Carey-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] When you think of your friends: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hot As Ice -Britney Spears-&lt;britney&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;britney&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] What do your friends think of you: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fashionista -Jimmy James-&lt;jimmy&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;jimmy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] What does your current love interest think of you: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come To Bed -Gretchen Wilson-&lt;gretchen&gt;&lt;gretchen&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] You always travel with: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emotion-Mariah Carey-&lt;mariah&gt;&lt;mariah&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] The best way to end a long day: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One Sweet Day -Mariah Carey-&lt;mariah&gt;&lt;david&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] Your occupation is: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Boyfriend -Ashlee Simpson-&lt;ashlee&gt;&lt;ashlee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] When you grow up, you want: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hot Stuff -PCD-&lt;pcd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] What does your family think of you: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bite the Dust -PCD-&lt;pcd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pcd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] Your favorite food is: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chocolate -Kylie Minogue-&lt;kylie&gt;&lt;kylie&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;kylie&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] You want to be remembered as: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;One and Only -Mariah Carey-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S : I even included all the Artists, I never cheat. Thanks L.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;mariah&gt;&lt;mariah&gt;&lt;mariah&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-4171064628197170172?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4171064628197170172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4171064628197170172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/06/musical-meme.html' title='Musical Meme'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-4743257173540578365</id><published>2008-06-13T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:39:05.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAYTON M. HEINLEIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The date on the grave is shown as March 18, 1945 and the site at the Henri-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chapelle&lt;/span&gt; military cemetery is, if my memory serves, on a long rolling hilltop in the middle of farmland in Belgium about an hour from Brussels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212486392711853250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFZ4wdoltMI/AAAAAAAAA10/VKnOmbcKZPc/s400/Copy%2520of%2520C-02-33%2520Heinlein%25201(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;There's always this something when I look at that tombstone. I don't know what it is, but it almost feels like I spiritually know it and recognize it. It is of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; grandfather that I greatly respect and who I'd look up to blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is for you S.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-4743257173540578365?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/4743257173540578365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=4743257173540578365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4743257173540578365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4743257173540578365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/06/crayton-m-heinlein.html' title='CRAYTON M. HEINLEIN'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SFZ4wdoltMI/AAAAAAAAA10/VKnOmbcKZPc/s72-c/Copy%2520of%2520C-02-33%2520Heinlein%25201(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-1732982352678213989</id><published>2008-04-08T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T03:19:13.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I know that I have readers from all over the world reading my page. I promise I am going to work harder on this and make it more entertaining ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HALEY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; are you? I know that&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; you have been coming and reading my blog. But I would really like to know who you are. Actually, I would like to know all my readers. So whoever you guys are, I know ya'll are reading this. PLEASE, just give me a little FEEDBACK. When I hear some feedback, I'll keep going take it higher. So crank it up give it to me c'mon. Ok I completely immitated Miss Jackson. So yea, just let me know... I won't bite ( unless you want me to ) *grins. LMAO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently watched 'Make Me a Supermodel' and finished watching the whole of Season 1. After watching a few first episode of the season. I was blown away as to what the models needed to do in photoshoots. They were thrown into a photoshoot in freezing cold wheather with only very limited clothing. I've gotta say that they were all pretty fit and nobody complained about how cold it really was. Honestly it was so COLD that evern judge Tyson Beckford was wearing a thick leather jacket and covering almost all of his body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 14 aspiring models both male and female are chosen to go on this competition. Each week, they will be PUT through challenging sets for them to take gorgeous pictures, everybody will have to try their hardest to take the best pictures they can to prevent them from ending up in the BOTTOM 3. At the end of the week, during judging panel, all the models would be required to walk down the catwalk for the judges to see. Whoever that has the worst picture and walk for the week will be selected by the judges to be in the BOTTOM 3. America will then vote through the 'altell' phoneline or online on bravotv.com for the person that they consider to be most eligible to stay for another week. The model that doesn't get the sufficient amount of votes gets sent home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show is not that similar to America's Next Top Model, however the concept is the same. They tried very hard not to copy what the producers from ANTM did. The fact that they didn't have pictures for the models to take back with them each time when they were called to continue on in the competition. And that not all of them had to come out during the last panel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My personal favourite is Shannon, Holly and Aryn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187772449871545682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R_6rjqImxVI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4ru-PekwXkI/s400/Shannon_Pallay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187772441281611042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R_6rjKImxSI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XltjhkLSdzo/s400/Holly_Kiser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Holly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187772436986643730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R_6ri6ImxRI/AAAAAAAAA1E/q3xGEf8dcSE/s400/Aryn_Livingston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aryn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Guys, Perry, Ronnie and Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187772441281611058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R_6rjKImxTI/AAAAAAAAA1U/PFUYV8sOBHQ/s400/Perry_Ullman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187772445576578370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R_6rjaImxUI/AAAAAAAAA1c/6hFPHNSr3N4/s400/ronnie.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ronnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188204738329888098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/SAA0uKImxWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/7wHte-DguMM/s400/Ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-1732982352678213989?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1732982352678213989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1732982352678213989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/04/mystery.html' title='Mystery'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R_6rjqImxVI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4ru-PekwXkI/s72-c/Shannon_Pallay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-8725710322519608269</id><published>2008-04-01T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:15:00.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BareNaked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I know it's been long since I've updated and this is really my fault. Really! I mean I have been trying so hard and finally got a Laptop to work on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lately I have been caught up with work and it has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piling&lt;/span&gt; up into a big mountain and if I don't do anything about it now, it's not gonna do me any good because &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;PROCRASTINATION KILLS.&lt;/span&gt; Somehow I learned that the hard way. So forgive me if sometimes I leave for almost 3 or more weeks and not post anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time however, I noticed that my counter has been jumping as fast as fire spreading to anything it comes in contact with. I was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; as to the amount of readers I had for 1day. Believe it or not, I have more than 100 readers per day. I do feel like I now really owe it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; to update my blog and entertain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other day, I found out who's been really looking at my blog. TO my disbelieve, people of &lt;em&gt;AUTHORITY&lt;/em&gt; in my college have gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; of my blog address and have been reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know exactly what to do right now, because I can't randomly change my address or block other readers from reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKED, I feel completely bare because now not only my friends are reading this, but also other people who I have no knowledge about. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I JUST FEEL NAKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT CAN I DO???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-8725710322519608269?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8725710322519608269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8725710322519608269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/04/barenaked.html' title='BareNaked.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-923600904031520468</id><published>2008-03-12T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T04:04:31.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Semester Break is coming real soon and it's freaking me out as to how time flies like a mother! It seems to me like it was just yesterday that I came in for the March intake in college and now I am actually going to graduate in less than two months. Scared the hell out of me man. So many new people that I've met and only a few I will really cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly am still not happy with my results this semester.&lt;br /&gt;Eng 4U - Big improvement. I went from slightly the lowest in class to an 87 % average. My teacher's advice probably threw me off the dream land stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law4U - That's still my biggest worry the for the whole semester. It's the lowest mark I've ever got for a subject. Only 80% out of 100. GEez, in the name of all things that is HOLY! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mr. Easton Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s class is sometimes overly powerful and it kinda intimidates me a little bit. The issues we've discussed;I've realised a thing like woman's circumcision can be so complex and can be made up into a case that is arguable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts - Probably the most laid back teacher in ICPU. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mr. Anish Bhalla's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; class is probably the only class that I sorta look forward going into. He makes Accounts look like a piece of CAKE. I can understand it a hundread times more better than what I've learnt in high school for like 2 years. IMPOSSIBLE right? Honestly!! I'm not joking... 83% average. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-923600904031520468?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/923600904031520468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/923600904031520468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-far.html' title='So Far.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7983825143771361416</id><published>2008-02-27T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:43:26.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is E-C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Literally I am in the Web right now... I don't have a funtionable computer at home therefore, I won't be able to come online! ANYWAY, I have a little time now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miss. Chua, don't be ungrateful... you little &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nasty&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U6X6o4G4I/AAAAAAAAA0E/PZmdnRd7OD4/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171603929656990594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U6X6o4G4I/AAAAAAAAA0E/PZmdnRd7OD4/s400/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys have already know this by today right? It's Miss Chua's 19th Birthday! Last Saturday we went to her house to have a big party bash!OH MY GOD! There was no food left for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U6Yqo4G5I/AAAAAAAAA0M/zXp3yyUrl-M/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171603942541892498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U6Yqo4G5I/AAAAAAAAA0M/zXp3yyUrl-M/s400/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When she has time, she CAM whores! You see! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U6ZKo4G6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/TDqj88dPIf4/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171603951131827106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U6ZKo4G6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/TDqj88dPIf4/s400/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH GAWSP! Miss Chua... getting a little showy showy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U56Ko4GzI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7uOKtcmVG4A/s1600-h/933703278l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171603418555882290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U56Ko4GzI/AAAAAAAAAzc/7uOKtcmVG4A/s400/933703278l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Shades, she would not let me take them home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U56qo4G0I/AAAAAAAAAzk/xwGw29xb1-A/s1600-h/01112007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171603427145816898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U56qo4G0I/AAAAAAAAAzk/xwGw29xb1-A/s400/01112007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During my BIG Math Presentation, she took this oppurtunity to take this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U56qo4G1I/AAAAAAAAAzs/7YYSk932jOI/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171603427145816914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U56qo4G1I/AAAAAAAAAzs/7YYSk932jOI/s400/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at this here, her cam whore partner! I don't even know where in the name of lord the term 'CamWhore' ever came from? Who the heck started it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U566o4G2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/fLoxudgz9JU/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171603431440784226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U566o4G2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/fLoxudgz9JU/s400/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prom, We had FUN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U57ao4G3I/AAAAAAAAAz8/dtO4JvGatCw/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171603440030718834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U57ao4G3I/AAAAAAAAAz8/dtO4JvGatCw/s400/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her Other Camwhore PARTNER! ha ha ha ha ha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miss Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Happy 19th Birthday! I wouldn't forget to post this about you. Don't you worry! A big shoutout to you alright! See you TMR at Calvin's Party! Party after party we're going Damnit life should be good for you isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7983825143771361416?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7983825143771361416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7983825143771361416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-e-c.html' title='This is E-C'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U6X6o4G4I/AAAAAAAAA0E/PZmdnRd7OD4/s72-c/DSC00408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7487699209492128907</id><published>2008-02-18T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:17:01.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why are the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;closest things to me in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are disappearing one by one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171601756403538722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U4Zao4GyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/9NZ2onCY-q8/s400/33093968754376l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I blink and they are there for a minute, the next, they are NOT! Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171600313294527202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U3Fao4GuI/AAAAAAAAAy0/TY6YXByim4k/s400/33274503464503l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;Haven't I lost enough already? Haven't I Got nothing else? I have absalutely &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NO ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171600317589494514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U3Fqo4GvI/AAAAAAAAAy8/v4630ZAPagw/s400/505085584l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why GOD? What have I done to deserve this misery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171600321884461826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U3F6o4GwI/AAAAAAAAAzE/syC0BJoAE8Q/s400/DSC01329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I may be happy or cheerful now... but... in the long run? How will I face my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Inner Demons&lt;/span&gt; without the people that I care about most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7487699209492128907?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7487699209492128907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7487699209492128907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R8U4Zao4GyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/9NZ2onCY-q8/s72-c/33093968754376l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7844080469358801553</id><published>2008-02-08T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:35:35.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SubhaNINI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xyTWmiS4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/lOq0FJDARQo/s1600-h/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xyUWmiS5I/AAAAAAAAAyU/fuxhOjeKOqU/s1600-h/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164628566677277586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xyUWmiS5I/AAAAAAAAAyU/fuxhOjeKOqU/s400/DSC00600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS MY FRIEND &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUBHA&lt;/span&gt;, SHE'S BEEN HARRASSING ME NON-STOP CUZ I HAVEN'T BEEN BLOGGING ABOUT HER! LITTLE DOES SHE KNOW THAT I WAS GOING TO BLOG ABOUT HER FOR HER BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xyU2miS6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/nTxoS9tU9rc/s1600-h/DSC00971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164628575267212194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xyU2miS6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/nTxoS9tU9rc/s400/DSC00971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; THIS AH MOI TURNS 19 THIS YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xyVmmiS7I/AAAAAAAAAyk/0TRr5-HYhYs/s1600-h/DSC01276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164628588152114098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xyVmmiS7I/AAAAAAAAAyk/0TRr5-HYhYs/s400/DSC01276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE WOULD ALWAYS SAY SHE'LL COME AND PLAY CS WITH ME,BUT IN THE END DIDN'T!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xgk2miSzI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MMOrmIMon1s/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164609058935819058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xgk2miSzI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MMOrmIMon1s/s400/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE WOULD JUST SIT IN THE CLASSROOM AND THEN LAUGH AT OUT ENGLISH TEACHER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xglmmiS0I/AAAAAAAAAxs/-pA_muffMqs/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164609071820720962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xglmmiS0I/AAAAAAAAAxs/-pA_muffMqs/s400/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHE WOULD ALSO CAMWHORE LIKE WHAT YOU CAN SEE NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xgmmmiS1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/VNv4Ye0rdUg/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164609089000590162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xgmmmiS1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/VNv4Ye0rdUg/s400/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE WOULD GET ME INTO TROUBLE WITH OUR LECTURERS AND I WOULD GET EMBARASSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xgnWmiS2I/AAAAAAAAAx8/PSO1CvmIfQ8/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164609101885492066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xgnWmiS2I/AAAAAAAAAx8/PSO1CvmIfQ8/s400/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT TO MENTION, SHE AND I WOULD DRIVE TO OUR CLUB AND THEN EITHER EAT OR GO TO THE GYM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xgnmmiS3I/AAAAAAAAAyE/e7j85-Bpu-A/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164609106180459378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xgnmmiS3I/AAAAAAAAAyE/e7j85-Bpu-A/s400/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST IMPORTANTLY,SHE WOULD HAVE MY BACK AND COME TO RESCUE ME WHEN I NEED HELP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY DARLING!!! WITH LOADS OF LOVE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7844080469358801553?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7844080469358801553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7844080469358801553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/02/subhanini.html' title='SubhaNINI!'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6xyUWmiS5I/AAAAAAAAAyU/fuxhOjeKOqU/s72-c/DSC00600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-5623578640159103944</id><published>2008-02-04T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:32:14.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy - PhaMax.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6ien2miSuI/AAAAAAAAAw8/syFS8Tqa8NQ/s1600-h/DSC02721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163551380289506018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6ien2miSuI/AAAAAAAAAw8/syFS8Tqa8NQ/s400/DSC02721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see, I have to blog about these two people that I See everyday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6ieoWmiSvI/AAAAAAAAAxE/3OZ0yRY1zCM/s1600-h/DSC02722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163551388879440626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6ieoWmiSvI/AAAAAAAAAxE/3OZ0yRY1zCM/s400/DSC02722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fei Kay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6iepWmiSwI/AAAAAAAAAxM/QpJfR4rsB48/s1600-h/DSC02745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163551406059309826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6iepWmiSwI/AAAAAAAAAxM/QpJfR4rsB48/s400/DSC02745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Lang listening to her ipod, but who's hand is that grabbing the ipod? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6iep2miSxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/9KaXUa0LChE/s1600-h/DSC02763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163551414649244434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6iep2miSxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/9KaXUa0LChE/s400/DSC02763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Funny how the light makes me look so weird. Fei... looking cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The O.C?? Where? There!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6ieqGmiSyI/AAAAAAAAAxc/hyX-jZqibvM/s1600-h/DSC02766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163551418944211746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6ieqGmiSyI/AAAAAAAAAxc/hyX-jZqibvM/s400/DSC02766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVbWmiSpI/AAAAAAAAAwU/c2nAfcQIhgw/s1600-h/DSC02690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163330163703958162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVbWmiSpI/AAAAAAAAAwU/c2nAfcQIhgw/s400/DSC02690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVbmmiSqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/h6I8rKbwU9s/s1600-h/DSC02691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163330167998925474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVbmmiSqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/h6I8rKbwU9s/s400/DSC02691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweetie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVcWmiSrI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Zth2pc7OLnk/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163330180883827378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVcWmiSrI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Zth2pc7OLnk/s400/DSC02696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can feel the sexynes!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVdGmiSsI/AAAAAAAAAws/Xl1eoXXs0XI/s1600-h/DSC02709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163330193768729282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVdGmiSsI/AAAAAAAAAws/Xl1eoXXs0XI/s400/DSC02709.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group Act 1 . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVdWmiStI/AAAAAAAAAw0/tzNlTPh5Xec/s1600-h/DSC02712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163330198063696594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6fVdWmiStI/AAAAAAAAAw0/tzNlTPh5Xec/s400/DSC02712.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-5623578640159103944?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5623578640159103944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5623578640159103944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/02/easy-phamax.html' title='Easy - PhaMax.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R6ien2miSuI/AAAAAAAAAw8/syFS8Tqa8NQ/s72-c/DSC02721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-8564617488999515884</id><published>2008-02-01T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T05:28:08.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello .. Brian !! .. i want to be your invited guest writer .. hahaha .. this way i can help you update your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know .. you're eating oranges !! ... is it nice ? wahahaha .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy .... goodbyeee ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveee .. Lanaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-8564617488999515884?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8564617488999515884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8564617488999515884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7917121566257010075</id><published>2008-01-20T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:55:12.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Bored.</title><content type='html'>Basically, life has been so busy for me. I've not even taken time to update this site. One of the main reasons why I wasn't able to come back was because of the bloody internet connection at home. Something went busted in the Tmnet Modem that I couldn't come online to do anything. Let alone do my work and apply to Universities. At least I've got that part sorted out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason is that many people are coming up with blogs and competing with each other as to who's blog has the most visitors. I'm tired of that Race, want to claim fame so badly... be my guest. I even went to the extent of deleting my blog to get myself out of the competition. But then I read one blog that opened my eyes a little. Something someone said ' I Don't care about what people think of the blog that I am writing, I am just here to put my thoughts and share it with someone who cares. ' WOW I thought, that has some truth in it. I mean I can write whatever I want and whenever I want right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving Forward, We started classes in College again two weeks ago, it was very intimidating for me to meet my new teachers because they're all new teachers that I've never met. Walking into the first classroom I was supposed to be in made me think, this was really gonna be a very dull and boring class. It turned out to be was I expected. Really BORED out of my mind(the people I mean). The only two people who ever speaks in Class is either me or Abel. Out of 32 people in class. Now this is a really huge class for an Eng4U class. The rest of my classes are merely less than 15 people. I'm not complaining that there are too few people in class, the attention we get is far better than being in a class where all the students are screaming for the teacher's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not? I walked into my first Law class late. Thankfully, the teacher was so nice he just welcomed me into the class. For my english class, students that came in later than 10 minutes got a long lecture about how we would not me marked if we came in later than 10 minutes. This was Ms. Ramona Kaptyn. Kaptyn is french for Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat down for Law class, me lecturer introduced himself to us as Mr. Easton Hanna. I later on found out that he is so GOOD at roll playing and has an excellent impersonation of somebody who is from the Southern part of American, If he would've spoken to me like that in the first place, I honestly wouldn't have thought that he was a Canadian teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line of classes for me at least was accounts. Finally a class where I knew somebody before they needed to introduce themselves. Magdalene was in my accounts class WHOOHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7917121566257010075?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7917121566257010075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7917121566257010075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-bored.html' title='I Got Bored.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-9044996215370125636</id><published>2007-12-28T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:40:21.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Quote</title><content type='html'>Make new friends, but keep the old;&lt;br /&gt;Those are silver, these are gold.&lt;br /&gt;New-made friendships, like new wine,&lt;br /&gt;Age will mellow and refine.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships that have stood the test -&lt;br /&gt;Time and change - are surely best;&lt;br /&gt;Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray,&lt;br /&gt;Friendship never knows decay.&lt;br /&gt;For 'mid old friends, tried and true,&lt;br /&gt;Once more we our youth renew.&lt;br /&gt;But old friends, alas! may die,&lt;br /&gt;New friends must their place supply.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish friendship in your breast&lt;br /&gt;-New is good, but old is best;&lt;br /&gt;Make new friends, but keep the old;&lt;br /&gt;Those are silver, these are gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-9044996215370125636?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/9044996215370125636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/9044996215370125636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/12/friendship-quote.html' title='Friendship Quote'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-5680119609366210901</id><published>2007-12-25T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:24:33.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from KohSamui</title><content type='html'>Hey Everybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas! I hope everything is back there is great and fun this Christmas. We actually celebrate Christmas and it actually is a celebration I'd always look forward to. It's presents everywhere and cakes and red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Christmas Eve dinner at this place near the hotel and It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, I am not going to go to Penang, Langkawi or any of those Pathetic beach resorts anymore. KohSamui is the Damn place to be. The people here are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;SO SO SO SO SO SO HOT&lt;/span&gt;! It's like beyond anything I can Imagine. All I could do in the hotel and the streets of CHA Weng(it's this place near our hotel) is have my Jaws Drop everytime anybody walks pass us. Its either you see somebody with a hot body or half nekkid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-5680119609366210901?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/5680119609366210901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=5680119609366210901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5680119609366210901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5680119609366210901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-kohsamui.html' title='Merry Christmas from KohSamui'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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-5575577744599718728.post-24500787185576392</id><published>2007-12-21T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:08:18.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lin And I In Coventry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I told you guys we met up in Coventry which was really nice cuz we promised each other so many times that we'd gotta meet somewhere in England and there we were in Cov. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha ha... It was such a funny story, Lin waited for me in the city centre for a while and decided to go back to Warwick University again. Then I called her up on the way to the city centre and she was on the bus already.. too late, I had to walk around the city centre all by my lonesome self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to my first Chinese restaurant in Coventry. The Noodle bar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146704565092498178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2zEiJY4OwI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Mb-Sf3xKkh4/s400/DSC01097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were walking back to the hotel where I was suppose to be picked up. It was not that cold that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146704569387465490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2zEiZY4OxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/BPhrRs8wTq8/s400/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Noodle bar waitress wasn't all that nice to us, boo hoo... But we got Lin's Friend to take a picture for us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146704577977400114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2zEi5Y4OzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9TZm6HKdHEA/s400/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coventry's National Express station. Right opposite the hotel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146704569387465506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2zEiZY4OyI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6MM0OyS04kU/s400/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is us, one last shot walking back to the Britannia Hotel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-24500787185576392?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/24500787185576392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/24500787185576392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/12/lin-and-i-in-coventry.html' title='Lin And I In Coventry'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2zEiJY4OwI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Mb-Sf3xKkh4/s72-c/DSC01097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7248230593880657696</id><published>2007-12-14T12:32:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:03:25.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This time in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;, I met someone that caught my attention as soon as we met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I sort of instantly fell in love with that person. Just by the way we talked and had amazing chemistry with. It's great to talk to somebody like that. Had the humour, the laugh and the amazing lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've decided that I was going to spend the rest of my life with somebody exactly like that. Simple, funny and that amazingly &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;beautiful smile.&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/5575577744599718728-7248230593880657696?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7248230593880657696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7248230593880657696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-397499592509073598</id><published>2007-12-14T12:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:12:12.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Aloud + The X Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2ZoVJY4OtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/VuFdL5XaZLQ/s1600-h/Girls%20Aloud%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144914336824179410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2ZoVJY4OtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/VuFdL5XaZLQ/s400/Girls%2520Aloud%2520web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing brit's hottest Girls band now - GIRLS ALOUD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY are hot and the lattest craze all over &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I heard them on an interview on TV, they're SOOOO funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2ZoVZY4OuI/AAAAAAAAAvE/UADd2sdzHl0/s1600-h/girls_aloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144914341119146722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2ZoVZY4OuI/AAAAAAAAAvE/UADd2sdzHl0/s400/girls_aloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2ZoVZY4OvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Wy2tvp_qssQ/s1600-h/girlsaloudgreatesthits_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144914341119146738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2ZoVZY4OvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Wy2tvp_qssQ/s400/girlsaloudgreatesthits_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;From Left - Cheryl, Nicola, Kimberly, Nadine, Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their Latest Album which includes their hottest single - Tangle Up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leon Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uk's Newest X-Factor Winner 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leon won the 2007 X-factor Crown beating out the brother and sister act. I thought they weren't pretty shabby myself really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the best to Leon anyway. He's only 18, christ, that sounds really like MY AGE- DUH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's predicting to take the No.1 Christmas Single with Whitney Housten and Mariah Carey's- When you Believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHat is it with X-factor Winners and No.1 Christmas Single??? True Enough, he got that NO.1 SPOT. Beating out Katie Mulia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big buzz is Leon now in the Uk, but Leona from last year is only buzzing in M'sia now...Sad case!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147949560147491666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R3Ew2ZY4O1I/AAAAAAAAAv8/9LJK8hC_-4s/s400/_44303458_leon_getty416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147958446434827122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R3E47pY4O3I/AAAAAAAAAwM/fqVSBvKG7tg/s400/_44309183_leon_203longpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-397499592509073598?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/397499592509073598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/397499592509073598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/12/girls-aloud-x-factor.html' title='Girls Aloud + The X Factor'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R2ZoVJY4OtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/VuFdL5XaZLQ/s72-c/Girls%2520Aloud%2520web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-3753941909768304080</id><published>2007-12-08T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:09:09.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAFE - ENGLAND</title><content type='html'>I'm Still Alive everybody. I'm Sorry I couldn't come online for all this time because I wasn't able to get hold of a Laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed in Heathrow Airport at half 5 in the morning. It was well dark and cold. Everybody in the plane was wide awake because we were served breakfast. Guess what was for breakfast? Omelette with hash browns. Suprised? I think not. We wanted to get out of the airport as soon as possible. It was crowded and busy. Customs were easy for the both of us(at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajay Uncle drove us back to Loughborough in the morning and it was pouring rain. Cold + Wet = Not Nice at ALL. Anyway we got there about 9 in the morning. The house made us feel so much warmer and dryer. (Obviously) quote- Nilesh. After that, we wasted no time going into town to buy everything we needed for Breakfast. Sausages, Waffles, Beacon + Eggs. It was well good, smell of Beacon was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days in Loughborough, I'm back in Good OL' Cov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining here and it's been very wet. I hope everything is going to be fine for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celina, Sorry I couldn't come online and tell you that I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lana, I hope you've got to Korea alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MaRx, I checked my results. I did well, but not as good as you. That is just for International Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag, We'll have fun when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back for more posts. I met up with Yih Lin in Cov yesterday which was very good. It was so good to finally meet her here. After such a long time planning to meet up. I will post the pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ya'll&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-3753941909768304080?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3753941909768304080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3753941909768304080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/12/safe-england.html' title='SAFE - ENGLAND'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-8368758645921837925</id><published>2007-11-13T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:29:13.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear Zouk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R1LN_Y3vp6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/bBg6hnoXbnY/s1600-R/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139396613674870690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R1LN_Y3vp6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/5y0PidRBoyg/s400/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RznILk5IL_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/RDXOY8XC5jM/s1600-h/NEW1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132353351572795378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RznILk5IL_I/AAAAAAAAAuE/RDXOY8XC5jM/s400/NEW1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Happen quite some time ago, but the pictures never really came out! That really sucked.Anyway they're here now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RznIL05IMAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UgCD2w20_T4/s1600-h/FOUR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132353355867762690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RznIL05IMAI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UgCD2w20_T4/s400/FOUR.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were at Zouk cheering for FIMY. It was lots of fun although we were there late and we weren't allowed to enter again after we came out. Stupid really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139396622264805298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R1LN_43vp7I/AAAAAAAAAus/CwJOaw5dLh4/s400/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139396605084936082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R1LN-43vp5I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Asi7cz6hjVo/s400/DSC00899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then after we decided to roam KLCC for the night. In the middle of the night could you believe that? I haven't really seen the lights at KLCC at night although I've been in KL for long! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139396600789968770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R1LN-o3vp4I/AAAAAAAAAuU/_J4d0rjnLIg/s400/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jessica, we'll be meeting in Belgium won't we? SO we'll definitely have fun there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-8368758645921837925?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8368758645921837925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8368758645921837925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/11/wear-zouk.html' title='Wear Zouk'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/R1LN_Y3vp6I/AAAAAAAAAuk/5y0PidRBoyg/s72-c/DSC00898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-1152588570696995975</id><published>2007-11-09T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T02:47:36.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Home To Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something in your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Makes me want to lose myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to lose myself In your arms&lt;br /&gt;There's something in your voice&lt;br /&gt;Makes my heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hope this feeling lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how lonely my life has been&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've felt so low&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how I wanted someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;And change my life the way you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels like home to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels like home to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;Feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A window breaks down a long dark street&lt;br /&gt;And a siren wails in the night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me&lt;br /&gt;And I can almost see through the dark there's light&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how much this moment means to me&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've waited for your touch&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how happy you are making me&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought I'd love anyone so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-1152588570696995975?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1152588570696995975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1152588570696995975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/11/feels-like-home-to-me.html' title='Feels Like Home To Me.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-8593852511083853135</id><published>2007-11-09T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:56:46.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irynne Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know you're out there, reading! So I decided to just make this post about you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Among all the cousins I have, I think none of them understands, knows me better than you do. Also, you're the closest cousin of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember when I was still young a naive, around 12-16 I think. You used to take me out and have dinners and lunch while 'They' were not at home. How we would have endless conversations about life and work and school. We would also spend a lot of time in yr apartment and I still remember the breeze that would pass through the living hall and it would make it so cool and nice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also have to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;. So many times where I've met with trouble or trouble seem to find me, you would be there for support. Telling me what to do or what to say. I have never doubt that you are a great listener. You would bring me out for movies and also to road rides, none of them ever was a bore. Nothing but FuN and Excitement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although we don't spend that much of time now, Promise we'll do it sometime in the future. Love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130776935366406114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RzQucE5IL-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/0eLPttoI-z8/s400/New.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130776385610592194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RzQt8E5IL8I/AAAAAAAAAts/mUpTKrStdRA/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&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/5575577744599718728-8593852511083853135?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8593852511083853135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8593852511083853135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/11/irynne-lee.html' title='Irynne Lee'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RzQucE5IL-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/0eLPttoI-z8/s72-c/New.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-1163867404395005933</id><published>2007-11-05T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:19:03.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partay - Halloween - CS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_OHapZvEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pDhGw8vkK8s/s1600-h/DSC00902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129545127405665346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_OHapZvEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pDhGw8vkK8s/s400/DSC00902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry8vEKpZu4I/AAAAAAAAAr0/CtKt9Ln8M2g/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought Xue Min to the cafe because it was so long since we played. That little devil is improving by the day. Her skills of shooting behind people's back is good huh? Damn skills that kills ha ha ha ha ha... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129544277002140658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_NV6pZu_I/AAAAAAAAAss/IABZAI6laLQ/s400/DSC00918.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We were just trying our for a picuture after our Psychology Class together. Mr.Adnan thought we were mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129544277002140674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_NV6pZvAI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2D_JX6a33AY/s400/DSC00921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, One shot at Coleen trying very hard to concentrate on killing me and Jessica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129544281297107986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_NWKpZvBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/zR2AspZwp0M/s400/DSC00924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry8uRKpZu0I/AAAAAAAAArU/axec9YwsE1M/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Feiesha was going to go on stage that night for the halloween partay, we decided to join him and just to keep him company. Haawwt Feiesha... things you do onstage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129544281297108002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_NWKpZvCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/jKUgvR-pGR0/s400/DSC00925.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nunu, posing with Feiesha before the whole soiree started. She 'He' looks very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129544281297108018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_NWKpZvDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/dcAk-DvH0Zw/s400/DSC00926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOhhh Dress Up, Getting ready for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129543306339531682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_MdapZu6I/AAAAAAAAAsE/tQpX8ugPrVE/s400/DSC00933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129543310634498994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_MdqpZu7I/AAAAAAAAAsM/kR2hqL7jZvQ/s400/DSC00934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129543310634499010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_MdqpZu8I/AAAAAAAAAsU/u7N3pBT_MNk/s400/DSC00935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;International Superstar/Singer/Math Expert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129543310634499026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_MdqpZu9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/OZFGqRChUtE/s400/DSC00936.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Feiesha and Hann, trying out for some of the shots. Actually I don't really know what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129543314929466338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_Md6pZu-I/AAAAAAAAAsk/_T35O72jFOg/s400/DSC00937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; FEIESHA and NUNU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-1163867404395005933?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1163867404395005933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1163867404395005933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/11/partay-halloween-cs.html' title='Partay - Halloween - CS'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry_OHapZvEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/pDhGw8vkK8s/s72-c/DSC00902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-155293631573756576</id><published>2007-11-04T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T03:51:37.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of the Titans</title><content type='html'>Roger Fedz will be playing Pete Sampras on the 22nd of November in KL. Unbelievable how this could be the event of the century because the Good Ol' legend Pete hasn't played Roger in any big tournaments let alone in Malaysia. Christ and I've got tickets! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129317730362178194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry7_TKpZupI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ypFwVeAELA0/s400/roger-federer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Versus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129317730362178210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry7_TKpZuqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/aXGHpzmJR9E/s400/p1_sampras_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is killing me right not is the fact that my FINAL PSYCHOLOGY paper is on the 23rd of November which dammmnit makes me have to study the day before the whole match. Thank the LAWD, the paper is at 3 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, second seed Rafael Nadal would be playing Richard Gasquet on the 2oth of November. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129317734657145522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry7_TapZurI/AAAAAAAAAqM/y2m8WhrwDK8/s400/nadal_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Versus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129317721772243586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry7_SqpZuoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ISPftXa_PfI/s400/RogersCup-20060812-0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just to prove to ya'll that I am indeed going to see them, I took them pictures of the tickets that we bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129321539998169810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry8Cw6pZutI/AAAAAAAAAqc/FRxO8FZAMpI/s400/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129321535703202498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry8CwqpZusI/AAAAAAAAAqU/MLlyqI6tpMY/s400/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-155293631573756576?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/155293631573756576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/155293631573756576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/11/clash-of-titans.html' title='Clash of the Titans'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ry7_TKpZupI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ypFwVeAELA0/s72-c/roger-federer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-5667600119691925806</id><published>2007-10-15T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T07:35:36.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top Model - Cycle 8 - Jaslene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Winner - Jasalene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blew me away with so many pictures that she has taken is the past and now her win really was meant for her. After not making it even in the house in Cycle 7, she's back in on Cycle 8 and actually won the damn PRIZE! Salutes to this 20 year old Latina.&lt;br /&gt;Her win includes : A contract with Elite Model Management/A six page spread in Seventeen Magazine and also a $100,000 contract with Covergirl Cosmetics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122126212441315730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVyputIGZI/AAAAAAAAAps/lOIxGx0iFfQ/s400/jaslene-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxsOtIGWI/AAAAAAAAApU/8OvgdOlbFjs/s1600-h/jaslene-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122125155879360866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxsOtIGWI/AAAAAAAAApU/8OvgdOlbFjs/s400/jaslene-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week's photoshoot, the girls had to take 2 different shoots with two very different concept. One photo was for a fashion magazine which means the girls have to be SEXY, not SLEEZY. For the second photo, the girls had to pose for a Men's Magazine. Which also means that they have to fully show their sex appeal in their pictures. Jasalene just did a fantastic job on this one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxuutIGXI/AAAAAAAAApc/xRWGnwZ4MBQ/s1600-h/jaslene-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122125198829033842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxuutIGXI/AAAAAAAAApc/xRWGnwZ4MBQ/s400/jaslene-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Week 2 of Cycle 8- The girls had to shoot a high school STEREOTYPE. Jasalene's stereotype was the high school WEIRDO. Again she did the best in this week's shoot and her name got called 1st again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxwetIGYI/AAAAAAAAApk/r4A4FTXrMX0/s1600-h/jaslene-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122125228893804930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxwetIGYI/AAAAAAAAApk/r4A4FTXrMX0/s400/jaslene-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week's photo shoot, the girls were to be dead and killed by one of their fellow models, Jasalene again did and amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxTutIGRI/AAAAAAAAAos/vY4Cigpwm4k/s1600-h/jaslene-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122124734972565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxTutIGRI/AAAAAAAAAos/vY4Cigpwm4k/s400/jaslene-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxTutIGSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/RyQpRf0dcME/s1600-h/jaslene-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Runner Up- Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Natasha from Russia, that rhymes. Originally from Russia and still has the native accent with her that makes her sound really foreign, considering English is her second language. The mother of one cute little baby girl to an American man is living the American Dream as she has called herself and American. She says she isn't afraid of what the girls were talking about her behind her back because she likes to be the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxUOtIGTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/yGgN_ELdr7Q/s1600-h/natasha-before-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122124743562500402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxUOtIGTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/yGgN_ELdr7Q/s400/natasha-before-after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natasha's Makeover was the most drastic one in my opinion because she first had a hair cut and the she also dyed it Black. So it probably made her look really reallly different. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxUetIGUI/AAAAAAAAApE/maz2xT1hxos/s1600-h/natasha-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122124747857467714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxUetIGUI/AAAAAAAAApE/maz2xT1hxos/s400/natasha-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxU-tIGVI/AAAAAAAAApM/afaVFgxQhg0/s1600-h/renee-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122124756447402322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVxU-tIGVI/AAAAAAAAApM/afaVFgxQhg0/s400/renee-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natasha blew everybody in this shoot by impressing them with her wit and attitude in this shoot. She improvised wisely trying to bring out the 'HOMIE' in her. By putting a chocolate foil wrapper foil over her tooth, it really made her look like a 'Brotha'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp-etIGMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/9xBnBT4_Qe0/s1600-h/natasha-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122116673318951106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp-etIGMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/9xBnBT4_Qe0/s400/natasha-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the Men's Magazine shoot for Natasha. Her exotic looks just makes her oooze SEX appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd Runner Up- Renee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking that her life was over after giving birth to a son, Renee picked herself up and joined the audition for America's Next top Model Cycle 8. Making it into the house made Renee feel like she was gonna win the title of ANTM. But... because of the way she looks in pictures, although stunning. She still has that look that has been seen by the judges before and they think that she photographs very old. But still, the stunning mom made it through all the weeks into the top3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp_etIGNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/2Exq6Vt-KJY/s1600-h/renee-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122116690498820306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp_etIGNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/2Exq6Vt-KJY/s400/renee-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp_utIGOI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hbUWDxUPL0w/s1600-h/renee-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122116694793787618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp_utIGOI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hbUWDxUPL0w/s400/renee-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls had a very special suprise visit from Models of the past Cycle of America's Next Top Model, because the all had to immitate scenes from the last seasons. Renee had to immitate Joanie's visit to the dentist where she had to have her tooth pulled out. OUCHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp_utIGPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/nDfmoYd95YE/s1600-h/renee-f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122116694793787634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp_utIGPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/nDfmoYd95YE/s400/renee-f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I mentioned before, the shoot that was shot for the Fashion Magazine was something like this picture above. The photographer of the day was Miss Tyra herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp_-tIGQI/AAAAAAAAAok/UWcyLFAxiu8/s1600-h/renee-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122116699088754946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVp_-tIGQI/AAAAAAAAAok/UWcyLFAxiu8/s400/renee-m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo, blew me away when I saw it at first. Renee just looks very into the shoot and her body looks immaculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-5667600119691925806?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5667600119691925806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5667600119691925806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/10/americas-next-top-model-cycle-8-jaslene.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top Model - Cycle 8 - Jaslene.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxVyputIGZI/AAAAAAAAAps/lOIxGx0iFfQ/s72-c/jaslene-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7463623045663083596</id><published>2007-10-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:39:37.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie.</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, My girl Maggie's Birthday. So she told us her plan to go to 'Mardi Gras' it's pronounced (Mar-di Gra). Weird how everybody is saying "ooohhh mardi grass, mardi grass." Anyway, it was time for our girl Mag to get drunk, but I have to say, we weren't there long enough to make sure that she was drunk. Here are a few pix that we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121512740787591202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxNEs-tIGCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Xsdmt-bhpsM/s400/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Hours before we went To 'MD' I got a call from who else, Yes, Mr. Yeng HAI himself. Nick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Going in to Mardi Gras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Who're you with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Lana, why? How did you know that I was going to Mardi Gras???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Just now, that Marx called me and told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, if it isn't for good ol'Marx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxNEtOtIGDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rQeHGzlHkvk/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121512745082558514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxNEtOtIGDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rQeHGzlHkvk/s400/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were merely sitting a couch away from each other. He brought in a whole bunch of 20 of his mates. Thats Nick for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121512766557395010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxNEuetIGEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yFf1p-jP9pI/s400/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and GLory messed around with smokes that night. HEe hee. Yes people, I've started the bad habit. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxNEuutIGFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7d8MiOBeLHU/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121512770852362322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxNEuutIGFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7d8MiOBeLHU/s400/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We haven't had one like this in a long time Glory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxNEv-tIGGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iog9pfXRAm8/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121512792327198818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxNEv-tIGGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/iog9pfXRAm8/s400/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOOhhh, if it isn't Miss I.want.to.be.in.the.picture.too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mag, I'm still waiting for yr pictures to show up. Waiting for you to come online and gimme gimme yr pictures. Hurry Up already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7463623045663083596?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7463623045663083596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7463623045663083596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/10/maggie.html' title='Maggie.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RxNEs-tIGCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Xsdmt-bhpsM/s72-c/DSC00778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-3853620567725826704</id><published>2007-10-13T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:06:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend in Me</title><content type='html'>So I picked up the phone that was ringing and answered it with enthusiasm. I heard a very familiar voice and it hit me that it was my friend that I haven't spoken to in ages. We exchanged information on what's been happening with our lives and came to a conclusion as to how distant we became. In high school, I was this dork that did everything to make my friends happy, as it turned out, it is the very opposite of what I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting the phone down, I reflected a lot on the past and the present. I thought of how many promises that we made as friends we never really kept. How many precious moments I would always cherish and keep. How many times we spent so long hours on the phone talking about stuff. I realised I missed all of that times I've spent with my high school mates. Nothing I do can turn back time and make everything go back to the way they were. I was sadden by this, all of a sudden, I felt lonely. I felt like the world was at such a big capasity but I could only reach out to myself because no one would be there for me. It was something I didn;t think that might happen. I felt this rush of cold wind blow against me, gave me goose bums it did. I saw that no matter what happens, you can never fully trust and befriend someone that doesn't want to befriend you. It shocked me as to how I have changed into a person that could live without any close companionship with anybody. I felt so lost... never would I thought that one day I would want to turn to somebody and find out that the only person there, is me, myself and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-3853620567725826704?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3853620567725826704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3853620567725826704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/10/friend-in-me.html' title='A Friend in Me'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-6988968129402742717</id><published>2007-09-18T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:54:56.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting - Awana - Fun - Vodka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Holidays Started so we decided to go and have ourselves a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Genting trip&lt;/span&gt;. The whole plan was going down well as planned, Raymond was gonna give us a ride in his car with Subha, Mellisa, Lana and Me. That would make perfect space for all of us. Marx and Catherine decided to go by themselves because they wanted to have their own alone time by themselves sucking onto each other. However there was a little complication with the transport as to who was going to drive up and who wasn't. I ended up following Marx and Cat in their car listening to them ridicule and make fun of me. Lana's dad was a little paranoid and sent her up by himself. Magdalene had a lunch appointment and had to leave KL later in the afternoon. Subha's granddad was not feeling well and had to be admitted to the hospital. So she couldn't make it with us *SOB*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end, it was Mellisa and Fanny in Raymond's car and the others got there by ourselves. Raymond and that lot got there way early and that lead to Celina calling me up and complaining that I was going to get there late with Marx and Cat. I honestly felt really dumb following the both of them up to the resort. I was being the joke of the year with them making fun of me and being very obnoxious. Thanks to the driver - Anuar, he drove us up as fast as possible and it made me feel like the whole car ride was approximately 20 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got down from the car and the weather was fantastic. The cold breeze blew on our faces and made my pores tighten and goose bums growing. The first thing that Celina and her mom and relatives was doing was playing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;badminton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Jesus Christ, I was in my &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;jeans + belt and t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;. Celina's mumsie asked me to just play in whatever attire that I had. I thought what the heck, if I was going to play, I might as well just play in whatever I was wearing. I was sweating my whole body in those jeans and t-shirt. Jesus, I never thought I would be so rusty after 3 months of not playing. My form was really not at all in place. I couldn't aim it properly anymore, couldn't estimate how far the shuttle cock will go. Sigh, it was taking it's toll on my body. I had to change after that, just needed to be in my shorts and sweat shirt. Anyway, we got trashed so badly by Celina's aunts and uncle it was not true. It was embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a quick shower and a change, we took the cable car up to Genting Highlands. By this time, Lana had already driven up with her parents and the temperature started to rise and it made all of us feel like we're in KL again. dammnit.The cable car ride was short and quick, but the wait for the cable car however lasted forever. It was really lucky of us that we had our ipod's and we were all talking and laughing. That made up for lost time. Marx and Cat were already up there waiting for us because they didn't want to waste any time in their room getting &lt;strong&gt;haarruummphhh&lt;/strong&gt;! We went into the the indoor theme park and played loads. Although it was a complete rip off. The prices we had to pay was ridiculous. 25 ringgit for a freaking Haunted House/Van Helsing showroom. That was completely a big let down. Oh, we recorded a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sound clip&lt;/span&gt; footage of our adventure in the house. So I'm not sure whether I'd be able to put it on the computer, but I'll definitely try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before we went into some more action in the ghost houses, we went into Marx and Cat's Love nest for a visit. Yes, our first shot was of them in the bed and mind you, it was just after like a few hours and both the beds were already a MESS. You know what? There was two huge queen beds and lemme give you a hint. They didn't sleep in separate beds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Into Marx and Cat's room we were and making fun of what they were gonna do when the lights are out or dimmed. MaG and Celina were telling them to use the shower curtains for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;extra &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;protection. You guys know how ROUGH marx can be. Ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112621363915921234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOuCutIF1I/AAAAAAAAAlM/E_k4oMefb1Y/s400/P9160160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112621368210888546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOuC-tIF2I/AAAAAAAAAlU/KLeK1DLmZ6I/s400/P9160161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were trying our best not to accidentally touch or go near any of that man juice or woman juice or whatever it is... ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112621372505855858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOuDOtIF3I/AAAAAAAAAlc/jFCAtJV3hPk/s400/P9160162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor Raymond was so tired the night before, he was playing poker from 8 at night till 6 in the early morning! Jesus! He didn't even get any sleep. So he had to get his energy from the MC Donald ice-cream. Mellisa fixing her camera, trying to get a shot of Raymond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112621376800823170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOuDetIF4I/AAAAAAAAAlk/4UAKCFqPYsI/s400/P9160165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you thought the camwhoring session didn't begin? Think again!Mel and Mag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112621381095790482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOuDutIF5I/AAAAAAAAAls/bFHvGf3ohRo/s400/P9160168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe me, this is not the end. This is just at Marx's Bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112613894967793458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOnP-tIFzI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9Pb-URSP2WQ/s400/P9160172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, we're about to enter this Van Helsing thingy/ Haunted House. The ride was so slow and we couldn't help it but take advantage of those few seconds to take pictures. It's actually in the ride. We're in this huge elevator that takes us up into the House. It was dead boring. Good laugh though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112613890672826146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOnPutIFyI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vaEJP6p6kR8/s400/P9160170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AWWWw, they all look so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112613886377858834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOnPetIFxI/AAAAAAAAAks/PNrTuUuGos8/s400/P9160177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112603552686544610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOd1-tIFuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XHp-YkvnAQI/s400/P9160179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112603556981511922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOd2OtIFvI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6gfvBOanFds/s400/P9160178.JPG" border="0" /&gt; OOPppsie, Mellisa, How did you get up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112613899262760770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOnQOtIF0I/AAAAAAAAAlE/i-Z-8kQsbQU/s400/P9160180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following pictures may be some material that you would think that never happens, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, you might think why am I telling you not to try this at home. But wait till you scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112557205694453154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNzsOtIFaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/mC0TsnlnSXc/s400/P9160207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112600988591068834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvObgutIFqI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lgjQA26KqbE/s400/P9160187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can see that Celina was already getting into it, getting ready to jump of the floor and up to GENTING! HA HA HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112600992886036146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvObg-tIFrI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-5J55XxNXXw/s400/CIMG2293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maggie gurl, what are you doing? REady OK? Go Team go. I can see you've got the spirit, but girl..this aint kick boxing!Definitely ain't Maisons either. here we go again with the &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;belly flashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112601005770938066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvObhutIFtI/AAAAAAAAAkM/HyzwFJ3u6js/s400/CIMG2283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well alright, everyone was doing it, I just wanted to join in with the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594636334438018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOVu-tIFoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/8R61fJD3NgY/s400/CIMG2281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys, they were asking me to do a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;toe touch&lt;/span&gt; in the air while Raymond take a picture. So here it is. This is what it really looks like. It was not &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EASY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112581412130133506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOJtOtIFgI/AAAAAAAAAik/1LsWOfl3tx8/s400/CIMG2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture. Yes Mag is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*flashing*&lt;/span&gt; herself. It was intentional trust me. She kept lifting her shirt up so that the camera would catch her sexay belly button. Celina however. WWOOOHOOH go girl &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;be-aggressive be-be-aggressive&lt;/span&gt;! Lana, what in god's name are you doin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112581420720068114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOJtutIFhI/AAAAAAAAAis/McvWrlRhNMM/s400/CIMG2279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Told you she really wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jump &lt;/span&gt;to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112581425015035426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOJt-tIFiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/4VSVTX6Q3lY/s400/CIMG2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was actually the beginning of the madness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112690877961607106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvPtQ-tIF8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/RF3rRxdbQN4/s400/CIMG2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Raymond decided to stop clicking and start jumping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112690865076705186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvPtQOtIF6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/WfAfCZ3fEZ8/s400/CIMG2297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OOoh this one, Marx looks like he's doing a star jump and Celina looks like she's high on drugs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112690873666639794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvPtQutIF7I/AAAAAAAAAl8/SjVUEah1mbM/s400/CIMG2296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, I totally SUCK at this one. Everybody had like amazing HOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112581407835166194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOJs-tIFfI/AAAAAAAAAic/QYJzpcHDXiU/s400/CIMG2290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We definitely couldn't leave out the couple. They had to do one together and that was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112565907298194866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvN7mutIFbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fQh8hePpss0/s400/P9160191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why kids we don't do this at home. Look at what happen to Celina's Leg. That poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112565915888129490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvN7nOtIFdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5uK6mria6Sk/s400/P9160202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the director of this photo shoot either should be &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;shot&lt;/span&gt;! Or The models should be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt;. We were suppose to whack Magdalene up and guess what... yup you can all see that, she's very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GLAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be beaten up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112565920183096802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvN7netIFeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/qxrFCNjYtng/s400/P9160203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, I know what ya'll are thinking now. This is how it went down, we were gonna do what we did with Magdale, how the heck did we know that there are &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; people in this world that are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;VERY HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; for being beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112557197104518530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNzrutIFYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/GwoCBsTUTEk/s400/P9160204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm gonna admit this much, Yup we were definitely trying something new.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't know what we were doing. But we were all working it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112557201399485842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNzr-tIFZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/58GXuTQMOX8/s400/P9160205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our Middle Finger was suppose to be the center of all the attention. Is it me or is it just Me and Mag Pointing it. Mel- what are you doin? Marx- what is that hand of yours doing? Lana- Did you hand get eaten up? Celina- &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pussycatdolls&lt;/span&gt; eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Enough already, it was really time for some proper picture taking. You guy wouldn't believe how long we &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;jumped and jumped and jumped and jumped and jumped and jumped AND JUMPED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It was unbelievable. The whole street were looking at us jumping like monkeys gone WILD. It was all- &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Raymond's fault&lt;/span&gt;. We all know that he's gonna be one &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAWWT SHOT&lt;/span&gt; photographer one day. So he kept directing the shoot and kept telling us different things to do and pose. It was tiring. I finally feel the pressure of taking a photograph especially in a group. If one of us was not looking fine, here we go again. Jump again, pose again. I was mainly the huge problem for the whole jumping shoot. There were so many shots that was not balanced at all. It was either some of us were excellent or some of us were completely rubbish. So it went on and on.. Our legs and feet were getting so sore it was not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112581429310002738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOJuOtIFjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/il-k8lJEIZQ/s400/CIMG2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cat gurl, this ain't the LL world, what are you doing with those two LL fingers up??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594627744503410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOVuetIFnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/WBlANX9sIyk/s400/CIMG2273.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at Mellisa, so pretty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;COMELNYA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594623449536098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOVuOtIFmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/flG0s8hVT58/s400/CIMG2271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;C'mon people work it, work it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112565911593162178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvN7m-tIFcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2NTnz5zzPTc/s400/P9160199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think that was probably all of us. Yup, Mellisa's friend helped us with the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594619154568786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOVt-tIFlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/MJOK72ZEUBg/s400/CIMG2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OOoh Cat, you better watch out. Some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tough competition&lt;/span&gt; out there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112601001475970754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvObhetIFsI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EaUDDZZuFWU/s400/CIMG2275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Coming back to the resort in the cable car was something I never did before. It was definately an experience. First of all, Celina and that lot kept telling me about what you can or cannot see in the dark. Yeah you know what I mean. woooohhhhooo~~~~ white figures. Dark shadows following you from behind. There were a lot of rumours that in the resort, many 'things' have happened. One of them is that many people have died by committing suicide and their spirits roam around the whole of Genting. I don't know how true that is. But nothing whatsoever happened during our adventure. I did however a goose bums everytime I saw something that was outta shape and you know weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112553177015129426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNwButIFVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/9IX15usN1qY/s400/P9160210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Our precious. Raymond came knocking onto the door of the resort with the big bottle of Vodka in his hands. That didn't turn out too good when Celina's mumsie answered the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112553181310096738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNwB-tIFWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/YHRmPDGWmQM/s400/P9160209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These food right here are courtesy of Miss Goh (Magg) I can't believe she bought so much of stuff for the night. We ended up finishing less than half of it. *&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks Mag for the junkies&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112553185605064050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNwCOtIFXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/T4RPnX6i6Ew/s400/P9160211.JPG" border="0" /&gt; They went into hardcore camping mode by bringing this Instant Noodle packet to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112548143313458498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNrcutIFUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Tb0OPIhOVYc/s400/P9160213.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112536272023852290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNgputIFQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/HuoJIOlcDzM/s400/P9160222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we could even start gambling. Yeah You see what girls do. Just look at them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112536276318819602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNgp-tIFRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TV1e0G_-30w/s400/P9160226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO no no, it didn't stop there now did it? Twosome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112536280613786914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNgqOtIFSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/2iay02bbmsE/s400/P9160227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even More. Twosome with the third person in the mirror. Ha ha ha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112536289203721522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNgqutIFTI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Amufr6d4Bno/s400/P9160229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that was the last of it?? Here comes Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112532964899034354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNdpOtIFPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5tSWrY3iH9g/s400/P9170236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glory&lt;/em&gt;?? Is that you?? How did you turn up into the picture? I thought you were in Penang? It looks like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112532960604067042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNdo-tIFOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/AGKg3T1vgG0/s400/P9160234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OOOHHH yeah, that was the Mixer and the glasses that came with the room for our wild NIGHT! WOOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112532956309099730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvNdoutIFNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/bHaoxklUiOs/s400/P9160233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And snap, they still didn't stop camwhoring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Played Cards the whole night, making fun and laughing at all the funny things that happened in College. How there was completely &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;NO DRAMA&lt;/span&gt; up there. We played the name game, DONKEY, Joker, OH-the best part it (BLUFF/BULLSHIT). I can't believe that was the best game ever. The objective of the game was to loose as many cards in your hand as fast as you can. The lesser cards you have on yr hand, the bigger probability of you winning the game. The catch it, the next card that you throw down has to be the same number of the last card thrown. However the cards that are thrown down, should be faced down. So this is when the fun part gets injected into the game. We'd have to Bluff our way outta the game to let go all of the cards that are in your hand. But, if you're caught&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BULLSHITTING&lt;/span&gt;, then the whole deck of cards that have been randomly thrown by the players will be yours. Mellisa, you're so cute, &lt;em&gt;PLUS 1 PLUS 2&lt;/em&gt; oh my gosh. We were practically laughing our hearts out playing that game. The first round wasn't that interesting because we weren't that good yet. However as we got more into the game. The funner it became. NO no no, don't think that it's just a game. Everytime the biggest loser will have to down 2 shots of vodka &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And it was actually not that bad.. right LANA? Trust us, we should know because we were mostly the losers and had to down many shots. You see, me and her are &lt;strong&gt;honest&lt;/strong&gt; alright. We don't have the poker face, as Raymond says. ha ha ha. WE had heaps of fun laughing at each other, seeing how everybody has that lying face when they're about to throw a card or two on a bluff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By this time,(3in the morning) we were all super at this game. We knew who had the right cards, who was lying and who was not. Celina and Raymond instantly knew who was bluffing. And Magdalene was so good, she didn't needed to look and she knew some of us was lying. Mellisa however after calling someone out for bluffing, the next card she threw were cards that she was lying about. Guess what, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;YES! She got caught!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lana was the best, throwing cards like they were peanuts, 1 jack, 1 nine, 1 seven. Like we didn't know that she was lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was definately a good laugh for all of us, in the end, I lost so many times I lost count. We slept at about four in the morning. Raymond took the good side of the sofa bed and left me with a bad aching back the next morning. While the girls slept comfortably on the bed. You would never guess what happen next. Celina didn't wanna sleep with her mom and instead she got into bed with Mellisa, and in the middle of the night, when we were just about to doze off. She woke up pretending like she was &lt;em&gt;possesed&lt;/em&gt;! That Crazy woman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-6988968129402742717?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/6988968129402742717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=6988968129402742717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/6988968129402742717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/6988968129402742717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/09/genting-awana-fun-vodka.html' title='Genting - Awana - Fun - Vodka'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RvOuCutIF1I/AAAAAAAAAlM/E_k4oMefb1Y/s72-c/P9160160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-6455763559301766916</id><published>2007-09-14T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:29:05.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Week NYC 2007</title><content type='html'>As &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fashion week NYC&lt;/span&gt; 2007 came to a close this fall. These are a few designs that caught my attention. I heard that fashion week NYC WAS wicked and everybody that attended it had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GLAMOROUS&lt;/span&gt;, groomed, and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIERCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Tommy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hilfiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264936115296706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO4lFJWcI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MoGUMGe0Gmk/s400/Tommyhi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO4lFJWdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/RBSXmdCauXY/s1600-h/THi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264936115296722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO4lFJWdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/RBSXmdCauXY/s400/THi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO41FJWeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-f7jfSawzsI/s1600-h/th7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264940410264034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO41FJWeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-f7jfSawzsI/s400/th7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO41FJWfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lAYlGAOzB34/s1600-h/TommyHi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264940410264050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO41FJWfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lAYlGAOzB34/s400/TommyHi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO5FFJWgI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2y1FPGJkeUE/s1600-h/Tommyhi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264944705231362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO5FFJWgI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2y1FPGJkeUE/s400/Tommyhi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc Jacobs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264605402814882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutOlVFJWaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zmdDPRrhQDw/s400/MarcJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutOllFJWbI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Uy-uo9J7Gho/s1600-h/Marc+Ja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264609697782194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutOllFJWbI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Uy-uo9J7Gho/s400/Marc+Ja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;Donna Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264132956412274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutOJ1FJWXI/AAAAAAAAAe8/-95McNDL8DM/s400/DKNy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutOJ1FJWYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/stMb2oIJvpA/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264132956412290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutOJ1FJWYI/AAAAAAAAAfE/stMb2oIJvpA/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutOKFFJWZI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aRgvBvlMVWg/s1600-h/DKNY@.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110264137251379602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutOKFFJWZI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aRgvBvlMVWg/s400/DKNY%40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Calvin Klein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110263630445238610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutNslFJWVI/AAAAAAAAAes/s7Jm4t237Bw/s400/36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutNslFJWWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/X7F1oghE1N0/s1600-h/Calvin+Klein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110263630445238626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutNslFJWWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/X7F1oghE1N0/s400/Calvin+Klein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think all hands down for Calvin Klein. Unbelievable designs. Absolutely FIERCE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-6455763559301766916?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/6455763559301766916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=6455763559301766916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/6455763559301766916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/6455763559301766916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-fashion-week-nyc-2007-came-to-close.html' title='Fashion Week NYC 2007'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RutO4lFJWcI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MoGUMGe0Gmk/s72-c/Tommyhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-2759349685238394171</id><published>2007-09-14T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:04:05.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week.</title><content type='html'>We had our tests for all our Unit #3 for all of my subjects today and it was great to finally be done with the week and get everything to a more subtle mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00 a.m. - Went into the classroom filled with animosity because I forgot to bring our poster out the other day and I was hoping that Mr.Adnan wouldn't give us a hard time about it. I mean I know that he said everything was going to be all good even though the presentation was a day late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Adnan called us up first and I thought I was going to DIE! Anyway, I asked him whether we're allowed to go up last or something. He just nodded his head and continued calling someone else to present. Jesus, thank god for that. He called this other group and they presented something about Casino's and Games. How games are the craze of the youth today. Weird, they said something about eer Cyber Cafe's in Genting having girls at each computer table just for their own enjoyment. Now thats something totally bizarre. Why would you want to have a hooker at your own stand for? Nuts I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for us to present and guess what. I wasn't nervous at all. I was just waiting for Chi Khan to finish up his turn and then pass it to Henri then moving on to me. As I got to my turn, all I could do was to present what I intentionally wanted to tell the class. How weapons effect human lives. I think that one day, mankind will be destroyed merely by the weapons that they've build to protect themselves. Have you ever thought about how a gun can not only protect you from dangers but it also causes danger. Isn't that weird though? Humans build guns to protect themselves, but from what? What could it be? Let's just say it anyway, yes from other human beings. What a coincedence huh? I mean could you possibly think of a good impact of these weapons being invented? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our business test went really well, I think it was because I sat myself down for more than god knows how many hours to REALLY study the whole 3 chapters. I was really amazed by how stupid I was before on all these other test when I should have sat my ROUND ass down and just started studyin. I finished the objective questions in less than 3 minutes and continued doing a heck long of a Long answer essay. I hope it really went well and score me a LEVEL 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week onwards will be a week long break! I hope everbody has planned their week properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag, sorry the Langkawi trip got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, I hope you'll enjoy yr birthday PARRTAY this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fei, you'll come out with us wont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lana, we've got to hit the gym soon. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marx + Cat, I don't know what you guys will be doing but I doubt that you guys would want to have me in that threesome of yours now would you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celina, Genting here we come! I'm gonna go WILD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub, We'll grab lunch in the club one day alright? Can't wait to go on a car ride again with ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-2759349685238394171?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/2759349685238394171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=2759349685238394171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2759349685238394171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2759349685238394171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-week.html' title='Last week.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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-5575577744599718728.post-4082928821569476208</id><published>2007-09-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T04:23:55.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Marx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rupu4VFJWRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bAPKp7n33gE/s1600-h/1_376943270l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110018641215707410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rupu4VFJWRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bAPKp7n33gE/s400/1_376943270l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rupu4lFJWSI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DXV1c6Yi4jc/s1600-h/1_843593206l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110018645510674722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rupu4lFJWSI/AAAAAAAAAeU/DXV1c6Yi4jc/s400/1_843593206l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rupu4lFJWTI/AAAAAAAAAec/tFOItFoqKjU/s1600-h/1_323062080l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110018645510674738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rupu4lFJWTI/AAAAAAAAAec/tFOItFoqKjU/s400/1_323062080l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rupu41FJWUI/AAAAAAAAAek/LiZbTlGzrsQ/s1600-h/1_945196253l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110018649805642050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rupu41FJWUI/AAAAAAAAAek/LiZbTlGzrsQ/s400/1_945196253l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Turning 17. We've all been through that and I know how my 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was not as great as yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Although I was being the subject of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridicule&lt;/span&gt; and the joke of the table it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. It was your birthday after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway I hope you've enjoyed your time with us. It was a whole reunion gone haywire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The best advise someone has given me:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Walk Tall with your shoulders back and head up. Don't Look Back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marx,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Enjoy your youth while it lasts. &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/5575577744599718728-4082928821569476208?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/4082928821569476208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=4082928821569476208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4082928821569476208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4082928821569476208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/09/lord-marx.html' title='Lord Marx'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rupu4VFJWRI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bAPKp7n33gE/s72-c/1_376943270l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7372824996805559014</id><published>2007-09-07T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:40:11.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The G-L-O-R-Y</title><content type='html'>Today,my friend Glory's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th birthday to ya and make sure you make something outta this glorificous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you remember how we first met Glory? You were in our English Class and then we made fun out of our English Teacher. -Name Disclosed- Anyway we had a little fit before we went to your party. Then, I thought you were thinking that I didn't want to turn up because of some reason. -Reason Disclosed too- Anyway we turned up in the end with a knackered soul because we've(Me, Celina, Lana)  PRACTICALLY walked the whole of town just to look and shop for your gift. Then, we got in and had a few drinks and danced the whole night long. Sorry we had to leave early because I had a curfew and totally worned out because of the walking all day. DAMN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hoped you've had a good time and like your prezzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7372824996805559014?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/7372824996805559014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=7372824996805559014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7372824996805559014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7372824996805559014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-g-l-o-r-y.html' title='All The G-L-O-R-Y'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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-5575577744599718728.post-2828088468766927517</id><published>2007-09-01T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T03:18:16.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Britney B*tch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtpgpttFjRI/AAAAAAAAAeE/C7MaOZbj2ao/s1600-h/britneyyyyyyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105499397337484562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtpgpttFjRI/AAAAAAAAAeE/C7MaOZbj2ao/s400/britneyyyyyyyyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a whole lot of controversy with K-Fed. The Legendary Britney Spears is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. With a new hit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;' &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gimme More'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's F*cking HAAAWWT! It's actually what Miss Spears will be performing in the 2007 MTV VMA(video music awards) that will kick start her career again and bring back what people used to think of her. The Pop goddess that brought 'Baby One More Time' from the dead back to it's addictive sound into people's heads has been working for quite some time now after enduring OhSOOO much of humiliation from K-Fed. She has been working really hard just to gain back the respect people had for her after all the publicity stunt that she has pulled that made people think that she is a complete &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUTTER&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Now back with an album that will soon be released into the world of pop. Britney has actually got up from all the shame that good for nothing K-Fed has caused her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first heard it, I kinda thought it was like one of her 'In the Zone' Album track, 'Touch of My Hand' with a bit a mix with ' Breathe On Me'. Then I heard T.I in it. It just made it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HOTTER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone of you that has not heard it. You can always click&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.z100.com/pages/britney_premiere.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and see what I mean. Well actually, hear what I mean. Trust me, It's worth the wait for Britney to come back. It really &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIZZLES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105493551886994690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtpbVdtFjQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/LH2Gkp9hU04/s400/britney_spears3_180.jpg" border="0" /&gt; You will want &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MOOOREE&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/5575577744599718728-2828088468766927517?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/2828088468766927517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=2828088468766927517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2828088468766927517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2828088468766927517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-britney-btch.html' title='It&apos;s Britney B*tch'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtpgpttFjRI/AAAAAAAAAeE/C7MaOZbj2ao/s72-c/britneyyyyyyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-8442506912279662169</id><published>2007-09-01T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:56:23.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found.</title><content type='html'>Pictures that Got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt; out in all my posting! I think they deserve a little recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105429264816508130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rtog3dtFjOI/AAAAAAAAAds/cSEQbnHyLPQ/s400/1103926669_c089e269c6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlDYNtFjMI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8rcbR54Bm14/s1600-h/IMG_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105185735875857602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlDYNtFjMI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8rcbR54Bm14/s400/IMG_1716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was my room before everything was neat and tidy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have one that is neat yet. I'll post it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlDYttFjNI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UyKQ5uOAxPk/s1600-h/IMG_1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105185744465792210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlDYttFjNI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UyKQ5uOAxPk/s400/IMG_1702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, you never thought that my room was this of a Monstrosity ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda ' Misplaced' some of these pictures somewhere in the computer but now, recovered it. They're all random. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105182905492409458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlAzdtFjHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/g8taPrURVYU/s400/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the day before Celina went to join into the Amazing Hunt with Mr.K Imagine that . We had to go shopping with her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlAz9tFjII/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y7by3BCeXyM/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105182914082344066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlAz9tFjII/AAAAAAAAAc8/Y7by3BCeXyM/s400/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were messing around in the car with Celina and this soft toy. Recognize it someone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlAz9tFjJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-XEHQQ_Wp9s/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105182914082344082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlAz9tFjJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-XEHQQ_Wp9s/s400/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Lang and Devilish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlA0dtFjKI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vYZekc-52Y0/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105182922672278690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlA0dtFjKI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vYZekc-52Y0/s400/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlA0dtFjLI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mHG2YHKFRPU/s1600-h/1104038412_a404d46daf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105182922672278706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RtlA0dtFjLI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mHG2YHKFRPU/s400/1104038412_a404d46daf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Picture of our Birthday Banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rtk_EttFjGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/i5VsiCSEbiM/s1600-h/1_292055046l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105181002821897314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rtk_EttFjGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/i5VsiCSEbiM/s400/1_292055046l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe I just found this picture! Mei Mei and *EVIL* KAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-8442506912279662169?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/8442506912279662169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=8442506912279662169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8442506912279662169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8442506912279662169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rtog3dtFjOI/AAAAAAAAAds/cSEQbnHyLPQ/s72-c/1103926669_c089e269c6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-3667812913303444133</id><published>2007-08-25T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T05:24:19.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-3667812913303444133?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/3667812913303444133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=3667812913303444133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3667812913303444133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/3667812913303444133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/08/overwhelmed.html' title=''/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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-5575577744599718728.post-4272383162898648576</id><published>2007-08-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T05:17:52.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GWENDALIZED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-oQttFjFI/AAAAAAAAAck/Y3aoTQ-COTU/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102481907934137426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-oQttFjFI/AAAAAAAAAck/Y3aoTQ-COTU/s400/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went there as soon as possible so that we wouldn't miss anything! Lana and I were waiting for Lin and Yi Peng to come so that we could enter the stadium. So We waited outside with all the other people. You know what? We thought that we'd be the only people there that early. But how &lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt; we were! The fact was that thousands of people were already there waiting to get into the stadium. The Hitz.fm's ford escape cruisers were there so hype up the whole crowd. Giving away free twisties and wrist bands. We got so lucky because the Que to our seats were &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;soOO&lt;/span&gt; long that it was unbelievable. But thank our lucky star, someone in charge of the ticketing told us that the line could be divided into two and we rushed straight into the new line! WOO HOO! that saved us a whole lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-lG9tFjBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/t2IB2mh8E18/s1600-h/fg1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102478441895529490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-lG9tFjBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/t2IB2mh8E18/s400/fg1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People were yelling, people were getting ready when they got into the stadium, I looked at the time and it was already five past nine! Hello? I thought it was starting at half past eight? Anyway, before anybody could say what the HECK was going on? The lights were switched off. The Fans went MAD! Everybody started yelling and screaming their lungs out! Christ even I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOUTING&lt;/span&gt;! Then the four dancers of Gwen's entourage started reenacting the whole police scene and a couple of misdemeanours. That was it, I knew it was going to be &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'The Sweet Escape'&lt;/span&gt; By this time I was yelling as hard as I could to make sure Gwen heard me. Yeah like there's ever gonna be that chance! Everybody sang with Gwen and everybody was cheering for her. What a Lady! All I could remember was the fans were screaming 'woo hoooo' 'yeee hoo' from the lyrics of that song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right after that, the beat from the song &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Rich Girls'&lt;/span&gt; started playing, the crowd went even wilder. I jumped up my seat and started yelling that song, because I couldn't hear myself sing and it was a little annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, by the end of that song, I was really tired and ready for a slow song so that I can give it a rest. Like that's gonna happen. '&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yummy' &lt;/span&gt;started playing and again I hopped up my seat and started singing it. I could tell that I was not among the really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HARDCORE &lt;/span&gt;fans of Gwen because not many people knew that song. Just the people around me were looking at me when I sang that song coz and were shocked that I even knew it. But it was great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-lHNtFjCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mJYBmegYHuM/s1600-h/gw2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102478446190496802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-lHNtFjCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mJYBmegYHuM/s400/gw2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She started singing &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;4 in the morning&lt;/span&gt; and the crowd went WILD. During the 1st verse of the song, only a few people were singing it including me. Then when it got to 'all I know is you got to give me everything, nothing less cuz you know I give you all of me' everybody knew the words to it by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-lHdtFjDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Hk4I4ZfGNz8/s1600-h/gs3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102478450485464114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-lHdtFjDI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Hk4I4ZfGNz8/s400/gs3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It really amazes me how stunning she looked with all her outfits! Christ she had like the perfect skin and a tall body! &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Luxurious'&lt;/span&gt; was the next song that she sang and it toned everybody down a little bit. After that, my favourite new song played.  &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Early winter'&lt;/span&gt; began and I just felt that overwhelming feeling of sorrow and happiness all together.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just as everybody settled down for a while, Gwen she had to do it! The tune from the sound of music began.&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Wind it Up'&lt;/span&gt; High on the hills with the lonely goats yoodeelayyi yoodeellay yoodellay hooo hoo! The FANS went ballistic! Everyone knew the words to this song and everyone I mean everyone was singing it, it was SO HAAWWT that I coudn't hear Gwen sing cuz everybody's voice was topping it. It was THAT good! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By this time Gwen was already talking to us, telling us that her ooohh STEP-mother-in-law is Malaysian and she visited her relatives here and also said that she's practically Malaysian. I was in awe. What are the odds. She continued singing &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Danger Zone'&lt;/span&gt; from her L.A.M.B album and made the crowd happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was more in AWE, when the next song came. Gwen: Manakah gadis-gadis saya ?? She said. With her background singers wearing these cheery outfit! I knew what was coming!&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Hollaback'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'Uh huh, This My Shit. All the girls stomp your feet like this.' I mean it this time, the crowd went CRAZY! Heck I went over my head too! Next in line of songs was &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Wonderful Life'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Now that you got it'&lt;/span&gt;, '&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Twisted&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The band started &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Orange County Girl'&lt;/span&gt; and Gwen slowly introduced all of her Backup dancers and singers. How sweet! NONE, I mean none of the dancers or singers didn't know what they were doing! This other African-American girl had these amazing vocals that made me awe. All of her dancers including Love, Angel, Music, Baby was strutting their stuff on stage as their names were called. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-lHdtFjEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/cDqAMgIzw2U/s1600-h/gs4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102478450485464130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-lHdtFjEI/AAAAAAAAAcc/cDqAMgIzw2U/s400/gs4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the part where I thought the whole concert was the best. Gwen: I'm dedicating this next song to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kingston James McGreagor Rossdale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'The Real Thing'&lt;/span&gt; started and it made people shed some tears. The lyrics song and tune was just amazing. She harmonized this song with the lady above this picture. Yup, that's the one I'm talking about. The one that had amazing vocals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-ihttFi_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/oAdxm1SBeIc/s1600-h/IMG_1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102475602922146802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-ihttFi_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/oAdxm1SBeIc/s400/IMG_1821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-iiNtFjAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/DeMc_MCA1Cg/s1600-h/IMG_1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102475611512081410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-iiNtFjAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/DeMc_MCA1Cg/s400/IMG_1823.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Peng, Lana, Me, Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102255687711689682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7ag9tFi9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/OdOwHSmyDNs/s400/IMG_1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y0ttFi4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/Fgwa8gYQ4xg/s1600-h/IMG_1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102253827990850434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y0ttFi4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/Fgwa8gYQ4xg/s400/IMG_1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was probably the best part to alot of people during the concert. When she was singing &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Cool&lt;/span&gt;' Gwen practically jumped off the stage and started running towards everybody in the back of the audience. I went crazy and started taking pictures snap, snap , snap , snap, snap.!! This was the best I could take! The guy in the yellow was literally escorting her all the way making sure that she was hmmnn I think the term is molested by the crowd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y1dtFi5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/5Z4kyPg41JA/s1600-h/IMG_1873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102253840875752338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y1dtFi5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/5Z4kyPg41JA/s400/IMG_1873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y19tFi6I/AAAAAAAAAbM/UpqZsI2kbJE/s1600-h/IMG_1874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102253849465686946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y19tFi6I/AAAAAAAAAbM/UpqZsI2kbJE/s400/IMG_1874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Random Hand. Ok I'm not sure about this shot, but when I was taking it, Suddenly this hand pops up and ruins the picture! Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y2dtFi7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/BOB1TE2Nj2s/s1600-h/IMG_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102253858055621554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y2dtFi7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/BOB1TE2Nj2s/s400/IMG_1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everybody winded it down for a sec, when Gwen went back for a wardrobe change. The crowd got a little impatient waiting and started yelling 'WE WANT MORE' 'WE WANT MORE' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gwen : wow!! What an unbelievable crowd tonight! - was what she said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, this slow and unpredictable tune started playing. Gwen: What an amazing time, what a family, how did the years go by, now it's only me. Tick tock, Tick tock,  Tick tock, Tick tock. WOOOHOOOOOOOO everybody said and knew it was &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'What You Waiting For?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y29tFi8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/kSC6IM48qvg/s1600-h/IMG_1886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102253866645556162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs7Y29tFi8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/kSC6IM48qvg/s400/IMG_1886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was truly sad that it came to and end when she started bowing and thanking everyone for coming! I didn't even get to take a picture with her dammmnit! Never mind, at least We were all satisfied by the performance and everybody just left without asking for an ENCORE? What the heck?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We slowly drove home and I was completely knackered and all I did was fell asleep as soon as I lay on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tale concert - The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-4272383162898648576?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/4272383162898648576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=4272383162898648576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4272383162898648576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4272383162898648576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/08/gwendalized.html' title='GWENDALIZED'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rs-oQttFjFI/AAAAAAAAAck/Y3aoTQ-COTU/s72-c/DSC00613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-2959382195456303893</id><published>2007-08-20T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:18:23.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen Stefani's Sweet Escape Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Gwen Stefani's&lt;/span&gt; In TOWN and I'VE GOT TICKETS!!!OOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! WOOOHOO!! For those of you that are going to see her, see you all there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Sweet Escape Tour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stadium Bukit Jalil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100770750013737842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmT-NtFi3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/I23bWHQiWMI/s400/15732aea-0356-4e93-b6d6-284624e6386c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmTsttFizI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mU6c3lE2Xjk/s1600-h/e2c6bd1f-9e73-4714-bc71-a3c73e2678e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100770449366027058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmTsttFizI/AAAAAAAAAaU/mU6c3lE2Xjk/s400/e2c6bd1f-9e73-4714-bc71-a3c73e2678e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmTtNtFi0I/AAAAAAAAAac/BNLze4kgdqE/s1600-h/gwen-stefani-the-sweet-escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100770457955961666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmTtNtFi0I/AAAAAAAAAac/BNLze4kgdqE/s400/gwen-stefani-the-sweet-escape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmTtttFi1I/AAAAAAAAAak/aQLGm7Kg-48/s1600-h/bafcd738-f256-4661-b7ad-c561883c755a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100770466545896274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmTtttFi1I/AAAAAAAAAak/aQLGm7Kg-48/s400/bafcd738-f256-4661-b7ad-c561883c755a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmTuNtFi2I/AAAAAAAAAas/xgKTorBKSi4/s1600-h/gwenkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100770475135830882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmTuNtFi2I/AAAAAAAAAas/xgKTorBKSi4/s400/gwenkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5575577744599718728-2959382195456303893?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/2959382195456303893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=2959382195456303893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2959382195456303893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/2959382195456303893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/08/gwen-stefanis-sweet-escape-tour.html' title='Gwen Stefani&apos;s Sweet Escape Tour'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsmT-NtFi3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/I23bWHQiWMI/s72-c/15732aea-0356-4e93-b6d6-284624e6386c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-1743212766606053689</id><published>2007-08-15T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:24:43.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRUYttFixI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XNWkWgUhiQk/s1600-h/1103408131_f6c7cc7d8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As Promised, here are the pictures of the BIG NIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;courtesy of Hui Wen.. Thank you so much, these pictures are great! BORN a photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099293461652540178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRUYttFixI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XNWkWgUhiQk/s400/1103408131_f6c7cc7d8b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Glamorous Dining place where all the magic happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRUYttFiyI/AAAAAAAAAaM/t2M4laAs0pg/s1600-h/1103189535_43bafcd46d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099293461652540194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRUYttFiyI/AAAAAAAAAaM/t2M4laAs0pg/s400/1103189535_43bafcd46d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before people started pouring in! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRUIttFivI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/eRd80giGgUk/s1600-h/05082007498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099293186774633202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRUIttFivI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/eRd80giGgUk/s400/05082007498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, I didn't know Jia would be that vulgar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRUJNtFiwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jk5LlpPzrNk/s1600-h/DSC01282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099293195364567810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRUJNtFiwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jk5LlpPzrNk/s400/DSC01282.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Birthday Cake! It was tiny! Souled out! Watch OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ39tFioI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HbNpTu8fR9o/s1600-h/DSC01273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289600476940930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ39tFioI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HbNpTu8fR9o/s400/DSC01273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My back, my shield, my mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ5dtFipI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XgA8SkOnEjM/s1600-h/DSC01281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289626246744722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ5dtFipI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XgA8SkOnEjM/s400/DSC01281.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute poses everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ5ttFiqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7--dy8lnffI/s1600-h/DSC01274+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289630541712034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ5ttFiqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7--dy8lnffI/s400/DSC01274+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glory with her camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ7dtFirI/AAAAAAAAAZU/scpjr7riXuE/s1600-h/DSC01276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289660606483122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ7dtFirI/AAAAAAAAAZU/scpjr7riXuE/s400/DSC01276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the fantastic threesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ7ttFisI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qX_0Lt2n7Hc/s1600-h/DSC01277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099289664901450434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRQ7ttFisI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qX_0Lt2n7Hc/s400/DSC01277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay, Celina + Sub + Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRMOdtFimI/AAAAAAAAAYs/I43ps8cJY1c/s1600-h/1103189535_43bafcd46d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRMOttFinI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yWP9Vf35-xQ/s1600-h/1104794602_4de035c1b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099284493760825970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRMOttFinI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yWP9Vf35-xQ/s400/1104794602_4de035c1b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lana:I'm telling you Brian, if you don't help me with my eye liner I'm gonna stuff you with this tissue that I'm holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brian:Yes M'mam! (Shivers down my spine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLsNtFigI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0uW2CXTFhGA/s1600-h/1103927403_832da23b9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099283901055339010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLsNtFigI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0uW2CXTFhGA/s400/1103927403_832da23b9e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rufimy and Warren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLsdtFihI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4R1eBM8Zh6g/s1600-h/1103931273_c598d686e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099283905350306322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLsdtFihI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4R1eBM8Zh6g/s400/1103931273_c598d686e8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire, I know you're ready but what about Warren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLsttFiiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/sBX4ExIhaJU/s1600-h/1104771780_34fe604064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099283909645273634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLsttFiiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/sBX4ExIhaJU/s400/1104771780_34fe604064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jia and Fei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLs9tFijI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZcvxH_mj_yg/s1600-h/1104776526_01f361458e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099283913940240946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLs9tFijI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZcvxH_mj_yg/s400/1104776526_01f361458e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celina struggling through her fish and chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLtdtFikI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cid0O0IOIzg/s1600-h/1104777326_5370680f1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099283922530175554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRLtdtFikI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cid0O0IOIzg/s400/1104777326_5370680f1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This looks like I was staring at Glory's boobies! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRJsNtFieI/AAAAAAAAAXs/B1XW5Jyvecs/s1600-h/1104038412_a404d46daf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRJsNtFifI/AAAAAAAAAX0/B_lz1FjngnU/s1600-h/1104381710_9463981560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099281702032083442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRJsNtFifI/AAAAAAAAAX0/B_lz1FjngnU/s400/1104381710_9463981560.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Night went on as shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRIINtFiYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hMNg3olJZ3Y/s1600-h/1104390904_9a1c4c2fef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099279984045164930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRIINtFiYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/hMNg3olJZ3Y/s400/1104390904_9a1c4c2fef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRIIdtFiZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SnpUa-7i_54/s1600-h/1104392430_893b832ac1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099279988340132242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRIIdtFiZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SnpUa-7i_54/s400/1104392430_893b832ac1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire + Fimy? Yes we see you! But Raymond? Why are you having your back turned? I don't remember you being camera shy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRIIttFiaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/oc9UgfiWzuc/s1600-h/1104396046_eaed18dceb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099279992635099554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRIIttFiaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/oc9UgfiWzuc/s400/1104396046_eaed18dceb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The clan, Farhan, Sarah, Joshua and Gavin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRII9tFibI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GreTWf-ub78/s1600-h/1104384166_688bab4aa6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099279996930066866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRII9tFibI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GreTWf-ub78/s400/1104384166_688bab4aa6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak! That was what everybody was doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRII9tFicI/AAAAAAAAAXc/WUvT3Pi56Vo/s1600-h/1104390064_7d7be5bff4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099279996930066882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRII9tFicI/AAAAAAAAAXc/WUvT3Pi56Vo/s400/1104390064_7d7be5bff4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole night, Little brother of Miss Lang kept taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHMttFiTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/zJOuKE6xRKM/s1600-h/1104262714_3957176d7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278961842948402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHMttFiTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/zJOuKE6xRKM/s400/1104262714_3957176d7e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One picture that had our names in the banner! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHM9tFiUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/I19FZ8cT-i0/s1600-h/1104259480_51a3384400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278966137915714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHM9tFiUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/I19FZ8cT-i0/s400/1104259480_51a3384400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lana with her pals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHNNtFiVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Uajs4E6SEP0/s1600-h/1103547331_7a017fce30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278970432883026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHNNtFiVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Uajs4E6SEP0/s400/1103547331_7a017fce30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fascinating how photographers can catch such scenes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHNdtFiWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/03iIUwwbgr0/s1600-h/1103546373_ee15157e5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278974727850338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHNdtFiWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/03iIUwwbgr0/s400/1103546373_ee15157e5e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shoulder to cry on again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHNttFiXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AgYn0Fq6e8E/s1600-h/1103534981_6df3bde275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278979022817650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRHNttFiXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/AgYn0Fq6e8E/s400/1103534981_6df3bde275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, is it me or is Xue Min looking a little small in this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGpttFiOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ftee04BvM5g/s1600-h/1103416111_3885f61664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278360547526882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGpttFiOI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ftee04BvM5g/s400/1103416111_3885f61664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fimy, Claire, Joshua, Sarah, Celina, Fei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278373432428786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGqdtFiPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2zreig7-5Dk/s400/1103411283_ddc349bd74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sarah and Celina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGqttFiQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yaelFYaeWsA/s1600-h/1103412963_3e4d4e816d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278377727396098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGqttFiQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yaelFYaeWsA/s400/1103412963_3e4d4e816d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sub, why are you pointing at em?? I know you're were about to knock him out too right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGqttFiRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/N8raZPQoCLk/s1600-h/1_653002491l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278377727396114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGqttFiRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/N8raZPQoCLk/s400/1_653002491l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time it was with WARREN!FAB hairdo JING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGq9tFiSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8qQXA9YaB14/s1600-h/1_497997641l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099278382022363426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGq9tFiSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8qQXA9YaB14/s400/1_497997641l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min, Me, Jing and Christian! They were WAY late but it was so nice of them to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRF_9tFiJI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jBH9A7JmYcc/s1600-h/1103945337_32e27e5b67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277643287988370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRF_9tFiJI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jBH9A7JmYcc/s400/1103945337_32e27e5b67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our final decision, We're gonna knock out whoever who didn't bring out our birthday cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGANtFiKI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8Qf_yF0SvV4/s1600-h/1103551503_f3adef0899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277647582955682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGANtFiKI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8Qf_yF0SvV4/s400/1103551503_f3adef0899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I know people look kinda Antisocial, Xue min! Why did you keep yr back turned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGAdtFiLI/AAAAAAAAAVU/QAsYe7YQMdI/s1600-h/1103913523_118d2014a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277651877922994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGAdtFiLI/AAAAAAAAAVU/QAsYe7YQMdI/s400/1103913523_118d2014a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH my gosh! Look at what Nick is doing? Walloping the Fish in his mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGAttFiMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_u_5lgSULjg/s1600-h/1104769570_de9ebe20dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277656172890306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGAttFiMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_u_5lgSULjg/s400/1104769570_de9ebe20dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glory and her pink Motorola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGAttFiNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YrpOo58n2xo/s1600-h/1103914877_8687c84ffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099277656172890322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRGAttFiNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YrpOo58n2xo/s400/1103914877_8687c84ffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fei and I hmmmn, Fei you're the best looking one ok? I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1BdtFiEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rpkDfBm4_Po/s1600-h/1103940473_bdaf0cd103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099188608615942210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1BdtFiEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/rpkDfBm4_Po/s400/1103940473_bdaf0cd103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't even know the photographer was taking this picture! But everyone else seems to be ready!&lt;/div&gt;Erm, excuse me the waiter in the backgroud! What are you doing in the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1BttFiFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PN3euYzoH_8/s1600-h/1103942719_82b241f5e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099188612910909522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1BttFiFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PN3euYzoH_8/s400/1103942719_82b241f5e0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our close close MATES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1BttFiGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vpTKm2y4UOc/s1600-h/1103948925_0fb0c25b88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099188612910909538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1BttFiGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vpTKm2y4UOc/s400/1103948925_0fb0c25b88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BIG BIG Groupie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1B9tFiHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aZb6HRtf09Y/s1600-h/1104784836_51474f249e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099188617205876850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1B9tFiHI/AAAAAAAAAU0/aZb6HRtf09Y/s400/1104784836_51474f249e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 1st choice of food for the night it Fish and Chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1B9tFiII/AAAAAAAAAU8/AAh0lVR_VB4/s1600-h/1103934807_c1e3b2c1d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099188617205876866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsP1B9tFiII/AAAAAAAAAU8/AAh0lVR_VB4/s400/1103934807_c1e3b2c1d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd was of course Chicken. &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/5575577744599718728-1743212766606053689?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/1743212766606053689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=1743212766606053689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1743212766606053689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1743212766606053689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-promised.html' title='As promised.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsRUYttFixI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XNWkWgUhiQk/s72-c/1103408131_f6c7cc7d8b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-4346770554189016416</id><published>2007-08-14T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:43:34.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ142aiv6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/GE8U0OkZJ1Y/s1600-h/IMG_4572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098767347676790690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ142aiv6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/GE8U0OkZJ1Y/s400/IMG_4572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We both had to make a speech! I can't believe I had to go through that ordeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1Cmaiv1I/AAAAAAAAATs/1VsGcd1R5Gw/s1600-h/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098766415668887378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1Cmaiv1I/AAAAAAAAATs/1VsGcd1R5Gw/s400/DSCN0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake was SOO small that not everybody had the chance of eating it! I'm sorry ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1C2aiv2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/KFhNBNBXdnk/s1600-h/DSCN0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098766419963854690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1C2aiv2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/KFhNBNBXdnk/s400/DSCN0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup,I know what you guys are thinking! what a UGLY hat!EW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1DWaiv3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Yqx9ocX-QvA/s1600-h/IMG_4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098766428553789298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1DWaiv3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Yqx9ocX-QvA/s400/IMG_4570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Cant belive I even look like that! Oh my gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1Dmaiv4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/BFWmU0bSv_g/s1600-h/IMG_4545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098766432848756610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1Dmaiv4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/BFWmU0bSv_g/s400/IMG_4545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday people with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1D2aiv5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/rcrHrNBgPVU/s1600-h/IMG_4544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098766437143723922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ1D2aiv5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/rcrHrNBgPVU/s400/IMG_4544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Li Yen and Kin HOe(Not her boyfriend) NO NO NO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, These are the other pictures that I found eventually from the party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-4346770554189016416?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/4346770554189016416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=4346770554189016416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4346770554189016416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4346770554189016416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/08/rest-of-them.html' title='The Rest of Them'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RsJ142aiv6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/GE8U0OkZJ1Y/s72-c/IMG_4572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-7834604425423200427</id><published>2007-08-09T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:30:55.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLESSED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, I have thought hard+deep about this post. I was thinking of how to properly show this post, as it is very Important. Now, let's take a tour into my life a week ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 3rd 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me + Glory + Celina + Fei + Lana decided to go shopping for our stuff and get ready for the our BIG DAY! I was so excited it was NOT true. Right after college, we got into our car and drove to Sungai Wang to start shopping. The Five of us crammed ourselves into Lana's car and drove all the way to our destination. This took more than half and hour for us to get there and the roads were ALL packed and jammed out. The massive conjunction was due to the Friday evening traffic damn it! But it was a great + fun + laughing road trip that we had. We talked, we laughed+sang out load to 'The Way I Are' by timbaland!! OOOOWWWWWWW!!! All the way! That was great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walking through this whole rows of shops with to MANY people really got me thinking of how many people would come out on a Friday night to shop for their stuff. We started off with this shoe shop that Glory + Celina + Lana were looking at. By now, I seriously know what some guys think when they're shopping with a bunch of laddies. Oh my gosh! It lasted forever, in that shoe shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1sJmaivxI/AAAAAAAAATM/2HPSyyMjUVw/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097349265439768338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1sJmaivxI/AAAAAAAAATM/2HPSyyMjUVw/s400/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The selection of shoes that was shown to us were unbelievable. This is just a mere shot of the whole shop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1sKGaivyI/AAAAAAAAATU/ENahE1kNs8I/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097349274029702946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1sKGaivyI/AAAAAAAAATU/ENahE1kNs8I/s400/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one pair that Lana was trying. She liked it so much but it was too expensive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1sKWaivzI/AAAAAAAAATc/vXbDNUBYoIM/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097349278324670258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1sKWaivzI/AAAAAAAAATc/vXbDNUBYoIM/s400/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1sK2aiv0I/AAAAAAAAATk/TrDECT12MGQ/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097349286914604866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1sK2aiv0I/AAAAAAAAATk/TrDECT12MGQ/s400/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celina Liked this pair but it was kinda kinky because the left size of the shoe was too big. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1puWaivrI/AAAAAAAAASc/pnirqyFYS50/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097346598265077426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1puWaivrI/AAAAAAAAASc/pnirqyFYS50/s400/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The poor sales assistant was helping them choose out a pair of shoes out of the thousand choices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1pvGaivsI/AAAAAAAAASk/RfL-wXptHos/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097346611149979330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1pvGaivsI/AAAAAAAAASk/RfL-wXptHos/s400/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see Fei loves to pose for the camera. *with the cool looks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1pvWaivtI/AAAAAAAAASs/CYLQcjVECVo/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097346615444946642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1pvWaivtI/AAAAAAAAASs/CYLQcjVECVo/s400/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glory said that we should quickly do one pose because we were waiting too long for them to look for their shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1pv2aivuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1ksTOdw3GVA/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097346624034881250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1pv2aivuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1ksTOdw3GVA/s400/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, NOBODY was watching us, so we decided to take advantage of the stuff in the shops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1pwGaivvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rNuqFg7ffLg/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097346628329848562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1pwGaivvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rNuqFg7ffLg/s400/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too many selections for them to choose from. SIgh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oMGaivmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/E6m7K6cCPtw/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097344910342930018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oMGaivmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/E6m7K6cCPtw/s400/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Accessories too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oM2aivnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EjtB8au6mGA/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097344923227831922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oM2aivnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EjtB8au6mGA/s400/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celina, originally wanted to wear this all black (goth) type of dress for our party! But somehow, we convinced her not to. What do you think? Do you like it? Do you not like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oNGaivoI/AAAAAAAAASE/fOrpCgMQpS0/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097344927522799234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oNGaivoI/AAAAAAAAASE/fOrpCgMQpS0/s400/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were the few assesories that 'GOTH' people are into. Never really occured to me though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oN2aivpI/AAAAAAAAASM/-Pc35I00Rus/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097344940407701138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oN2aivpI/AAAAAAAAASM/-Pc35I00Rus/s400/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glory bought this pair of WICKED specs for just over 15 ringgit.BARGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oOGaivqI/AAAAAAAAASU/rPEKV2Y1nBg/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097344944702668450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1oOGaivqI/AAAAAAAAASU/rPEKV2Y1nBg/s400/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the girl trying outfit, it was time for the guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1j-GaivhI/AAAAAAAAARM/Vau-imSXiQk/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097340271778250258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1j-GaivhI/AAAAAAAAARM/Vau-imSXiQk/s400/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fei Fei Fei, my my my my my... Don't Ask, Don't Tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1j-maiviI/AAAAAAAAARU/foAj0Ei0Gg4/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097340280368184866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1j-maiviI/AAAAAAAAARU/foAj0Ei0Gg4/s400/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That dress was worth more than 1thousand dollars! WOOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1j_GaivjI/AAAAAAAAARc/VzdIaWHCyus/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097340288958119474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1j_GaivjI/AAAAAAAAARc/VzdIaWHCyus/s400/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the HOT pair of shoes that she tried on too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1j_WaivkI/AAAAAAAAARk/fx7-1E0VE7c/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097340293253086786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1j_WaivkI/AAAAAAAAARk/fx7-1E0VE7c/s400/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooopsie daisy... Who's getting NAUGHTY NAUGHTY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 4th 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today was Lana's big day, part of mine too, because our party was TODAY wooohhooo!! We were so excited that some people even wished me two days in advance which was cool. No pun intended. I know you guys thought that we had the same birth dates. Anyway moving on, we drove all around thinking where to shop, because WE really didn't know what to wear or where to buy our stuff. 1u seems like a good place to be at this time of the day. Driving to 1u was not an experience I would put myself through again because it was so HOT and the temperature was killing me. After an easy time looking for a car park, we first decided to eat first because we were kinda hungry. So we poped into the chicken rice shop and had a lil to nibble on. Then it was time to seriously get it going!We needed to look for what we were be going to wear that evening. We visited :Guess, TopMan, Ralph Lauren, Levi's, Extreme, British India, FCUK you name it! Christ couldn't look for anything.Everything I saw in other shops were not that good looking and others that were gorgeous I couldn't afford. C'mon I mean 456dollars for a shirt? Get real! No way Mate. Then I went into Zara and saw a shirt to DIE for! Damnnit!! I was trying and trying and trying to look for anything that would not make me look like a casual day at college. Then this caught my eye and this was it, it was either the pink or the light blueish green. After a lot of debate, Lana:yes, the blue looks good, Sub:Maybe the pink looks more outstanding, Celina:Yea go for the Blue. JEsus!! What do I do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1kAWaivlI/AAAAAAAAARs/k1NumTvRflg/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097340310432955986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1kAWaivlI/AAAAAAAAARs/k1NumTvRflg/s400/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue it was in the END. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hDmaivcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RpqRmvZINq8/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097337067732647362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hDmaivcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RpqRmvZINq8/s400/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The evening that took me the whole day to prepare for. I received tons of calls asking about tonight whereabouts and who's going. Then my Best mate Xue Min, texted me saying that she didn't have any transport there. So I told her to be at the Bangsar LRT station and I would be able to pick you up. But then, plans were changing rapidly because I couldn't get Nick to pick us up. So she decided to come by my house and we could go from there. The best part was that she could come see my room that was the -big hu hah- that was going on and about. We called Nick and asked him what he was going to do because the whole night, he just woke up like 6.30 in the evening. JESUS! what the hell??? party's at 7 and he wakes up at half past six ? Hello?? Anyway after a lot of misunderstanding, he left first ditching me and Min from my house because we were still there, and which was just about 5 minutes away from his house. So transport was bumped! In the end, poor Kin Hoe and Li Yen were the ones to the rescue. Believe it or not? The whole drama that was happening at 'Soulded Out' was unknown to me because I was freaking late for my own party. Lana rang me to tell me that she was going to explode soon because she had no one to share the burden with because after all it was our party. So like always arriving fashionably late was what I was doing. So was Li Yen, Xue Min and Kin Hoe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We entered Souled Out with a big welcome from everybody that was early! Thank you Jesus! It was nice to meet everybody that was texting me the whole day and Lana's friends and also parents and their own friends. YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was so much of embarrassing singing on the chair and the speech! LORD if I didn't have somebody else up there with me and share the humiliation I think I would have died.( Sorry ya'll the pictures are still lost somewhere. I am looking for it, I promise you I'll post it soon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the cake cutting and eating,(I've never had to cut a cake with someone) WOOHOO! We went clubbing. I can't believe I lost my clubbing virginity during our birthday celebration! It was fantastic! The music were great and the scenes were OOOOOWWWW. PEOPLE were HHHAAWWTT woot. Except for some drunk hookers and the occasional party goers that were really partying out - for no freaking reason. They just started to drink and piss and had fun. UNBELIEVABLE! The music was loud and bangin! Warren drove me there and on the way Yih Lin came with us too! Woo hoO!! we were really gonna PARRTAAy! Yih Lin came in a CHIC black dress that made her look way older than what her age is, and we got into Cynna Bar without any problems. All we needed to do was to say &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we were on&lt;/span&gt; SARAH &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; JOSHUA's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guest list and we were in! WOOO HOOO! Gavin opened one bottle and started pouring in down into our throats and Lana's DAD MY GAWD! Opened 3 bottles and started the party. Being the birthday people! We had to be the ones downing a few shots! I have to say, it wasn't actually that bad. Really! I could have gone some more without getting drunk! Really! We were running back and forth from Cynna bar to LOFT. It was AWESOME. It totally mesmerised me when I saw all these people in the club dancing to the beat and having fun. I was in awe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hD2aivdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mzUsG2j8D8E/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097337072027614674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hD2aivdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mzUsG2j8D8E/s400/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warren + Lin , Sorry I think this is the only two pictures that I have of us in the Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hD2aiveI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zMkdtfssV3I/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097337072027614690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hD2aiveI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zMkdtfssV3I/s400/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hEWaivfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7b1Awbc3U9I/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097337080617549298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hEWaivfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7b1Awbc3U9I/s400/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hEmaivgI/AAAAAAAAARE/p5bFrpGfg_A/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097337084912516610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1hEmaivgI/AAAAAAAAARE/p5bFrpGfg_A/s400/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f-2aivXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i9KvtiAu8CU/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097335886616640882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f-2aivXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/i9KvtiAu8CU/s400/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f_GaivYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zicqtm9Otuw/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097335890911608194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f_GaivYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zicqtm9Otuw/s400/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f_GaivZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aN5GghvUxRs/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097335890911608210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f_GaivZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aN5GghvUxRs/s400/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Affiq came in late damn. So he missed a lot of stuff in the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f_WaivaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/t8W3IiGIPwg/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097335895206575522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f_WaivaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/t8W3IiGIPwg/s400/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f_maivbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vSqFQPAAWeo/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097335899501542834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1f_maivbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vSqFQPAAWeo/s400/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b7maivSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dN1O52N22X8/s1600-h/05082007486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097331432735554850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b7maivSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/dN1O52N22X8/s400/05082007486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b72aivTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yuLxphPMUW4/s1600-h/05082007487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097331437030522162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b72aivTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yuLxphPMUW4/s400/05082007487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b8GaivUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xxiN2KWJWvE/s1600-h/05082007488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097331441325489474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b8GaivUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xxiN2KWJWvE/s400/05082007488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b8WaivVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/usa2aqbWdfI/s1600-h/05082007489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097331445620456786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b8WaivVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/usa2aqbWdfI/s400/05082007489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b8maivWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wCyicFD6nKE/s1600-h/05082007491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097331449915424098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1b8maivWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wCyicFD6nKE/s400/05082007491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1Y_WaivNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2UFqxI1cy2E/s1600-h/05082007492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097328198625180882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1Y_WaivNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2UFqxI1cy2E/s400/05082007492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1Y_2aivOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z06M-NBAP4M/s1600-h/05082007493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097328207215115490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1Y_2aivOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z06M-NBAP4M/s400/05082007493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1ZAGaivPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RGcv1UwRtDY/s1600-h/05082007494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097328211510082802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1ZAGaivPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RGcv1UwRtDY/s400/05082007494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1ZAWaivQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6aYk4FwryuM/s1600-h/05082007495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097328215805050114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1ZAWaivQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6aYk4FwryuM/s400/05082007495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1ZAmaivRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PVx9YJyIRk4/s1600-h/05082007496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097328220100017426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1ZAmaivRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PVx9YJyIRk4/s400/05082007496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RrwAhWaivAI/AAAAAAAAANE/1l0ffXDhzHU/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RrwAhmaivBI/AAAAAAAAANM/0IL-uvCzxDA/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096949455524117522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RrwAhmaivBI/AAAAAAAAANM/0IL-uvCzxDA/s400/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RrwAh2aivCI/AAAAAAAAANU/Kt80GcS-pBg/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096949459819084834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RrwAh2aivCI/AAAAAAAAANU/Kt80GcS-pBg/s400/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RrwAiGaivDI/AAAAAAAAANc/1YYW0kvcVnk/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096949464114052146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RrwAiGaivDI/AAAAAAAAANc/1YYW0kvcVnk/s400/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had an AMAZING TIME unforgettable. I would write about all the other XXX stuff that happened that night! But I don't think I should tell. It Wouldn't be nice for some people to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv8lWaiu8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/MK7d415xNDA/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv8lmaiu9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Io2HKdIYdKQ/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv8l2aiu-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/GNLWEYb0nVw/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096945130492050402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv8l2aiu-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/GNLWEYb0nVw/s400/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv5v2aiu2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/WYBVvv4n47E/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv5wWaiu3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/sQTR64_BPy8/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096942012345793394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv5wWaiu3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/sQTR64_BPy8/s400/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, This is only a mere picture of Jia getting drunk. I cannot post all the pictures of him pissing and getting wasted because it wouldn't be so nice.( sorry mates ) however I'm definately doing something about the video that we took! Jia careful! Ha ha ha. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv5wmaiu4I/AAAAAAAAAME/wcqcYf00ZDc/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH GAW, I know what you guys must be thinking. Enough already! I promise, just a little more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 6th 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Inbox was filled with SSSSOOOOOOO many text messages that I had to start deleting them. My mate, Xue Min bless her soul called me at exactly 12 at night to wish me! I felt so touched, but I was already sleeping. My voice I think gave it away when I answered her in that low level monotone. Bless her heart! A for effort Min! After that I really lost track of who was actually first to wish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv5w2aiu5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/arbz0SckPuk/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv2i2aiuyI/AAAAAAAAALU/44ICmdR9ON8/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096938481882676002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv2i2aiuyI/AAAAAAAAALU/44ICmdR9ON8/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv2jWaiuzI/AAAAAAAAALc/zEzjgeNXAOA/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096938490472610610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv2jWaiuzI/AAAAAAAAALc/zEzjgeNXAOA/s400/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv2jmaiu0I/AAAAAAAAALk/AkW9VCsWyuM/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096938494767577922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rrv2jmaiu0I/AAAAAAAAALk/AkW9VCsWyuM/s400/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mag, Sub, Lana, Celina, Fei suprised me with this cake! JESUS christ it was so good I finished it within seconds. Thank you guys. That was really sweet. Although you know what I was thinking when Lana and Fei kept making me avoid the walk to the car with them to deposit our stuff. Sorry Mag, I couldn't find a picture with you on it. But I have the one with your HAWT butt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't know what to name this post because I couldn't exactly put everything in one sentence especially when it's so special. So I think that I am trully blessed to have friends that I can count on and people that care. Thank you guys so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you guys all for coming to the party. Celina, Sub, Glory, Fei thanks ya'll for coming with us to ask and inquire about the place and not forgetting booking the place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A big thank you to Raymond. For the HAWT shirt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarah, Joshua, Gavin, Farhan and Affiq for the crazy time in the club. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, thank you Lana. Couldn't have done this without your help and effort. It was good, sharing a birthday. Happy Birthday once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering where the hell are the pictures from the dinner party. I have to make another promise to you. Ok here goes.... sorry guys for making this soooo long. I will post them up once I've found everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7834604425423200427?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/7834604425423200427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=7834604425423200427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7834604425423200427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7834604425423200427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/08/blessed.html' title='BLESSED.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Rr1sJmaivxI/AAAAAAAAATM/2HPSyyMjUVw/s72-c/DSC00479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-1870104381954502647</id><published>2007-07-28T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T07:01:01.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>Very Lost..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-1870104381954502647?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/1870104381954502647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=1870104381954502647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1870104381954502647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/1870104381954502647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/07/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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-5575577744599718728.post-7962966827023247312</id><published>2007-07-28T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T02:34:17.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotyped.</title><content type='html'>Society is built in so many countries that makes everyone think stereotypically. Tell me how many people in the world isn't stereotypical about something. 'All models are bitches!' / ' Black people have a bigger thingy' or ' Asian men have smaller willies '! Heard of them before? I'm sure that you've at least heard one of them once in your life time or basically everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypes are as old as human culture itself. They reflect ideas that groups of people hold about others who are different from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stereotype can be embedded in single word or phrase such as, "jock" or "nerd", an image, or a combination of words and images. The image evoked is easily recognized and understood by others who share the same views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most stereotypes tend to make us feel superior in some way to the person or group being stereotyped. Stereotypes ignore the uniqueness of individuals by painting all members of a group with the same brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypes can appear in the media because of the biases of writers, directors, producers, reporters and editors. But stereotypes can also be useful to the media because they provide a quick identity for a person or group that is easily recognized by an audience. When deadlines loom, it's sometimes faster and easier to use a stereotype to characterize a person or situation, than it is to provide a more complex explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we ever want to survive Judgement day or the very near Global Warming, I think that the media and mankind have to stop stereotypical thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-7962966827023247312?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/7962966827023247312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=7962966827023247312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7962966827023247312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/7962966827023247312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/07/stereotyped.html' title='Stereotyped.'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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-5575577744599718728.post-121046180734090670</id><published>2007-07-16T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:28:30.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Humans&lt;/span&gt;, very fascinating creatures to be studied as a certain psychologist would say. That's something that I have come to accept and understand. But one of the things though that has yet not caught my attention till now, that is.... how humans can just take something for granted. Especially small little things that you know that is important to your life. Who am I kidding? We take big things in life for granted. How are we suppose to even notice the ones that are tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, is designed so beautifully yet sometimes we don't see what those things that makes it beautiful and wonderful and that is when we take that particular thing for granted. Maybe you wouldn't notice it now, but as you go on and loose that precious thing. You would now know that it is too late to turn back. No matter how much of time you grief and moan over it. It still is going to be going away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to college this year with a mind filled with excitement to meet up with new people! I knew that I was coming into a world that was different in someways than high school. Rest assure that I also knew I would have found new friends. College seemed to me like a whole big sea waiting for something to be discovered and something to be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how many things begin at college but also... many things end at college. For some people, new relationships began to nurture during college. Some relationships however falls apart no matter how long you've taken time to invest and nurture it. Unfortunately, I put myself through yet another time in my life during which i would discover this truth. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the person that I have and am becoming. I had a wonderful group of new friends that we somehow clicked together. I found that they were different in a lot of ways from the friends that I have been with. Somehow, I felt that there was a world out there that I haven't discovered for myself and needed to do so. Exposed to the minds of people of maturity and experience. I was fascinated by it. I couldn't have been able to talk to my friends in high school about driving to college every morning and getting annoyed with other drivers on the road or what clubbing was like. So I naturally was interested in things like that. How humans always want something more that what they have. I became more and more engrossed with my college friends that I slowly began to alienate my schoolmates. My logical reason was, I wasn't getting any text messages or phone calls or any attention whatsoever from anyone of them, so why should I even bother when my college mates were showering me with attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recently, a gathering was held for the saddest occasion of all. My friend Trae was leaving me.(OK, not just me but us)to pursue her career in the fashion world. The get together was fairly good because I found out how distant I grew apart from my high school pals. How I couldn't laugh at the same jokes they make anymore. How I became this new person that has matured and not have much in common with them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me that I have turned into this whole other person. The question was however, do I like this change? Or is it better to rebel against that change? The thought of having my college mates around were great. In a game of card that I was playing with my high school mates. I noticed how I would rather have &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Subha&lt;/span&gt; telling me about Rodney+Roger+Ruben. How I would joke around with &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Glory&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Evvon&lt;/span&gt; and tell them everything about being a bimbo, or having to have cocky talks with&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Celina&lt;/span&gt; and being sarcastic with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; and being able to talk to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lana&lt;/span&gt; just about everything and driving to class with her.Cheering with&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Li Yen&lt;/span&gt;, Or &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mag &lt;/span&gt;telling me endlessly how she misses 'him'. The jokes that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jonz&lt;/span&gt; would make and I would criticize and just being able to hang out with them. The ammount of times &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eng Wei&lt;/span&gt; begged for the 'stuff'. You know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eng Wei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was someone however I didn't seem to get bored with from my high school years. My Best Mate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Trae&lt;/span&gt;, time and luck wasn't on our side because we only had less than 24 hours to hang our together and she got sick after consuming a bad serving of Starbucks. To think that it is renown for it's high quality food and coffee product!! We use to do everything together. We would have endless conversations about her ex-boyfriend and would usually end up with me telling her off to let her ex-boyfriend go. My stuff were hers, and vice verso ( well not everything of hers.) We'd exchange DVD's to watch, I was hooked with ' The O.C' she was with ' One Tree Hill'. Both of us realised that we both liked each others favourite show. So exchanging of DVD's was required. Normally I would be buying them because I'm to much of an addict and she would take them off me. It worked out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got more involved with college and she got involved with her work. We didn't and couldn't spend much time together as often as we could. That I regretted. Falling out on a relationship was something I try not to do. Now that she'll be "Just" hours away. It still feels like miles and miles away. God knows how her relationship with Kenny were on the rocks for many times because of this long distance relationship. What was it going to do for our friendship ? I am waiting to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, humans don't appreciate what they have until it's taken away from them. Until it is too late to turn back and reflect on what you could have done differently. How regretful something like that can make you think of it all day. Treasure your loved ones and never not take advantage of the little time you have with them. You'll never know how precious they are to you until they're taken away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-121046180734090670?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/121046180734090670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=121046180734090670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/121046180734090670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/121046180734090670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone..'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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-5575577744599718728.post-4539757522863147232</id><published>2007-07-10T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T04:31:59.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wimbledon 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; One of my favourite Gram Slams in the world was over in lets say more than three and a half hours. The second dream final which has the world two most talented players of today. Rafael Nadal seed numero dos in the world and Legendary world number one player Roget Federer were playing after the long two weeks of pouring rain in Wimbledon the top two players in the world battle it out yet again in this biggest and most pretigous tennis tournament. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Federer started out the match with an ace! Which started his long streak of aces in this match against the spaniard. But nothing was stopping Nadal from keeping Federer working hard for his first set. Supperior power was shown in the centre court of Wimbledon when these two players were playing. I've never seen any player that determine to go for all the shots before (We're talking about Nadal here, ok maybe Federer too!) The first set could have gone to Raffi but unfortunately at the last of the tie break, Federer won nine points to seven. CHRIST!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     As the second set continued, Federer started to be slightly relaxed as he lost the first game with Nadal leading the set. MY GAWD! But that wasn't just it! Federer got back onto his feet and started knocking Nadal back. That didn't last long when Nadal took the second set beating Federer six games to four. Nadal's win over the second set boosted his confidence as he went on with the third set. Again, it went on so well that it had to go into tie-break. That gave the advantage to Federer because Federer rarely loses in tie breaks. Shit, That made it very hard for Nadal. So he lost the third set which made it two sets to one. DAMN IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     At last, during the close end of the match, the last two sets were the highlights of the match. There was one ball that will go down in history. A shot by Nadal, that was called out but not with the magic eye(it's a camera machine that can reanact a shot and tell whether it was in or out) Nadal challenged it and got it right, because the tip of the ball grazed right on the line which tells us that it was in. Federer lost his sanity as he started yelling at the umpire about how ridiculous that was. I cannot believe you think that ball was in! Are you looking properly? This Game is killing me. I want that machine turned off! That machine is wrong!!! SHIT! he yelled as he threw his towel down on the floor. With that, Federer lost total confidence and lost the fourth set to Nadal. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YAYYYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; This totally gave nadal his confidence back and started to play properly, but time took it's toll on both the players as they both were equally knackard. Federer served up the first set and then won the last set with ease, he knelt down to his knees with joy and started tearing up because he has broken Bjorn Borg's record of having five Wimbledon championship title under his belt. Sad case, Rafael was totally worned out and so sad over the lost he was so quite!! Damn!! Roger is continuing his win of having 11 Grand Slam titles under his belt and is trying to beat Pete Sampras off his record of having 14 Championship titles.... 'ala RAFFI!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085526772267580546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNrp7S_fII/AAAAAAAAALE/vNVJQwZHebA/s400/_42478606_fedwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2007 Wimbledon Men Single's Champion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085526772267580562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNrp7S_fJI/AAAAAAAAALM/F_hmM4O4d1E/s400/_42478514_nadal3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadal had to be treated by a trainer as he had a small knee injury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085526484504771666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNrZLS_fFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TCvRFxNwzIw/s400/_42477876_aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Champion and runner up pose for the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085526484504771682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNrZLS_fGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hmRcLlSobIU/s400/_42478078_aa5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rafael, after his shot was called out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085526484504771698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNrZLS_fHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Gr4KfFM5huo/s400/_42478510_fedwin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The winning shot was a smash to the ground made by Federer won him the title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085524581834259458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNpqbS_fAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6cWYwaGsbWk/s400/_42477956_borg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bjorn Borg , Four time Wimbledon champion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085524581834259474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNpqbS_fBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UGbD7Ha_l9E/s400/_42477968_federer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Federer returning with a backhand shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085524586129226786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNpqrS_fCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BGSwbxMZbZo/s400/_42478112_nadal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadal Struggled with this shot by Federer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085524586129226802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNpqrS_fDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Jl0pG1ya8to/s400/_42477888_aa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fedex started the match with an ace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085524586129226818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNpqrS_fEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1sg-6XVXHJE/s400/_42477958_nadal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nadal with Joy after he won the fourth set!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-4539757522863147232?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/4539757522863147232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=4539757522863147232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4539757522863147232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/4539757522863147232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/07/wimbledon-2007.html' title='Wimbledon 2007'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RpNrp7S_fII/AAAAAAAAALE/vNVJQwZHebA/s72-c/_42478606_fedwin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-315231538580803850</id><published>2007-07-07T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T04:55:19.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07 / 07 / 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I don't know why?? but I can't seem to click onto the title head on top! SO I guess I'm gonna have to go on without a title. Right, I'll apologize for the lack of posts that I've not been putting up. As Fei says (People that blog have no lives!) Really Fei??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOBODY could avoid Monday blues.. as we all turned up late to class! All of us!! Periods were as boring as usual! Mr. Teoh couldn't be more enthusiastic when he was telling us about religion and GOD. We decided to go to sunway pyramid right after because Celina had some date with Jia. Apparently both of them had a deal together to eat ice-cream or something, Baskin Robins to be exact. So we head to sunway pyramid right after class and met Jia on the way. We ended up in 'Rain Forrest' Marx's place to have a drink and chill. Later On decided to watch &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; but it was too late for Lana and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084461285370723314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro-imbS_e_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZsHskIURMNE/s400/group42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next big thing I heard was that the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/span&gt; were having a &lt;strong&gt;REUNION. &lt;/strong&gt;OH MY GAAAAWWWWDD!!! Thats so Awesome!! No matter where I am at that period of time when they're having their COMEback! I'm definately buying tickets to see their show. You can even register online. &lt;a href="http://www.thespicegirls.com/"&gt;http://www.thespicegirls.com/&lt;/a&gt;. WOOOOHHHHHH HHOOOHHH!!THE HOTTEST BRITISH all girl band IS coming back with a BANG!!! &lt;em&gt;Girl Power IS BACK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084460958953208802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro-iTbS_e-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JtuvvZpv3gg/s400/764_765_Spice_Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;News just gets better and better!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming to KL performing live at the Bukit Jalil Indoor Stadium during August!! I can only imagine the animosity and the exitement that she'll put out for us! We'll be screaming out lungs out for most of her singles that has took the world by storm. The title of the tour is 'The Sweet Escape' but I'm not a hundread percent positive that she'll be performing any of her NO DOUBT numbers. But no doubt that her concert will be sold out here in KL. Especially when she's coming on the month of my birthday. YAY!!!! I would Kill anyone to get those tickets.... ermm well not anyone really.. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084460465031969746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro-h2rS_e9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ltaxdnix7cA/s400/360x360_cd_stefani_sweetescape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084459258146159554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro-gwbS_e8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/EH-POqkqGhQ/s400/Gwen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stars of hollywood is taking my label very seriously!! here are some of the things that they have said!!! Hey I didn't know my Blog title was EVERYWHERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084458811469560754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro-gWbS_e7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/cMoKM9t7x4s/s320/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Lana went to the gym on Wednesday just to release a little energy and strength. It was so easy going on a Wednesday because it was practically empty. The whole room I mean, nobody was there and we had the whole gym to ourselves!! But we didn't take any pictures this time, those pictures that you see are the ones we took last week!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084457810742180770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro-fcLS_e6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/fP9wCcahwfs/s400/Ciara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitz.fm cruisers came to our college and gave us a few freebies just at the entrance of the college. When we were just about to walk to them. I was thinking to myself that there's no way in hell that I'm even going to stand a chance to win anything from them because the crowed this time was huge and I mean HUGE. Because the last time they came, it was just me, Subha and Evvon with a couple of kiddies. Jesus I thought, can we just walk away right now because there's really no chance of me winning anything. FYI, they were giving away hot magazines and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ciara's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; latest album - &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evolution. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There I was waiting in line for them to give away that album. On top of that, they were also giving away Hugo Boss's latest fragrance. Unfortunately, you had to eat and swallow food without chewing as fast as you can! Imagine that, how many crazy people would do that! Oh yeah - that guy who actually won it! He was stuffing them snickers down his throat and downing a can of Coke or something. He ended up winning. sigh... That was not it, then Ean and Azura were about to give away Ciara's CD. Christ what were they going to ask us to do for it this time.??? Ean: Ok who can tell me what time do Me and Azura go on air. I quickly raised up my hand saying eight o'clock while all the other students were mumbling 7, 3, 4, 10 in the morning. Jesus! was I the only one who knew this?? After a lot of time screaming for the CD, Azura pointed to me whn she heard me saying 8. Azura(looking at Ean and pointing at me) : hey that guy has got it right! Ean: WHO??? you, what time is it that you said?? Me: eight o'clock!!!! Ean: COngratulations!! Here's your CD!! YAYYY!! That made my day!! After losing the Enrique CD the last time, I made it up by having CIARA'S!! BOOOO YA'LL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the week by playing a game of counter strike with Fei, Lana, Evvon, Subha as terrorist. Glory, Mag, Ivan, Aaron, Dexter and Celina as Counter. It was so easy to kill Celina because she would be the one that doesn't know how to reload her gun!! HAHA!!! No offence Celina, but once I see her reloading her gun! Christ!! how funny it was!! LMAO! Lana is getting better and better at her game by killing Aaron loads of times! Me however turned out to be the one with the highest number of killings!! WOOHHOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, Princess Diana of Wales had a Concert dedicated just for her! They had pop stars from generations like : Duran Duran, Tom Jones and Elton John to Artists of today, Fergie, James Morrison, Natasha Beddingfield, Lily Allen and the latest group that has made a comeback - Take That. Princess, Rest In Peace. NOt only did you touch the heart of the people of the world, you also touch the people of the UNfortunate. God bless you. You will always be remembered for not only your beauty but your heart of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;. WE love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084456492187220882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro-ePbS_e5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/d5MrabMq_EI/s400/Diana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-315231538580803850?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/315231538580803850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=315231538580803850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/315231538580803850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/315231538580803850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/07/07-07-07-ok-i-dont-know-why-but-i-cant.html' title='07 / 07 / 07'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro-imbS_e_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZsHskIURMNE/s72-c/group42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-9089123079487343277</id><published>2007-06-29T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:21:13.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way We Are!!!</title><content type='html'>The past week we've been to this moral studies class which basically wastes all our time and energy to wake up and attend the class! It's so dull and filled with boredom!!! But We however took ever advantage of it to make it an even better day for all of us! Yes you've guessed it right! What do people do when they're really really bored out of their freaking MIND??? Camwhore and take more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I spoke to another friend of mine that I haven't spoken to in a long time and she read my blog saying that I'm much more of a writer than a person that posts pictures! I'm here to prove that I also can post pictures in my blogs... LOTS of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084323210762091362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro8lBbS_e2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/eQs7p57pEXM/s400/DSC00944+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For ya'll sorry... these are the hidden pictures and missing ones that I eventually found!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084323219352025970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro8lB7S_e3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/2Q0qbPJu0zM/s400/DSC00954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, Don't ask. Don't tell either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084323223646993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro8lCLS_e4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/gHjpVPcyogk/s400/DSC00947+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Von was looking at the camera, but subha, glory and eng wei! CHRIST! What were you guys looking at??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082254629958286114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RofLqLS_eyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VxuibJrW44o/s400/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok this seriously is a picture that I just found!! It's another picture of Lana *posing for the camera* (herself)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082254634253253426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RofLqbS_ezI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KUx9iwI2NF4/s400/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On this one, it was the only picture that worked out!! Look at Sub always not smiling with her teeth!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082254638548220738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RofLqrS_e0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fUXsVnYEFlE/s400/28062007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, I know what you must be thinking!! What in the name of mother of christ this picture is about! Here goes... it's actually a picture of Lana posing *again*, and of me taking a picture of her posing and of Celing taking a picture of ME taking a picture of Lana posing while Evvon took the picture!! WHOOOHH!! I hope I got that right!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082254642843188050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RofLq7S_e1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Z1A2XZ8pIQE/s400/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Li Yen, Me and Lana this time taking this photo opportunity really seriously! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081780980964883218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoYc4LS_exI/AAAAAAAAAIM/t07JMPAcgVc/s320/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was the end result for that picture below!!! Sad Case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081774633003219650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoYXGrS_esI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Zg_oxYrMcNU/s400/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I need a shoulder to cry on!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081774637298186962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoYXG7S_etI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fN2BBVsgd4Q/s400/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fei probably thinking that this pictures is about him, but really it's actually the guy in the black oversized jacket is the one that has got GLORY's attention!! woot!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081774641593154274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoYXHLS_euI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mhDKFRSJ2sw/s400/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glory and sub, pretty nice picture huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081487428540136034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUR5LS_emI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oE2CLhIn60U/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was one of the pictures that me and Li Yen took. Look at Lana trying to get into our picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081487432835103346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUR5bS_enI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IA2ZnaE9gvg/s320/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's quite a poser! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081487437130070658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUR5rS_eoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JV9jOoml2YE/s320/DSC00366.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eng Wei trying to pose on his phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081487441425037970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUR57S_epI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eoIUWK6nUOg/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they were all getting ready for a shoot, this is actually what happens! they're all getting ready and trying to look good for the camera! So don't be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081485641833740818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUQRLS_ehI/AAAAAAAAAGM/h55Fo7RYXuE/s400/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marx was sitting far away from us just so that he can be with his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081485646128708130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUQRbS_eiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/I7Grf5N7EKw/s400/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fei was this bored with our Moral studies class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081485650423675442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUQRrS_ejI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aKbOHi_LE0M/s400/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not when GLORY's around he's not bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081485654718642754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUQR7S_ekI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OjCEMs_x0-M/s400/DSC00352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glory, Evvon and Wei trying their best to impress me in front of the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081485659013610066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUQSLS_elI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6LadgVnofEQ/s400/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magg and I wanting to look good in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081483850832378306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUOo7S_ecI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jXQI5W7TOJQ/s400/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glory! OTK is not here right now, why are you trying to a-c-t cute?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081483855127345618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUOpLS_edI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tybWx9_z1Jc/s400/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were trying out this picture, but Chi Khan what are you doin???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081483859422312930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUOpbS_eeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IbK-i-G7-20/s400/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celina found her new belly button ring VERY exiting and also painful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081483868012247538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUOp7S_efI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vYWXZzeMLtc/s400/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both of us were bored out of our freaking minds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081483872307214850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUOqLS_egI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fzuPDdN1slI/s400/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celina, posing for??? the camera loves you...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081481883737356674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUM2bS_eYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/l8MMHRRqrGY/s400/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evvon, Celina and Lana acting very very very CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081481888032323986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUM2rS_eZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gK5n9yy_wMM/s400/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sub and I were trying to get a great picture!!! But who in the name of lord is that??? Fei is that chu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081481896622258594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUM3LS_eaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1EJaPBKthtk/s400/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was how boring Our class was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081481896622258610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoUM3LS_ebI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s5l1YM48mtE/s400/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The camera Never stops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081479951002073394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoULF7S_eTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gk3l_Ly53fI/s400/28062007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glory and Me getting the hang of the camera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081479959592008002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoULGbS_eUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nyRTzWzO4ok/s400/DSC00074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok this shot was actually of Lana taking a picture of (Me and Glory) taking picture of ourselves and Evvon looking at a camera. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081479968181942626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoULG7S_eWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WsJaljSates/s400/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sub, what are you sucking on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081479976771877234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RoULHbS_eXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IuNoSmqrxpQ/s400/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I didn't know that Eng Wei was actually looking, while Fei was getting really excited with the shot. &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/5575577744599718728-9089123079487343277?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/9089123079487343277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=9089123079487343277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/9089123079487343277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/9089123079487343277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/06/way-we-are.html' title='Way We Are!!!'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/Ro8lBbS_e2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/eQs7p57pEXM/s72-c/DSC00944+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-8407455964557413005</id><published>2007-06-20T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:24:21.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Escape</title><content type='html'>I know it sounds very dodgy, but yeah. I kinda thought of this post before putting it on and whether to tell all of you guys really what happen with my experience or not. I decided that this blog, has many raw materials that I've let go and tell the world. So I don't think it's nessesary to hide this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, I had a fight with that Son of A B**** again. What amazes me is his ability to talk nothing but utter SHIT. I wish I could really go into details of what our conversation was, but I don't think that can happen because honestly I was singing to Fergie's Big girls don't cry when he was yelling very loud about him not being a fool! I decided not to let him talk anymore shit and say that the reason I don't like to talk to him is because he comes home with this BLACK face and makes everyone think that they've done something wrong. I finally said that I don't wanna talkt to him because I can't stand him anymore. I went upstairs made a few calls out to ask if anyone was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave up because I didn't want to trouble anybody. It came to my mind that Marx told me he was hospitalized because he had some sort of ermm problem with his stomach, some infection that was causing him so much of pain pain and misery. So I decided that I should be there for the night and that this was a chance for me to escape this nightmare that I've just been through! I packed my stuff and thought of every possible way of getting to the hospital! You'd never guess what, a freaking cab! It was the best thing to do. I got into a cab and asked the driver whether he knows how to get to the hospital. Yes, he replied. Ok fine I thought, maybe he wasn't a freak afterall. On the way there, Mina started to ring me non-stop, but I didn't want her to know where I was going to I just didn't pick up. She even sent me a text asking me to come home*bless her*. In this whole fiasco, the only thing I could think of was how much I hate him and How much I actually wish he didn't exist. My mind was filled with nothing but despise against him. That is why I didn't wanna look back and think about anything that was related to him. I started thinking about just getting a job that will ensure my survival for the fittest. I thought about all kinds of places that I thought that I could stay at! My ultimate decision was whether to stop college and persue this life ahead of me. The decision was mine to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off the cab, walked straight to the entrance only to find out that I have to use the emergency entrance because VISITING hours was way wayyyy over! Running into the emergency room and looking for the ward that Marx was in was really easy, I just asked one of the kind ladies to do me a favour and poof there I was at the 3rd floor room 383A frontdoor. I knocked the door and walked in halfway in tears because of what just happen and something I didn't anticipated was there. Marx's both parents and sister that just came back from Australia. *Jesus Christ i thought* What was I gonna say to them? If they ask me what happen and why am I here that late and in such a messy situation??? -Calm down I thought, just act as nonchalant as possible and as cool as possible. I just told them that my parents knew where I was and they're ok with me being here! Ok that's it! So they were kinda relieved that I was there because Marx was being a baby, asking everyone or someone to stay the night with him. Naturally they thought of me as the sacrificial lamb. Marx's mother: Oh look, Brian's here he can stay here with you tonight alright! Christ I thought, first thing that she could think of was that I should stay with him. Maybe it was a good idea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the explaining and tears again explaining it to Marx, I finally calmed down when Glory called. She tried to tell me that I should be safe and look for Raymond for any help. Then my friend Trae called, explaining it to her again I lost it again as tears poured down my eyes!*When the F*** is this ever going to end* I thought to myself. She was so niced and offered her place to stay if anything or everything couldn't work out! Jesus, what the hell did I do to deserve such a friend. Our conversation ended with her talking to Marx. Never would I thought that I would be at that hospital chair watching Zathura half way falling asleep. It was so uncomfortable the whole night, I kept waking up from hearing the emergency button ring by itself, yes that experiece was scary! At one point Marx was staring at me thinking that I was the one that pushed the button, but when we saw it with our own eyes that it rang by itself, I just shut my eyes hard so that whatever that was there that I couldn't see or if I could see, I just didn't want to know.(The emergency button is to alert the nurse if the patient needs anything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at about 9 in the morning, the nurses kept coming in and out of our room to make Marx take them medicines but they kept going out again because Marx was still asleep. We went downstairs to have the most disgusting chicken rice breakfast that the both of us ever had. His mother came and checked him out so we got into her car and went back to his place. Mina kept texting me asking me to come home, but I kept avoiding trying to text her back. My sister text me asking me to come back and I finally thought I didn't wanna trouble anyone anymore. Marx was in a dilemma of whether to watch Fantastic four with his sister or not! We got off at One-U and the chaufer droped me back home... the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it, my sweet escape ended back where everything started. It was really good to feel &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; for a moment there! Honestly I have never felt that rush of adrenaline thinking when am iI going to get that text message asking what time I'm coming home or how I'm coming home!So yeah, if you ask me a part of me felt like a big weight has been lift off my shoulders. Although it was short lived and very dramatic, a wise cousin told me once, EDUCATION = FREEDOM. I finally believed in it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-8407455964557413005?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/8407455964557413005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=8407455964557413005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8407455964557413005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/8407455964557413005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweet-escape.html' title='The Sweet Escape'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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-5575577744599718728.post-5963886053836091823</id><published>2007-06-17T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:55:49.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV Movie Awards 2007</title><content type='html'>The MTV Movie Awards 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Silverman is officially a host and the BIGGEST B**** at the MTV MOVIE Awards. I know this Award Ceremony has been long shown on tv, but I just caught it on MTV and lemme tell ya. Sarah if you're out there, I hope the next time yr choking down on coke or drugs or doing anything minor misdemeanor, you'll get caught and sent straight into JAIL and *hopefully* longer than Paris. Oh yeah the other co-host... what's his name, Jesus he's such a LOSER I even forgot his name. Puh-leez if you're announced from somebody that you're going to jail wouldn't u be offended. For the rest of the crowd, SHAME ON YOU. Hollywood... I don't believe what I've just saw. One of the main Icon is going to jail, but instead of showing your support you guys laugh, clap and ridicule her. Is this what it is about??? So, the next time Jack Nickolson, Matt Damon or Jennifer Aniston gets sent into jail, I wouldn't be suprised if you guys just sat there withour doing anything to help or support them. Tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, Hang in there... SOME of us are still there for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYtzE_8rrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/INk7-5Lk1xI/s1600-h/xin_5604042622505931534520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077295985445351090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYtzE_8rrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/INk7-5Lk1xI/s400/xin_5604042622505931534520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the B**** that I was talking about, wow it's the s** issue, it should be called the S-L-U-T issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYtzU_8rsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SoeV8VmqENs/s1600-h/_43004365_mtv_paris_ap_gall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077295989740318402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYtzU_8rsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SoeV8VmqENs/s400/_43004365_mtv_paris_ap_gall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paris Hilton, making her way into the MTV Movie Awards 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077264610709253794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYRQ0_8rqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i4Nr9EiVQI4/s400/DSC00258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYtzU_8rsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SoeV8VmqENs/s1600-h/_43004365_mtv_paris_ap_gall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Alvey and Subha, I've taken a picture with Alvey too, but I can't post it up because we both look like freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYP6U_8rpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/95tsabZwRw4/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077263124650569362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYP6U_8rpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/95tsabZwRw4/s400/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the junk that i had in my room.*christ* I can't believe how much of CRAP I've had in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYIZ0_8rlI/AAAAAAAAADc/NKGIlD4WP4Q/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077254869723426386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYIZ0_8rlI/AAAAAAAAADc/NKGIlD4WP4Q/s400/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the groupie. Look how everybody looks like they're on ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;(especially Marx.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYIaE_8rmI/AAAAAAAAADk/eGe-zo-qFpE/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077254874018393698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYIaE_8rmI/AAAAAAAAADk/eGe-zo-qFpE/s400/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before they went into the kareoke room. Posers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYIaE_8rnI/AAAAAAAAADs/s-4-L2EW-14/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077254874018393714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYIaE_8rnI/AAAAAAAAADs/s-4-L2EW-14/s400/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Glory and Sub in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-5963886053836091823?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/5963886053836091823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=5963886053836091823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5963886053836091823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5963886053836091823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/06/mtv-movie-awards-2007.html' title='MTV Movie Awards 2007'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnYtzE_8rrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/INk7-5Lk1xI/s72-c/xin_5604042622505931534520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-5490587676034321630</id><published>2007-06-17T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T06:01:03.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday LIN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is the 17th of June, which is also the day my dear friend Yih Lin celebrates her 17th birthday. She's so far away from me but yet... we remain close. I set my alarm for eight in the morning thinking it's eight hours back british time. How wrong was I!!! When I was in Coventry in January, eight hours back was the actual time for us. But since she's in Oundle seven hours is just about it. That is because there are NO MORE daylightsavings and during winter it's 8 hours back*sorry* I stupidly sent her a text to wish her happy birthday thinking that i would be the first to wish her in british time, little did i know that i was an hour late and it was going on to 15 to 1 in the morning for her. *KILL ME RIGHT NOW* For me to get something right it just like waiting for freaking snow in Malaysia. Thankfully she was still awake and she replied me. YAY A-for effort! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, This goes out to LIN! All the way from Malaysia, HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY. HAVE Fun and ENJOY summer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnUhb0_8rkI/AAAAAAAAADU/xPTjuXyQ9bg/s1600-h/P1000165copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077000916897148482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnUhb0_8rkI/AAAAAAAAADU/xPTjuXyQ9bg/s400/P1000165copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;F.Y.I: This is Lin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lin, i know i have taken yr picture from yr blog. I couldn't find any that had me and you in it. Especially with yr new hair do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summer comes and goes very quickly because it will be FUN! TAKE advantage of the sun and get an AMAZING TAN!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Paris Hilton is still in jail *yikes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5575577744599718728-5490587676034321630?l=wellsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/feeds/5490587676034321630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5575577744599718728&amp;postID=5490587676034321630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5490587676034321630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5575577744599718728/posts/default/5490587676034321630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellsay.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-lin.html' title='Happy Birthday LIN!!'/><author><name>We'll Say</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15830179416658380292</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnUhb0_8rkI/AAAAAAAAADU/xPTjuXyQ9bg/s72-c/P1000165copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5575577744599718728.post-5711038019596374279</id><published>2007-06-15T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:14:33.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The O.C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnKYn0_8rjI/AAAAAAAAADM/65opba0Djy8/s1600-h/113184900l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076287540009152050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnKYn0_8rjI/AAAAAAAAADM/65opba0Djy8/s320/113184900l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I meant to post this picture earlier but i didn't have the chance to. This is us NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076281501285133858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CG-F-TZ_-fo/RnKTIU_8riI/AAAAAAAAADE/p_AjmXrfwb8/s320/The%2520OC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The O.C season four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lacking one of the most important element in the show, which was - Mischa Barton. Yes, it was sad to see her die in the end of season 3, but this time... The O.C couldn't handle the rate of the ratings that has droped dramatically since Mischa left the show. From more that 17 million viewers to less than 3 million, The O.C is set to GO to THE DOOM. Fans of 'The O.C' can say goodbye to each of the star
