<?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-2652131029373826314</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:22:44.172+08:00</updated><category term='video'/><category term='graphics'/><category term='milk tea'/><category term='virtual barbershop'/><category term='tohoshinki'/><category term='credit: cablegraph'/><category term='wesc headphones'/><category term='park yoochun'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='musings'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>peachin-paris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-239373871922609225</id><published>2009-10-16T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:35:40.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>construction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SITE IS CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PARDON ITS HIDEOUS &amp;amp; BARE LAYOUT FOR THE MOMENT. 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-239373871922609225?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/239373871922609225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/239373871922609225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/07/site-is-currently-under-construction.html' title='construction.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-536318577832361704</id><published>2009-10-16T16:02:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:04:11.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tohoshinki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>melody and harmony~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;14th October 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/Sth523m0jFI/AAAAAAAAACo/MUlCEqcMG8E/s1600-h/always+keep+the+faith.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/Sth523m0jFI/AAAAAAAAACo/MUlCEqcMG8E/s320/always+keep+the+faith.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been an emotional wreck for the past few days. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't felt like this ever since th- Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;And I HAVE NOT SLEPT FOR 2 DAYS STRAIGHT YO. /weeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god Ren helped me out a bit there.&lt;br /&gt;We were both having a hard time, but we sought comfort by chatting and rambling nonsensical, crack-worthy stuff the all night long. n__n&lt;br /&gt;That's right, *nods head* we kept each other company the entire night. ^w^V&lt;br /&gt;Chatted for like, lemme see... almost 7 hours straight. =.=" (12am til about 7 in the morning. oh yeaa. coffee helped much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really meant a lot to me that Ren kept me company when insomnia was attacking me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, bb. I just needed someone there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Made me smile like a whacko and laugh like a hysterical hyena on crack throughout the night. 8DD♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Toast to the sushi chefs cum coffeemates yo~ (^0^)/♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll dedicate an entire blog post about our convo the next time. LOLL&lt;br /&gt;(Imagine, a convo ranging from plotting a president's murder to make sushi, to plucking a hobbits' leg hair for a wig, to an intense discussion about the &lt;strike&gt;rapist&lt;/strike&gt; man in my icon, to wiping drool on legolas' hair, &lt;strike&gt;to ren wanting to rape dear su-ie in his sleep,&lt;/strike&gt; to laughing our asses off at oguri shun's sunken boobs, to narrating our own movie, featuring us, chunster and su-ie, and minniekins as the narrator/director and gandalf as the lightings director and much, much MOARR. oh, and we'd dumped golem's body in a trashcan somewhere along the way too. yep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentoring's today. I hope I can at least put up a bright smile for the kids. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk why, but I've been listening to COLORS ～Melody and Harmony～ on repeat for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's become my theme song for these emo times or something. /dramatic le sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Must be my sentimental, emotional side. bleaah.&lt;br /&gt;I just find the melody and lyrics to be so... soothing for my frazzled mind.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the lyrics, its simple yet so honest, endearing and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The song won me over with these few lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if just for one second&lt;br /&gt;We could stop all the tears in the world&lt;br /&gt;And turn them into smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "My life is wonderful" part hit me real hard. I reflected on a lot of things. It made me realise that whaddaya know, yes, my life IS wonderful. I am blessed and fortunate to be living this life. The problems that we face are just teeny weeny nitpicks. We have to always keep the faith^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I present to you, COLORS ～Melody and Harmony～ by Jejung &amp;amp; Yuchun (from Tohoshinki).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;YES. TOHOSHINKI IS DBSK, AND DBSK IS TOHOSHINKI. TOHOSHINKI= JAP SONGS, DBSK=KOREAN SONGS)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ohh yeaa, Yoochun wrote the lyrics but both Jaejoong and Yoochun composed the song. I'm so awfully proud of them. /sobs. FYI, this single was #1 on the Oricon Daily AND Weekly Charts! See? The freakishly ex single which I bought helped them to get #1 on the charts, yo. /is slapped, punched and bricked by Cassies and Bigeast screaming; WE also bought the single too, yo!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention Chunster's American accented engrish. It's soo umfff. Ren would totally agree with me. &lt;strike&gt;his engrish befuddles us all. i'm trying my best to understand it.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: COLORS ～Melody and Harmony～&lt;br /&gt;Artist: JEJUNG &amp;amp; YUCHUN (from Tohoshinki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHCm59sPiWg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHCm59sPiWg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunster's the dark-haired one, Jae's the brownish-blonde-kind-of-thing-haired one. Capish?&lt;br /&gt;Oh Chunface, waii so umff here? &lt;strike&gt;i'm forever grateful he chopped off his freakishly longg hair.&amp;nbsp; /bites hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I FREAKING MISS SEEING DBSK TOGETHER&lt;/strike&gt;. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATION (Beautiful lyrics. I've got nothing else to say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, somewhere, someone is in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling alone and passing through a sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;Until light shines on that heart&lt;br /&gt;We'll embrace these prayers together&lt;br /&gt;Like a melody and harmony in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to make a difference for someone&lt;br /&gt;Although all we can do is something small,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if just for one second&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We could stop all the tears in the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And turn them into smiles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll continue loving and continue walking,&lt;br /&gt;Believing that these overflowing feelings will reach someone&lt;br /&gt;We met before we were born&lt;br /&gt;And we felt that we'd search for our dreams together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm wrapped up in the glittering sound,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to forget all the sadness&lt;br /&gt;Melody and harmony. you've always been by my side&lt;br /&gt;Giving me courage and hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you&lt;br /&gt;And always thank you&lt;br /&gt;These shining feelings were gifts from you&lt;br /&gt;You taught me that we can support each other&lt;br /&gt;Watch over each other and told me that I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put the love we share on the melody&lt;br /&gt;We want to continue conveying it, always and forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music is my life&lt;br /&gt;For you, for your smile&lt;br /&gt;Because we have such a strong bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life is wonderful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever, forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll continue loving and continue walking,&lt;br /&gt;Believing that these overflowing feelings will reach someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you&lt;br /&gt;And always thank you&lt;br /&gt;These shining feelings were gifts from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put the love we share on the melody&lt;br /&gt;We want to continue conveying it&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, somewhere, someone is in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling alone and passing through a sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;Until light shines on that heart&lt;br /&gt;We'll embrace these prayers together&lt;br /&gt;Like a melody and harmony in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I miss them uberly much,&lt;br /&gt;Title: MIROTIC&lt;br /&gt;Artist: DBSK (yesh, jejung &amp;amp; yuchun from above are from dbsk/tohoshinki 8DD~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SPOT TEH MICKY? (aka yoochun/chunster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;bowl cut dude with the concave arse there&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fEH1ZAmfhFo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fEH1ZAmfhFo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmfft. the hair. the dance. the muscles. 'nuff said. #1 song (and album!) in Korea, Japan, Taiwan, Thailand and China. woooo~&lt;br /&gt;/dies at 2:02. i know for a fact that my &lt;strike&gt;pervy&lt;/strike&gt; sis repeated that part loads of times. it should be a sin for a guy to possess hips like those. O___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this has got to be my favourite-est screencap of the MV. Its picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SthJrcgaLzI/AAAAAAAAACg/UCThzfhMi5w/s1600-h/DBSK-Mirotic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SthJrcgaLzI/AAAAAAAAACg/UCThzfhMi5w/s320/DBSK-Mirotic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: cablegraph@LJ for original banner.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; banner wordings added and tweaked by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-536318577832361704?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/536318577832361704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/536318577832361704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/10/melody-and-harmony.html' title='melody and harmony~'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/Sth523m0jFI/AAAAAAAAACo/MUlCEqcMG8E/s72-c/always+keep+the+faith.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-8060038399983965837</id><published>2009-09-17T02:47:00.048+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:25:30.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>again &amp; again &amp; again &amp;....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;16th Sept 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;/lowers head in shame.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 took the wrong train &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;twice&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/runs and hides in corner. sobs. tis so sad T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen again? /cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so&amp;nbsp;I admit,&amp;nbsp;I spaced out during my entire train ride. &lt;br /&gt;And ended up at Marina Bay. The last stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was even subjected to a 7 minutes waiting time for the train to &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;depart ._.&amp;nbsp; /rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet everyone's laughing their asses off at me now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all, the worse has yet to come. /blanche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the 7 minutes waiting time, I dropped off at Raffles Place Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my haste, I blindly crossed and took the train on the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprise, surprise, I had boarded the wrong train.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; (took pasir ris instead of joo koon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's seriously something wrong with me. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think that I'm either cursed (yea, right.) or a sad case of a klutz ._.&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&amp;nbsp;broke my fast alone at home today T^T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-8060038399983965837?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/8060038399983965837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/8060038399983965837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/09/again-again-again.html' title='again &amp; again &amp; again &amp;....'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-235294885164327862</id><published>2009-09-17T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:32:32.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>we ♥ spamming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;15th Sept 09 (continuation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.32am.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished chatting with my online LJ friend :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;She lives in freaking rich Brunei.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not on msn, but on her LJ itself. Massive spammage ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our entire convo consisted of us typing stuff like; /rolls, XDD, ♥♥♥, rawr, fainting, :3,&lt;br /&gt;*coughINSERTRANDOMWORDcough*, /blowing kissies (i got glow in the dark ones!),&lt;br /&gt;loads of CAPSLOCK, &amp;lt;333, exchanging email add etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, all teh good stuff. Which was pretty hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep, she asked for my email cos she wanted to show me something sometime soon. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, not porn.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere along our twisted messages, I started calling her mastah. :x&lt;br /&gt;We've been discussing about bunnies ever since. 8DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-235294885164327862?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/235294885164327862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/235294885164327862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-spamming.html' title='we ♥ spamming.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-716084151534583702</id><published>2009-09-17T02:18:00.078+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:39:08.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>unleashed: auntie fangirls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15th Sept 09&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dined at Cavana with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda sad just to&amp;nbsp;have the two of us breaking fast together :x&lt;br /&gt;And Cavana's cashier service was &lt;strike&gt;lousy&lt;/strike&gt;mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;You made my mom order the wrong dish, cashier girl. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our nice, lil dinner, my mom &lt;strike&gt;dragged&lt;/strike&gt;convinced me to accompany her to NTUC to get some groceries.&lt;br /&gt;So, blah blah, we shopped and then queued at the counter till it was (finally!) our turn to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first item that&amp;nbsp;cashier lady&amp;nbsp;scanned was the "teens" mag which I randomly bought. &lt;br /&gt;Just cos I was bored. (okay okay, fine.&amp;nbsp;I bought it cos a teeny weeny section featured Micky's Gelato shop. happy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lo and behold, cashier lady started saying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I chop dis one already. Dis middle one." *points finger to dis middle one's face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaw wide, I stared incredulously at her. What the he- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then my mom went, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; " *shakes head* No no no. Tsk. I chop him first, already~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As to which cashier lady replied,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh okay. Then I reserve him ah. I don't want the rest! I just want dis one. DIS one. *points&amp;nbsp;and giggles*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No~ Cannot *shakes finger side to side* I see him first *giggles girlishly*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they continued fussing and fangirling over the dude on the cover of the mag for a little over 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;/sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog, you should have seen them.&lt;br /&gt;Picture this; two &lt;strong&gt;LOUD&lt;/strong&gt; aunties shamelessly squabbling and fangirling over a &lt;em&gt;younger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man they're gaga about ._.&lt;br /&gt;At the cash counter. With many people queueing behind. &lt;em&gt;Staring&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to control my laughter. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the NTUC with my face red from teh laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: NEVER buy a mag when it has the Boys Over Flowers' stars in it.&lt;br /&gt;It might just unleash the hidden, giggling fangirl in any auntie.&lt;br /&gt;/shudders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bonus&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="teh middle one" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/tehmiddleone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I wasted 20 minutes of my life reading the &lt;strike&gt;immature&lt;/strike&gt;magazine.&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;He collapsed at camp today. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't even do anything, at all. It's so worrying.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll be able to see him soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-716084151534583702?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/716084151534583702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/716084151534583702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/09/unleashed-auntie-fangirls.html' title='unleashed: auntie fangirls.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/th_tehmiddleone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-8548478714574282265</id><published>2009-09-13T18:49:00.054+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:49:53.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>egad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally cut my fringe a tad too short T^T&lt;br /&gt;And now it's partially covering&amp;nbsp;my eyes. &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so difficult to see. Darn it. Me and my itchy hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister just had to rub it in by saying my hair has gone back to its mullet-ish ways now. &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not the western mullet, the asian style. The horror of the western one. ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ended my night movie marathon with my sis (^^)V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mio TV proves to be useful, giving us free movies to watch each month. Yayy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Edward Scissorhands and Confessions of a Shopaholic this time around.&lt;br /&gt;And omgg, Edward Scissorhands is soo good. Good as in, one of the best movies I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty old movie, made back in 1990. I wasn't even born yet. Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp never ceases to amaze me with his acting skills.&lt;br /&gt;He's just too awesome. He&amp;nbsp;portrayed the character of Edward Scissorhands to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;And the movies that Tim Burton directs always has a special charm to it. &lt;br /&gt;That bright, chirpy,&amp;nbsp;yet dark theme surrounding the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget this one scene where&amp;nbsp;Edward Scissorhands&amp;nbsp;accidentally burst the water bed with his hands. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;His reaction&amp;nbsp;to that&amp;nbsp;was just too precious.&lt;br /&gt;But I still wished Edward Scissorhands had a much happier ending DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screencaps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Edward-Scissorhands---Hedges-Poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/Edward-Scissorhands---Hedges-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=johnny-depp-as-edward-scissorhands.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/johnny-depp-as-edward-scissorhands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all those shrubs behind him? Yea, he trimmed them. &lt;strike&gt;Including the whole neighnourhood's.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MV5BMTc0NjU1NzkwMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTY.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/MV5BMTc0NjU1NzkwMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's a fantastic hairdresser too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=edward_scissorhands.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/edward_scissorhands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-8548478714574282265?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/8548478714574282265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/8548478714574282265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/09/egad.html' title='egad.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/th_Edward-Scissorhands---Hedges-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-1894078096455824634</id><published>2009-09-12T22:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:57:01.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><title type='text'>sayonara~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;11th Sept 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Left the house at the ungodly hour of 6.20am with my entire family. &lt;br /&gt;We took the train all the wayyy to Pasir Ris (1 hr++ ride) just to send my bro off for his NS Army training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, we had to take a bus and then a ferry just to reach Pulau Tekong. &lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun, except for the fact that I got seasick while riding the ferry. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna ride a ferry again. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, the Army facilities at Pulau Tekong looked more like a chalet than a military facility. &lt;br /&gt;The bunks were pretty comfy, they have a recreation room, and the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the FOOD. &lt;br /&gt;Those army men are fed soo well. They get to eat steaks, fish and chips and all those good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And they even get to eat cakes/festive cookies cos Hari Raya is coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I find all of these treatment to be pretty conspicuous. &lt;br /&gt;I bet once all the parents return home, they're gonna torture and "tekan" each and every cadet. &lt;br /&gt;Now THAT"S gonna be pretty interesting. AHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But I'm kinda proud that bro got into the army. Malays rarely get selected to go into the army.&lt;br /&gt;I know he'll do well. He's a tough guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And I have yet to see him bald. (&lt;strike&gt;...M-Must take pic...)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much already DD:&lt;br /&gt;I have to wash both the tortoises' tank and feed them both now that he's gone. *sobs sobs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;But at least I can&amp;nbsp;take over&amp;nbsp;his room now. *insert evil cackle*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;12th Sept 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I took the wrong train. AGAIN. *bangs head on wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyy does this ALWAYS happen to me? *sobs sobs* It's soo embarassing T^T &lt;br /&gt;I need to have my head checked. I space out too often. Wayy too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've taken the bus like Mom asked me to, but noo, I was afraid I couldn't find the MRT from the interchange. &lt;br /&gt;And get lost in process. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lost pretty often, now that I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Haish. My sense of direction is totally kaput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag day. &lt;em&gt;OH YESSH&lt;/em&gt;. (yea, i was late for it =.=")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few people donated &lt;em&gt;notes&lt;/em&gt; to me (^__^)V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even this young Malay guy, carrying a new plasma TV set who came up and donated, without me prompting him or anything. &lt;br /&gt;He's generous, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took sometime to find his spare $5 change so he chatted to me for a while. &lt;br /&gt;I reluctantly answered because&amp;nbsp;I was busy staring at the plasma set instead of looking at him the whole while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA. I bet he donated cos he noticed I was blatantly ogling the new plasma TV from afar. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame me for ogling. It was a &lt;strike&gt;gorgeous&lt;/strike&gt;decent plasma set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag day was pretty exhausting, but i was happy that people actually donated :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd.. On the train ride home, I spotted a girl.&lt;br /&gt;And HOLY MOZARELLA CHEESESTICKS. &lt;strike&gt;(sigh. I'm craving for cheese now.)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;nbsp;girl&amp;nbsp;was wearing a real life, authentic, vintage&amp;nbsp;pair of Dr. Martens boots!! HOMGG.&lt;br /&gt;I did a quick double-take and almost got a whiplash from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boots&amp;nbsp;look soo good in real life. Really vintage.&lt;br /&gt;And that brand isn't even sold in Singapore. You go, girl. It looks real nice on ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=takteomatinnp2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/takteomatinnp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't the &lt;strike&gt;Micky&lt;/strike&gt;boots simply gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/drmartensboots2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever graphic in MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with moi photoshop T^T&lt;br /&gt;I can't save my documents. I had to print screen it out and it looks all&amp;nbsp;BLURRY and pixelated&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not bad, my photoshop skills is still up to date. XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-1894078096455824634?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/1894078096455824634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/1894078096455824634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/09/sayonara.html' title='sayonara~'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/th_takteomatinnp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-8093515685442439928</id><published>2009-09-09T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:21:16.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit: cablegraph'/><title type='text'>blood *keels over and pukes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9th Sept 09&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/?action=view¤t=040-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/040-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood. Blood. BLOOOOOD. &lt;br /&gt;I saw it. LOADS of it.&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of it makes me nauseous DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still trembling as I'm typing this &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro accidentally slashed his finger while cutting the biscotti.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, the kind of knife used to cut the biscotti is more then half a metre long. And it's freaking sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of blood that oozed out... let's just say it can fill a quarter of a cup.&lt;br /&gt;Never have I seen that MUCH blood in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;instantly&amp;nbsp;latched into panic-screaming-mode when i saw the blood. The temptation to puke was overwhelming. Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, my St. Johns' instinct kicked in moments and moments later after i snapped out of my daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say,&lt;br /&gt;blood + me = hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood is not a force to be reckoned with. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-8093515685442439928?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/8093515685442439928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/8093515685442439928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/09/blood-keels-over-and-pukes.html' title='blood *keels over and pukes*'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/th_040-1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-7033914864779259520</id><published>2009-09-03T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:47:17.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>bummed.</title><content type='html'>Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hopeless feeling just won't go away. I promised myself that I wouldn't write depressing or angst-filled entries here, but this just takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was fine that I had only 2-3 hours of sleep daily for the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;It was also fine when I had fever during my Business Law and Taxation paper. Still manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last straw came when I&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;O-V-E-R-S-L-E-P-T&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;for my last paper, Cost Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All due to my own brand of stupidity and recklessness of setting my alarm to 7PM,&amp;nbsp;instead of the usual 7am. Now I can't even truly enjoy my holidays beacuse I have to keep revising and worrying for my Cost paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even finished modifying my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-7033914864779259520?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/7033914864779259520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/7033914864779259520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/09/bummed.html' title='bummed.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-2460494592137647914</id><published>2009-08-22T20:38:00.052+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:27:17.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>the gods have landed. literally.</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I forgot to publish this DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. What. I. Got. Today.&lt;br /&gt;Came knocking on my doorstep at the ungodly hour of 9.48am while I was memorising Business Law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All About DBSK Season 3!!!! *insert fangirl squeal here* Came all the way from Korea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01984.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/DSC01984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01986.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/DSC01986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good stuff in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01989.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/DSC01989.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6pcs DVD, 60pg photobook and a freaking HUGE poster.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a free member's special Yunho notebook because I'm a member of the site I order from. Which is freaky, by the way, because I find it disturbing to use any notebook with DBSK's faces on it. I'll give it to anyone who wants it. For FREE. *tosses it to sharks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehehh. Evonica is soo gonna be &lt;strike&gt;jealous&lt;/strike&gt; happy when she sees this XDD&lt;br /&gt;But... sadly,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can only watch the DVDs after the exams. Sigh. Gotta lock it in my cupboard for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must... Resist... Temptation... GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-2460494592137647914?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/2460494592137647914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/2460494592137647914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/08/gods-have-landed-literally.html' title='the gods have landed. literally.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/Latest/th_DSC01984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-4683825408836027096</id><published>2009-08-14T22:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:54:22.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>blogspot sucks. big time.</title><content type='html'>ARGHH. What is WRONG with blogspot?? &lt;br /&gt;It just won't let me change my crappy layout, citing: "There's an error with the HTML XMLS blah blah".&lt;br /&gt;Heck, even Farzana couldn't help me change it despite me giving her my password. =.=" *major head-banging on desk moment* &lt;br /&gt;BOOOO blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the mindless rants. Anyway, guess what i did today? :DD&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING. Zip. Zilch. Nada. I spent the whole afternoon lounging in my room, catching up on some light reading and listening to my mp3. Sounds pretty boring, but it's a lovely and calming way to spend an afternoon~ ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally managed to finish reading my Lincoln Rhyme novel (cos I only read it in the MRT) after two longg weeks. YESHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's by my favourite author. Awesome forensic thriller. Check it out if you have the time, people! The hols are coming~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01981.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01982.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And AHAHAHA. I have no idea why my bro's feeling so patriotic this year. Heck, he even hung a HUGE Singapore flag in his room and said, "Hmm, it's weird. I don't even know why I'm feeling so patriotic this year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=singaporeflag.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/singaporeflag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it looks bigger in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I can't ever forget this conversation we had when my parents were watching NDP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Bro: *to parents* Why aren't you wearing red? We gotta be patriotic today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeaa! See? Even I'm wearing white today and bro's wearing red. We look like the Singapore flag sitting next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What? But I'm wearing red too! See? *failed attempt at flashing his undergarment to us* I'm wearing &lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;red underwear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(and i doubt he even has red undies. GAH. *goes off to wash brain*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part about the whole patriotic thing? No one stood up at 8.22PM to say the pledge. NO ONE. Patriotic, my foot. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, i just remembered! I got to switch my student plan to have unlimited sms today! All thanks to Zaki who helped me with it. *claps 1000 times* Yes, "Sister" (why call me that?) Ameerah is forever grateful to you. (But I still think you should've told Starhub that my dad was your bro. That would've been HILARIOUS.) Ahahaha. He also made Begum happy today by fixing her&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;lousy&lt;/strike&gt; lappie too. Yea, you just made 2 best buddies "over the moon" today. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. And I keep forgetting loads of things lately. Must be due to the many worries plaguing my mind. =.=" Begone, worries! Alaka-Chunface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought: I just recalled something. I was called SHORT on Wednesday. (okay, okay. maybe not called. more like blatantly hinted of that fact.) And by someone I knew no less than 20 minutes. Haha. Nice one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-4683825408836027096?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/4683825408836027096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/4683825408836027096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogspot-sucks-big-time.html' title='blogspot sucks. big time.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-163677448398875952</id><published>2009-08-08T11:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:00:51.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual barbershop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>virtual barbershop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=virtualbarbershop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/virtualbarbershop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need headphones for this to work. &lt;br /&gt;Make sure there is no noise around, close your eyes, turn the volume up a little bit, &lt;br /&gt;play it and enjoy this impressive audio work. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUDTlvagjJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IUDTlvagjJA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part where he whispered gave me goosebumps. &lt;br /&gt;The plastic was superbly realistic too. *o* &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;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY RANDOM BONUS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are ice-creams made of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=89977772.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/89977772.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHAHAHA!! *rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm on crack today. hee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-163677448398875952?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/163677448398875952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/163677448398875952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/08/virtual-barbershop.html' title='virtual barbershop?'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-1661228139348355173</id><published>2009-08-07T14:16:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:04:06.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9</title><content type='html'>On 7 August 2009, at 34 minutes and 56 seconds past 12, the time and date was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/Sn2ntnnHDzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8nX6GaaTUb0/s1600-h/123456789.JPG" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367630733064474418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/Sn2ntnnHDzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8nX6GaaTUb0/s320/123456789.JPG" style="float: left; height: 108px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;12:34:56 07/08/09.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh? And this won't happen again for another thousand years. \(^O^)/~&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. If anyone had walked past Bang Deli at FC5, they would've caught two girls with their eyes intently glued to the screen, &lt;br /&gt;hands poised at the print screen button, ready to pounce &lt;br /&gt;at any given time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that Farzana and I tend to do weird things whenever we're together. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-1661228139348355173?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/1661228139348355173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/1661228139348355173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/08/noober.html' title='1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/Sn2ntnnHDzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8nX6GaaTUb0/s72-c/123456789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-3111273966688762273</id><published>2009-08-06T18:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:10:25.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>did i ever mention how much i hate blogs?</title><content type='html'>Wow. &lt;br /&gt;Reached home in a record-breaking 40 mins. Ohohoho~&lt;br /&gt;I gave in to temptation while on the way home and bought strawberry milktea to cheer myself up~ This stuff does wonders to my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, it was such a coincidence that the moment I started drinking the milktea, my mp3 started playing the song, Milktea too! &lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. Man, that sure made my day :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING stuff. Got goosebumps while hearing her play it. &lt;br /&gt;Perfect insrumental rendition of Love In The Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kk7WlnsJJQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kk7WlnsJJQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had half her talent. &amp;gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBSK's Love In The Ice (3.15min onwards... wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eySwnyLK1NQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eySwnyLK1NQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda upset about DBSK's ongoing lawsuit against SM Ent and the disbandment issue, so... I feel like posting about them :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2549770-5E4805E3075E.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/2549770-5E4805E3075E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Hero Jaejoong, Micky Yoochun, Uknow Yunho, Xiah Junsu, Max Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, some of their stage names are... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons why I love DBSK. It's the acapella^^V&lt;br /&gt;Short acapella, but their voices blended perfectly. Oronamin C CM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bqy13xRa_BM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bqy13xRa_BM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawsuit. Lawsuit. LAWSUITTTT. GAHHHHH. I can't help thinking about it TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;Even STRAITS TIMES is reporting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;030809 Singapore's The Straits Times Report on DBSK issue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01976.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01976.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;050809 Singapore’s The Straits Times report on DBSK issue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=straitstimes_05_08_2009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/straitstimes_05_08_2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, DBSK's agency, SM Ent, treats them like money-making machines. &lt;br /&gt;Their contract is ridiculous. They don't get enough sleep. Hell, the profits they earn from SM is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Pfttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: ducknesseyes@lj/dbsg&lt;br /&gt;shared by: sharingyoochun@wordpress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-3111273966688762273?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/3111273966688762273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/3111273966688762273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/08/dee-dum-dee-dee.html' title='did i ever mention how much i hate blogs?'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-2458338821248507005</id><published>2009-08-01T01:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:15:34.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>cake. meeting. :)</title><content type='html'>Had mentoring meeting today *looks at lappie clock* ...1.04am. &lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday actually. At 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone kept saying I looked dead or was stoning throughout the entire meeting=.=" (Yanling even abruptly interrupted the meeting to point out to Mel and Zaki that I was sleeping or something. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;So not true. My eyes were WIDE open the entire time. (O.O)&lt;br /&gt;And, I WAS listening attentively to everything, despite feeling frozen in the room. (yes, the air-con was attempting to freeze us all to death.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, we had a small celebration before the meeting to celebrate the July babies' birthday! (Me, Xiangting, Melissa, Zaki and Yanling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima Deli cake with mint feeling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01969.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present that all the July babies got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01970.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01970.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiying (and Stella) are soo good at wrapping and choosing gifts, considering the $1 budget for each mentor. &lt;br /&gt;I think the mentors will love the Monthly Birthday Programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention I gotta take 12 pills daily now? The crappy puking, nausea and throbbing headache I got as the side effects are FINALLY gone! &lt;br /&gt;I can now rest in peace o(^^)V&lt;br /&gt;(Ahahaha. After the Tax paper on Thursday, the guy beside me in the train kept asking if I was okay. He said I looked so pale. Such a nice, young man. Sorry, I could't answer you properly cos I was preventing myself from puking onto your tee^^")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll get better soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Park Yoochun would say: Always Keep The Faith! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=if8uti.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/if8uti.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....or die being stangled by Junsu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-2458338821248507005?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/2458338821248507005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/2458338821248507005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/08/cake-meeting.html' title='cake. meeting. :)'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-672060945317331878</id><published>2009-08-01T00:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:26:27.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wesc headphones'/><title type='text'>*gasp* it. has. ARRIVED.</title><content type='html'>*LE GASP*&lt;br /&gt;Guess what arrived on my doorstep on the 29th of July at exactly 4.56pm? &lt;br /&gt;It came all the way from UK ^3^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00077-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC00077-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC00079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=70006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/70006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=70004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/70004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "WeSC Golden Oboe Headphone In Black" has FINALLY arrived! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC00082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01968.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it just &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;? *weeps happy tears* Been wanting it for more than 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, I got it as a &lt;strong&gt;birthday gift &lt;/strong&gt;from my sis^^V *huggies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say this here and I'll say it now (cos i'll never say it to your face). I LUBB you~ ♥♥♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've gotten the headphones on the 28th of July itself but noooooo, cock-eyed British people just HAD to forget to type in my apartment unit number. Thank god, I had the brains to check the SingPost web and call them to amend the error D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: as tagged. (cos some pics I took are hideous.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-672060945317331878?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/672060945317331878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/672060945317331878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/08/gasp-it-has-arrived.html' title='*gasp* it. has. ARRIVED.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-4298504720826026021</id><published>2009-07-26T18:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:51:31.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>mp3 quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bcdef710.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/bcdef710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTY so this is how it works ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your MP3 on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Heart Never Lies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did Ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand Up!&lt;/em&gt; (I’m dreading the implication of this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Green Gentleman&lt;/em&gt; (Ah. My pet tortoise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note To God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apple and Cinnamon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing Child&lt;/em&gt; (Does this even make sense anymore? XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bolero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Girl&lt;/em&gt; (*coughnotagaycough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dark Blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secret Game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Unwinding Cable Car&lt;/em&gt; (Gee. Death?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heartquake&lt;/em&gt; (Gah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timeless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clap!&lt;/em&gt; (How... hilarious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Milk Tea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Remedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here In Your Arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walnut Tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Own The Sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9095&lt;/em&gt; (I’m beginning to think this quiz is a waste of space.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Stupid Mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful You&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just For One Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt; (is this quiz hinting something? am not gay=.=“)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha. This is like totally random. Most of the answers don't even make sense. But it's quite funny^^&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm seriously dead here at my funeral and they're going to play Clap! O______________O " LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: cablegraph@LJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-4298504720826026021?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/4298504720826026021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/4298504720826026021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/07/mp3-quiz.html' title='mp3 quiz.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-8440828516771952627</id><published>2009-07-25T22:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:51:51.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>25/07/2009. 12.26pm.</title><content type='html'>My dbsk mug (which adilah gave) broke. Broke. BROKE. As in shattered into a gazillion pieces. Never to be recovered again. EVER. *weeps buckets of tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long and memorable 2-year journey together, Mug.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. RIP in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers for my dead mug.&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ you. (TT^TT)/~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: cablegraph@LJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-8440828516771952627?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/8440828516771952627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/8440828516771952627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogging-in-process.html' title='25/07/2009. 12.26pm.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-7208506363120002741</id><published>2009-07-23T21:09:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:52:08.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>23rd july rocks.</title><content type='html'>WOW. Woah. Could the day (well, technically its night now) get any better? XDD&lt;br /&gt;Brb to post my bday pictures! Gotta do FF tutorial DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================= EDIT ========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY POST AHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pardon my photography skills. I phail at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3a53c0e9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/3a53c0e9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd july. Started my day listening to &lt;a href="http://www.video4viet.com/watchvideo.html?id=ZzdYDPwN3lU&amp;amp;title=Dbsk%20~%20Kiss%20The%20Baby%20Sky"&gt;Kiss The Baby Sky &lt;/a&gt;(how i hated the song at first) on repeat in the train. God. This song NEVER fails to cheer me up. But of course, it IS afterall written and composed by the amazing Park Yoochun who- ....Sorry. Sidetracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I was listening to KTBS. But I dunno, as i was staring out the window, I kept smiling and giggling softly to myself. I must've looked like an idiot then=.=" (no wonder the guy next to me kept giving me the evil eye..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i reached SP, i just.. felt depressed. (duh. had classes from 9-5. then meeting till 6pm.) But! Begum came in late for Taxation lecture carrying FLOWERS! Like, real LIVE flowers with the smell and all XDD&lt;br /&gt;Brightened up my day instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC00078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da flowers. Its chrysanthemum (did I spell it correctly?)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiong also gave me a gift during our break at FC4^^ We were both embarrassed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! Entered class for Business Law tutorial. And surprise, surprise. Yvonne, Wei Ying, Hui Lian and Jamie gave me presents~ Such nice classmates i have TT^TT &lt;br /&gt;The class erupted, singing "Happy Birthday". Felt superbly embarrassed. I could feel my face getting hotter by the second. Must've looked like a flustered tomato then=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, (phew!) to cut the long story short, here are the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01940.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-daaa~ The presents^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begum's present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01948.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers (AGAIN.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC00077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card. (FINALLY, she admits I'm her mastah^^V)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01947.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was inside it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01958.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01959.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gorgeous heels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01951.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiong's gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01942.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the cute card (sheeps are ♥♥♥):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01955.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you believe this was what I've always wanted? (cos i lost mine ages ago) *coughiknowyoucalledmysiscough*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01945.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne, Weiying, Jamie and Huilian's gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01937.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01937.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome card which Weiying made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01956.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class wrote in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01960.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand-made ribbon (weiying made it^^) on the kawaii file:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01952.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd... just before we entered class for Business Law, look what Tiong snagged along the way (i'll give cookies to those who manage to guess where we got it from^^):&lt;br /&gt;Look at the HAT, not the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01930.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiong and my slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01935.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiong sleeping in class. MUAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01936.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/DSC01936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to post Begum's sleeping face, but she'll massacre me if I do so &amp;gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Tiong Begum RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: cablegraph@LJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-7208506363120002741?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/7208506363120002741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/7208506363120002741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html' title='23rd july rocks.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-2950046117772555253</id><published>2009-07-22T00:16:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:52:31.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park yoochun'/><title type='text'>milk tea. park yoochun.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=milktea.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/milktea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH...recently, I've been craving for a nice cuppa milk tea goodness~ yummm&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/12092737/1dd0e9dd/09_-_milk_tea.html"&gt;Milk Tea song &lt;/a&gt;I keep listening to =.=" (Awesome Jap song. Great lyrics. And since I'm a sucker for guitar acoustics, I ♥ it (^.^)V)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First heard the song in Dec 2006 (end-of-year Music Station programme) and I \(♥o♥)/ it! But thanks to my short-term memory, I forgot the name of the artist and remembered only the song title. &lt;br /&gt;Tried Googling it. But failed. Miserably. (Yea, try Googling "milk tea" and all sorts of bubble tea crap comes out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I finally managed to be reunited with the song (courtesy of park yoochun who, by the way, *coughworshipscough* likes the song too and mentioned it in a recent interview. am forever grateful to him.) last month! *throws confetti and bows to the greatness of PYC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Milk Tea dude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fukuyama2wx9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/fukuyama2wx9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fukuyama Masaharu. 38.&lt;br /&gt;Took me 3 years to get his name. Shall remember him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least:&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, the amazing, singer-songwriter-*coughcrybabycough*-composer Park Yoochun a.k.a Micky Yoochun! *clap clap clap* *twirls and sprinkles confetti everywhere* XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=banner1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/banner1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=parkyoochun9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/parkyoochun9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is blinded by the awesomeness* (*o*)&lt;br /&gt;He ain't ugly. RIGHT Tiong? *insert evil cackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: cheerybox@LJ, cablegraph@LJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-2950046117772555253?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/2950046117772555253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/2950046117772555253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/07/milk-tea-xdd.html' title='milk tea. park yoochun.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652131029373826314.post-2914403060299975503</id><published>2009-07-21T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:52:52.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>I Don't Believe This.</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I still CAN'T believe I opened a frigging blog. Farzana is gonna laugh her ass off at me =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just musing about it the other day, so I thought, why not? I mean, I'm still young, I gotta try out new things, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss LiveJournal though TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;It's soo much more sophisticated and easier to use. (maybe I'll just switch back.)&lt;br /&gt;I've been figuring out the blog's HTML coding for the past hour and this stupid sentence keeps glaring back at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;"Your template could not be parsed as it is not well-formed. Please make sure all XML elements are closed properly. XML error message: XML document structures must start and end within the same entity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in bright &lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;, no less. *bangs head on desk* Pftttt. Stupid blogspot. &amp;gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, we'll see how this goes. If blogspot still doesn't obey me by the end of this week, I'll switch over to LJ for GOOD. (ALL HAIL LJ! \(*o*)/~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this is how i feel right now. Hysterical. And murderous. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/?action=view&amp;amp;current=010.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii296/coquettishhearts/010.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652131029373826314-2914403060299975503?l=peachin-paris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/2914403060299975503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2652131029373826314/posts/default/2914403060299975503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachin-paris.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-believe-this.html' title='I Don&apos;t Believe This.'/><author><name>peachinparis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10178073348076049146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyfTCLxAAWc/SmQ08Jf6PCI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZR69xJNbJCg/S220/7693864.png'/></author></entry></feed>
