<?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-4878954248296466477</id><updated>2011-09-08T07:04:11.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>triciaaa!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4990907703289097389</id><published>2008-09-29T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:14:57.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellyandkelly</title><content type='html'>Visit mellyandkelly.com because i would not be posting here that often. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4990907703289097389?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4990907703289097389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4990907703289097389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4990907703289097389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4990907703289097389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/mellyandkelly.html' title='Mellyandkelly'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-9045251313916317949</id><published>2008-09-26T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:17:33.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYPERVENTILATING.</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMOMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LIKE SURFING THE NET TODAY. AFTER LITERATURE. BECAUSE DADDY LIED THAT THE INTERNET WAS DOWN BUT IT WASNT SO I CHECKED ON MY BLOGSKINS ACCOUNT, AND I SAW MY SECOND SKIN'S DOWNLOADS GOT LIKE, 169. AND THEN I WAS LIKE, 13 DOWNLOADS IN A DAY? BECAUSE YESTERDAY IT WAS LIKE 156. AND THEN I SCROLLED DOWN, AND I SAW IT WAS THE SKIN OF THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKIN OF THE DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS LIKE SO FREAKING SHOCKED. I MEAN LIKE, IT WAS ON 14AUGUST (CHARMAINES BIRTHDAY I THINK) AND I GOT A SOTD. MY FIRST SOTD. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I DIDNT KNOW IT TIL NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AN IDIOT I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/208291"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/208291&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT BREATHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-9045251313916317949?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/9045251313916317949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=9045251313916317949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/9045251313916317949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/9045251313916317949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/hyperventilating.html' title='HYPERVENTILATING.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1593105205333044187</id><published>2008-09-25T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:08:49.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And as a child.</title><content type='html'>I wanna speak out to you all today.&lt;br /&gt;I was like watching An Inconvenient Truth About Global Warming today and i was really touched by the song.&lt;br /&gt;Omg its like super sad i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, mellyandkelly may be going .com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Need To Wake Up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa Etheridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been so still&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of crumbling&lt;br /&gt;Have I been careless?&lt;br /&gt;Dismissing all the distant rumblings&lt;br /&gt;Take me where I am supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;To comprehend the things that I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need to move&lt;br /&gt;I need to wake up&lt;br /&gt;I need to change&lt;br /&gt;I need to shake up&lt;br /&gt;I need to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Something’s got to break up&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been asleep&lt;br /&gt;And I need to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a child&lt;br /&gt;I danced like it was 1999&lt;br /&gt;My dreams were wild&lt;br /&gt;The promise of this new world&lt;br /&gt;Would be mine&lt;br /&gt;Now I am throwing off the carelessness of youth&lt;br /&gt;To listen to an inconvenient truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I need to move&lt;br /&gt;I need to wake up&lt;br /&gt;I need to change&lt;br /&gt;I need to shake up&lt;br /&gt;I need to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Something’s got to break up&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been asleep&lt;br /&gt;And I need to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an island&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am my intentions&lt;br /&gt;Trapped here in this flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need to move&lt;br /&gt;I need to wake up&lt;br /&gt;I need to change&lt;br /&gt;I need to shake up&lt;br /&gt;I need to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Something’s got to break up&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been asleep&lt;br /&gt;And I need to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change&lt;br /&gt;I need to shake up&lt;br /&gt;I need to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Something’s got to break up&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been asleep&lt;br /&gt;And I need to wake up&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1593105205333044187?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1593105205333044187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1593105205333044187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1593105205333044187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1593105205333044187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-as-child.html' title='And as a child.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2371201755672117743</id><published>2008-09-20T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:26:36.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math with dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Also, this post is featured on mellyandkelly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/g27.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my day was spent listening to Siapaku with my totally cool new stereo ATH-SJ1 headphones. I even got my brother to model the headphones for me. I practically didnt even move away from the leather couch for like the entire day, since 10.30. Except for about half an hour when i went into the kitchen to observe my brother and dad learning math. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c18.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, they are using frayed wires to measure the perimeter of the rectangular box. And there's gabriel paying clooose attention to my dad as he explains the formulas and everything. No offence dad, but he looks completely clueless. Then they write down the working and dad checks if its right or wrong. And as for the sheep like lion drawing, i did it on a spare piece of paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im considering giving mellyandkelly a new cover, because well, i want to. But i have to really study for geography, if i want an A. Because geography is really important. If i dont get that A, ill need to count on my language subjects for an A. Which is really highly impossible. Especially English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do visit mellyandkelly, we'd really appreciate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2371201755672117743?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2371201755672117743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2371201755672117743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2371201755672117743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2371201755672117743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/math-with-dad.html' title='Math with dad.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1373307436404158009</id><published>2008-09-20T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:36:33.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Byebye to yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I got my white headphones today. And i didnt post much again. If you read kristabelles blog and wondered why am I such a bitch, you dont know the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mellyandkelly.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mellyandkelly.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; , read if you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Really, you dont know how hard is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for you girl, state the facts please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1373307436404158009?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1373307436404158009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1373307436404158009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1373307436404158009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1373307436404158009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/byebye-to-yesterday.html' title='Byebye to yesterday.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7811879335830386186</id><published>2008-09-17T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:59:32.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The seven things.</title><content type='html'>It has been four days since my last update, and 315943280 years since my reallyreally-last update. I spent these four days pigging out and being really tired- I didnt eat much during school hours which includes all the times i stayed back. Which is everytime so far. Anyway, im really loving Camp Rock's Malaysian version of This is Me, also known as SiapaKu because the video is sooooo hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs to listen to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato - Get Back&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus - 7 Things (a little old, but its really nice!)&lt;br /&gt;Suki - SiapaKu&lt;br /&gt;Y2J - We Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on sunday janice, jamie, gabriel and I went to sit under this watermelon shelter near the park. Its like carved from a watermelon slide thing, and we sat under it and started to light up candles. Halfway we decided to burn stuff and started off with the candle box. Then soon it was really hectic. We burnt leaves, matchsticks and even the milk carton we bought for Gabriel; his eyes were itchy from the seafood. And I had to get drenched and burnt and the same time. It was raining, duh. The fire would blow to my side every time and I had to sit out a little only to get half drenched. Playing Getamped with jamie was reeeally fun, since she was a good sport and she just makes everything OK, even when you die. I dont know how she does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't in a good mood and germaine kinda pissed me off. Mr Chia gave us a test on Angles, Construction and Statistics. Then during Geography we had to run around the school in our groups; I got assigned with Dora, Nicholas, Mingzhang and Fa'izah. We got last. Because we were about to finish when we saw Abigail's group win, and then we decided if we cant get first, we shall get last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disappointing and yet exciting during English. We got back our amendments for the Lost composition, and I got a 24/30! (excited) But then, Mrs Chong thought she gave me a way too high mark and she reduced it to 23/30. (dissapointed) Haha. PE was really funny because we were doing volleyball that day and I paired up with kristabelle. Halfway during the lesson kristabelle got hit at the side of the eye. Not by me though. It was like a 'hit and run' accident, because we never knew who did it. But halfway while I was looking at her injury and ball bounced off my head. It hurt, but it sure made Kristabelle laugh. Gosh i didnt even laugh at her. She's really mean. During recess I didnt get to eat at all, or rather, didnt eat a full meal. I just took some hazelnut chocolate cream waffles from kristabelle and ate that. Then i took a bite from Melissa's burger (yay) and went back to class. Geog was really cool as we did a worksheet on our mapreading, bearing and grid referencing skills. Then we got 'hints' on what will come out for the exam. Mr Chia didn't come so we used that time to rehearse our music performance- 8&lt;br /&gt;beat percussion for assembly later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was over, germaine went to get her file checked before we headed off to D&amp;amp;T, where we needed to fix up our car. Went home at around four and wolfed down two packets of instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played GA during the night and was really funny cause Gabriel got his new Jetpack and he tried jumping down from the sides of the Underground and Titanic map and flew in midair. He took many pictures of him flying with his new jetpack including him throwing Congcong. That picture showed cong's bare butt. (grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to do an artpiece on Anti-Drugs and I came up with this stickman trying to carry this big load of stuff form syringes, glue, ecstasy and other kinds of drugs. There was a caption that said, Dont let drugs ruin you. Hannah did a really nice one and so did Rachel. Also, I got back my math results today! I got 84% for that paper. Yay meeee. (claps like London from Suite Life of Zack And Cody) After that was PW which we presented our product. Walked over to the primary school with Kristabelle and after eating fishball noodles and five dumplings, I got my upper left tooth extracted. The only part that I felt pain was during the injection. The extraction was like nothing! After the extraction my gum sorta swelled up and it was aching. I went home and started devouring several chocolate eclairs from Taverners and the grape sweets from Fruitella. Ate a bunch of grapes and drank a gallon of water (just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for gabriel to come home so I can ask if i can eat his Grand Petite Icecream. Took two spoonfuls and gosh its lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headphones (!)&lt;br /&gt;A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse, Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck Carebear&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I wrote alot today. Hopefully i can take pictures of my new headphones Im gonna get on friday (!) and post it up. Just to remind myself, homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadrick Secondary papers&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Secondary papers&lt;br /&gt;(Solutions on elearn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindmaps on Chapters 4,5,6 and 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flashback essay, half done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&amp;amp;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design for car-cover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7811879335830386186?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7811879335830386186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7811879335830386186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7811879335830386186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7811879335830386186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/seven-things.html' title='The seven things.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-355546489034831024</id><published>2008-09-13T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:59:37.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long lost update.</title><content type='html'>First things first, im gonna write down my priorities on buying stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headphones (Hopefully getting it by next week friday)&lt;br /&gt;Super cool superman hoodie&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse, breaking dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill write down later in the night all the cool stuff that has happened in the entire three days that i didnt update. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-355546489034831024?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/355546489034831024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=355546489034831024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/355546489034831024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/355546489034831024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-lost-update.html' title='Long lost update.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4540565388936959964</id><published>2008-09-10T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:01:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my stupid dad.</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is a shoutout to my dad. For being there for me when im really upset.&lt;br /&gt;And mistaking 'tagging' as 'blogging'. I loveeee you dadddd &lt;em&gt;steven neo keng leong&lt;/em&gt;! :DD&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda ok. During AT we played this ancient japanese game thats a little like tic-tac-toe and germaine is like so good at it. (!) The rest of the lessons were like, okay okay and all. Stayed back with kristabelle cause she needed to check her file, so i thought i could lend her mine and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework to be done today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindmap on Solutions and Suspensions&lt;br /&gt;Project and powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squealer's Arguments&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Just visited alex's blog. Omg cheerup please! ]: You'd better cause i hate to see you sad. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Reallyreallyreallyreally cheeruppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp! ]:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's oral for chinese. Im totally freaked. Its like hard! I guess. But theres no picture conversation so yay. There's nothing much i wanna say today, so im gonna do a quiz asked by Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the first person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; In my cbox history, its Kristabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you think of that person?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If its kristabelle, shes hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you eat alot of fast food?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Um yeahhhh. Its a wonder how my teeth are clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you kissed anyone in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; This question is baddd. Real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you eat candy on a regular basis?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Not sure. By candy, does that mean chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What about in your 5th sent message?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I sent a sorry to kenton. Cause i forgot to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My mum, my brother and my granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kristabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When ordering sushi, what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; This is too easy. Salmon. Who hates salmon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you last sat with?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Gabriel neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are you doing at 10am?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Playing that ancient japanese game that resembles tictactoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you changed alot this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Singapore has four seasons? If yes, i guess so. I undergoed puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's the last beverage you last spilled on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where is the place you want to be now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Samantha's place learning how to make those mickey mouse cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Im not sure. Lastlastlastweek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's your favourite song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wild Force Power Rangers theme song. Or the Camp Rock songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What were you doing at 11 last night?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Eating noodles with my stupid dad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who's near you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My brother. And my LEMON1000 juice drink. It talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What were you doing at 5am in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sleeping, duhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The fact that my homework is unaccomplished and im gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person to talk to you on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mummy, or was it Germaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who's house did you go, last?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Germaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who honestly knows everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Moomoo and Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cant tell, privaaate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Honestly, do you love someone very much.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Duh, but hes a superstar. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who was the last person who told you that they love you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you friends with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Still private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are there any parts of your body that hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My gum beside my extracted tooth. God injections have side-effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. In the supermarket, the first thing that catches your attention is?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CHOCOLATE LIKE MALTESSERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How cool do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Im not cool, im hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Drugs are?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cocaine, heroin and ice. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Which one do you hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; How should i know. Im not a drug addict. Germaine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who was the first person to text to you today?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kenton the big fat guy who has fats radiating from his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Scream at my aunt for waking me up earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was your last " missed call " on your cell phone ?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What was the last mistake you made?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Blogging about a thing i shan't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Family Guy and The Simpsons's voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Who was the last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Germaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Is there anything you want to say to someone special?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I love you. LOL! Who's special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 People to do :&lt;br /&gt;Germaine Lim&lt;br /&gt;Kristabelle Poh&lt;br /&gt;Steven Neo&lt;br /&gt;Felicia Low&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Neo (highly doubt it)&lt;br /&gt;Luke Lee (bestfriend alive, look at this)&lt;br /&gt;Moomoo&lt;br /&gt;LEMON1000 juice drink (it learnt how to type)&lt;br /&gt;John Cena&lt;br /&gt;Maria Kanellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4540565388936959964?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4540565388936959964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4540565388936959964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4540565388936959964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4540565388936959964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-and-my-stupid-dad.html' title='Me and my stupid dad.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3965275551951288420</id><published>2008-09-09T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:15:25.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the dentist.</title><content type='html'>Omggg, today was really really super.&lt;br /&gt;I spent half the day worrying about the pain on the extraction of my dead tooth, and of course, the visit to the dentist really creeps me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point perspective of a room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindmap of Solutions and Suspensions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squealer's Arguments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so i went to the dentist and all. She taught me how to brush my teeth, since i dont brush and all so its kinda of a miracle how it is so clean. Then she injected stuff into my gum using this crooked syringe. And its like really really funnnn :D Then she tried pulling it out. I felt the roots coming out. And then it was done.&lt;br /&gt;Have to extract another one next week. Joy to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3965275551951288420?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3965275551951288420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3965275551951288420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3965275551951288420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3965275551951288420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/visit-to-dentist.html' title='Visit to the dentist.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8196457052619566488</id><published>2008-09-08T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T04:22:29.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day back.</title><content type='html'>Okay, i know i cant write much when im thinking and blogging, so i decided to pin down my thoughts on a notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day back in school equals to terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Me and germaine got punished by mrchia- 5pushups, for stifling laughter when he's really mad. I can't help it, there was a girl outside screaming and making those karate noises. During recess me, felicia, germaine and kristabelle were having this heated discussion on getamped and i kinda noticed four guys looking down at us. Like, wthhh (!) In english i was specifically told my file's content pages were a messup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the worse time of my life. And then it should go back up smoothly. But if everything that has happened so far is weighing on my chest, how am i supposed to climb back up successfully? Thats right, i got no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im tired, and sick of today. I wanna go home and relax. Probably to play getamped and thrash the living wits of someone. (Not possible) Then i can vent my frustration and burdens in me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really praying today would turn out better. At least the second part anyway. Im as tired as a bulldog. If bulldogs get tired, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Recounting on homework today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One perspective of a room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuoye &lt;em&gt;(Probably i could do it tomorrow, since theres no chinese lessons tomorrow.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to pluck out my teeth tomorrow. I really hope it wont hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is brightening up,. We just did curved distances using paper. So if next time during a major exam say 'O'levels, we know how to measure these distances if we dont have a curved ruler or string. Mr Wee is a cool teacher. Who has been through many escape-death situations.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, after geography was science. Ms Tan was really cool. We sang to her the birthday song, &lt;em&gt;todays her birthday&lt;/em&gt;, and the lesson progressed on really fast. I learnt that lactose intolerant sufferers are kinda missing out on the good things of life. Since they can't eat cheese, milk or other dairy products like icecream. And that ellery just copies out chunks of text from the internet without bothering to make the passages easier for his group's presentators.&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Met Mrs Chong outside staffroom for file checking. I just needed to redo one content page and draw lines to divide the remarks and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Guitar was kinda fun, i didnt eat much today. Im learning how to play the Wild Force Power Rangers theme song on guitar. Its kinda fun, cause its something i haven't done in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8196457052619566488?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8196457052619566488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8196457052619566488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8196457052619566488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8196457052619566488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-back.html' title='First day back.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3008317704893890411</id><published>2008-09-07T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:27:57.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the mountains.</title><content type='html'>Is the sentence my brother keeps singing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was really, reallly cool. After tuition, which was spent in talking about Power Rangers and its history, was kindaa fun and boring. After that cousins huihui and zhizhi and congcong ate lunch with us before going to starhub to transfer my line ownership and change my line to unlimited smses. sooo yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;Now we're playing getamped again before i need to do homework. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3008317704893890411?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3008317704893890411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3008317704893890411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3008317704893890411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3008317704893890411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-to-mountains.html' title='Going to the mountains.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4404166733118680317</id><published>2008-09-06T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:32:20.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry mom on the loose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohemgeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I havent done the two papers yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ]: (!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4404166733118680317?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4404166733118680317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4404166733118680317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4404166733118680317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4404166733118680317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/angry-mom-on-loose.html' title='Angry mom on the loose.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1011526919450205270</id><published>2008-09-06T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:19:40.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think ill order a tab.</title><content type='html'>I love smosh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;Went out at around eleven to eat lunch at MEGUMI restaurant with josiah's dad near siglap. Or in siglap. Whatever! Was kinda cool cause it was all japanese. :D Then the five of us, family and j's dad drove to one of my uncles, the one who lives in China's house. It was like reaaaally big and it was laden with lots of antiques. So many of them i was like super afraid to touch anything there. Okay, after awhile we went home. Stopped at a car workshop to get daddy's car's aircon fixed. Then we went to the royal sporting house sale. I wanted a all-black swimsuit but couldnt find any. ]: Therefore, i made a list on what i wanna get for clotheswise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mightymorphin Power Rangers tshirt. (Preferably the one Selena Gomez has). (!) &lt;em&gt;Thanks soooo much chikopeh for helping me findddd the tshirt. Although i can tell you wont be able to find it before i do! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All black arena swimsuit.&lt;br /&gt;Baggy threequarters, black, or weird-designed.&lt;br /&gt;White and orange shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats all. I do want a bart shirt as well, but i already got a homer one.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Power Rangers Dino Thunder episodeee 1! ]:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have to start mugging already.&lt;br /&gt;Cause according to my checklist of homework, i really have to buck up if i wanna maintain 5A's.&lt;br /&gt;Done: &lt;span style="color:#ff376f;"&gt;llllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not done: llllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science revision worksheet &lt;span style="color:#ff376f;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;llllll&lt;br /&gt;Math revision paper &lt;span style="color:#ff376f;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;lllllll&lt;br /&gt;Geography revision on Weather &amp;amp; Climate llllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, if i wanna play getamped tomorrow, i really have to finish everythingggg. (!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1011526919450205270?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1011526919450205270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1011526919450205270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1011526919450205270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1011526919450205270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-ill-order-tab.html' title='I think ill order a tab.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3435436777874381131</id><published>2008-09-05T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:20:56.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at unforgiven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, i done up gabriel's website already. It looks kinda weird due to the massive amount of big pictures. Anyway, i was watching WWE on the website with gabriel, and vicky was likeee wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FEMALE POWER KICKS ASS! Vicky is waaaay better off without Edge. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gabrielneo.com/"&gt;http://www.gabrielneo.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FEEL FREE TO CHECK IT OUT! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have to go out in around 11 minutes time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where's the study time, yo? ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be sure to play Tekken5. Its damn fun. Except for the story mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cant seem to get past stage 7. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3435436777874381131?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3435436777874381131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3435436777874381131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3435436777874381131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3435436777874381131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-at-unforgiven.html' title='Night at unforgiven.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7135095903124603993</id><published>2008-09-05T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T05:28:24.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jin topless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Omg, from that title, i sound totally sick and wrong and head over heels for Jin. HELL YEAH, I AM! But reallyyy. ThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU kenton/chikopeh the chikopeh boss/lousy hide-and-seeker for teaching me how to change Jin's stupid hood outfit to the one where hes topless and hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-drool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, after i posted, &lt;em&gt;this is my second post for today&lt;/em&gt;, i brought gabriel to outram park for his tuition. And that stupid chikopeh come disturb me. -.- Thenthenthen it was really funny and weird cause i tried to reverse-psychologize him and i told him to get a perfect, which he was NOT SUPPOSED TO, but duh, he got the perfect. -grimace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we ate pizza hut for dinner. Not with chikopeh. With mummy, me and gabriel. I reallyreallyreally love the lasagna/ lasagne there. It was kinda sad cause they didnt have peach tea! I was soooo looking forward to eating the little peaches in cups. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE JIN! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(grimacegrinloveeee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, i want a power ranger tshirt. Hopefully it would be like selena gomez's, with the ITS MORPHIN TIME behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im obsessed with selena gomez and demi lovato. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, im starting a big list on how to spend my money and what books i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Third Time Lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mia Goes Fourth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Philosopher's Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Chamber of Secrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prisoner of Azkaban (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goblet of Fire (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, i read every book i want to buy already, except for Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats why im buying them first. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, im logging off already. Kristabelle wants me to play getamped with felicia and her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7135095903124603993?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7135095903124603993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7135095903124603993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7135095903124603993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7135095903124603993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/jin-topless.html' title='Jin topless!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8250380230567770336</id><published>2008-09-04T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:46:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jin kazama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="396" src="http://games.everlanditalia.it/Tekken%20Dark%20Resurrection/tekken%20dark%20resurrection.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im lovingggg tekken 5: dark resurrection on psp. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its like suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper fun k! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried using xiaoyu, but shes kinda lousy, then i used christie, lousy as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hwoarang is kinda okok, but not really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thereeefore, im using JIN &lt;em&gt;The guy on the cover&lt;/em&gt;! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jin Kazama. Not Devil Jin. Because devil jin is a wimpppppppppppp. WIMP I TELL YAH! Plus, hes satanic. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im gonna learn how to notspam and win by combo-ing. [: So next time i can win kk, kjj and the chikopeh, whose name is so weird its hard to pronounce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO TRICIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. x3'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay anyway. I took the entire day yesterday trying to find this game but couldnt. Daddy tried to help, but he failed as well. And then gabriel told me this real great piece of news that blogspots actually HELP in the game free-downloading thing. So we clicked google &gt; images and searched. The first few pages were kinda of no use, but weeee prevailed! (Omg this sounds so corny.) And we finally found it. But by this time, it was I who found it, seeing that gabriel was bored out and decided to watch TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And thats the amazingly crappy story on how i persevered on to find my goal. &lt;strong&gt;This is still too corny&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More crappiness coming from the one they love, they, as in the weird society of Hey, im weird!, tricia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Purchase this DVD at only 9.95. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG IM SERIOUSLY CRAPPPPPING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignore this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8250380230567770336?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8250380230567770336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8250380230567770336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8250380230567770336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8250380230567770336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/jin-kazama.html' title='Jin kazama.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6475089413832348717</id><published>2008-09-04T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:38:22.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep running back to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay, theres nothing wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just emotional depression felt from the song which i hypothesis was accidentally aired by Nickelodeon called Karma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And therefore i now feel a strange sense of weirdness feeling something like guilt, sadness and I-wanna-cry-my-balls-out feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore i have been eating sugar recently. :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe for the past 6 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i realized i hadn't posted up any pictures in this entire page of tricianeo.com. But i dont care. I guess. This may sound like a bigggg chunk of bitch, but for once, (except from the whole virtual catfight between Xiaxue and Dawnyang) i agree with Xiaxue. Blogs are meant for people to &lt;u&gt;write&lt;/u&gt;, and not post pictures of themselves smiling, doing the PEACE sign, and blahblahblah. But still, putting pictures make the blog look so, so, LIVELY! Anyway, i was up on youtube again, today, as usual- because i was so damn bored after 'waking up' from being all drowsy and crazy. Crazy with a capital C. It means crazy-in-a-not-good-kind-of-way. Okay, so i was on youtube, yada, and i was like watching &lt;u&gt;Wildforce&lt;/u&gt; power rangers episode 1. Now when i was watching this, i was in a &lt;strong&gt;perfectly normal state&lt;/strong&gt;. Except for the fact i was racing to eat sugar and melted chocolate with marshmallows. Maybe with waffle crisps. &lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH SIDETRACKING.&lt;/strong&gt; So, i watched it. It was really really cool cause having only watched the last episode of wildforce. Speaking of that, i didn't know power rangers had a history! From mighty morphin power rangers all the way to mystic force. WOWxzxzz. LOL. okay. After that, i was like watching &lt;strong&gt;THE DEMI LOVATO AND SELENA GOMEZ&lt;/strong&gt; show. Cause i wanted to see the shirt of power rangers. :D LOL. Then that miley and mandy just had to do a parody on it. And i can tell you almost eight out of nine people who commented called them fxcking bitches. I know, ive read. Most of the people who commented had comments as long as my finger. And yeah, i agree with them. Because for one, miley on tv shows is just so normal. And all goodie-goodie. I cant believe she would parodize something people do. And theres mandy, of course. Shes like, twenty and shes hanging out with a fifteen year old?! Sure, i'd find that normal, considering that im nothing near to normal. BUT LIKE SERIOUSLY. They are totally criticizing demi &amp;amp; selena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, i can't believe i spent so much time writing like fifty lines on just what i did in like half an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is what to be like crapping. And its fun! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6475089413832348717?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6475089413832348717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6475089413832348717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6475089413832348717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6475089413832348717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-keep-running-back-to-you.html' title='I keep running back to you.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3063045643596222128</id><published>2008-09-03T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:09:02.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My muscles ached as i got up. Sitting down on the brown leather couch, my eyes opened groggily as i watched an episode of Kim Possible. I didn't listen to what Kim and Ron were saying, though faint words of "Bad hair day" and "dweebs" rang faintly in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, i was sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is just lame yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3063045643596222128?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3063045643596222128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3063045643596222128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3063045643596222128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3063045643596222128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/aching.html' title='Aching.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3866371077064459285</id><published>2008-09-03T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:15:48.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New moon rising.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was a really big turn of events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For one, me and gabriel took a train all the way to Cityhall to find kjj and kennethkoh around 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the marina square arcade and blahhhhh. Met a stupid chikopeh who kidnaps small guys called kenton. :] Afterwards, while waiting for liting and jiajin, we went to suntec city arcade. Played this fighting game, super cool laa. Was like spammingspamming punch buttons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then me and gabriel thrashed kennethkoh &gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought NEWMOON as well! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched clone wars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then later it was really funny at the chalet cause there was parapara in the arcade and i was like jumping and dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaijian laughed at me. WTH ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really love my skin x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tags replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke: hahah, linked! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christine: LOL, its really really short. and i spell my name wrong ALL the time :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristabelle: hello sweetheart. ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3866371077064459285?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3866371077064459285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3866371077064459285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3866371077064459285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3866371077064459285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-moon-rising.html' title='New moon rising.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3725568202638677995</id><published>2008-09-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:32:32.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; New skin, yayyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this from mina. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, im in love with my skin, because its reallyreally cool. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVE! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like the icon-ey switches. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i gottogo. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3725568202638677995?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3725568202638677995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3725568202638677995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3725568202638677995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3725568202638677995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/balloons.html' title='Balloons.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1573900261507841389</id><published>2008-09-02T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:38:02.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag replied!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag replies: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke: LOL, IM FINEE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christine: THAT NOT SMART! ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melissa: YOU TAKE THAT BACK. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1573900261507841389?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1573900261507841389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1573900261507841389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1573900261507841389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1573900261507841389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-replied.html' title='Tag replied!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8155601196839668234</id><published>2008-09-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:52:56.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen more minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Its been three, four days rather, since i last blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont get me wrong, i didn't ditch this blog to go out and steal Homer from Marge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was giving myself a break yesterday, sunday and saturday when me, jamie and gabriel were massively playing Getamped. Haha, im kinda &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; of myself to be able to get two levelups from Egg, all the way to silver dog claw. In just like, one day. Okay, two days tops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was kinda fun with jamie staying over- we completed the teenagemutantninjaturtles xbox game, and it was real funny cause we killed slashuur, mega shredder and the karai girl. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And im starting to LOVE, twilight by stephenie meyers. The starting was kinda like, boring- but in the middle onwards from Edward confessing he loves Isabella, it was like addicting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, i cut my HAIR! Im only happy because my front sides are now curling in, and not curling out, like they used to. But its kinda horrible cause its really, really, short. :x &lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, there's nothing much. But i daresay i better get my hands off the laptop long enough to revise and everything. Im doing all of that on thursday and friday, HOPEFULLY. EOY's are coming, and this is like supposed to be a working holiday, but like, ouch. Its the &lt;strong&gt;holidays&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get NEWMOON, - Stephenie Meyers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do up a new skin to replace this old one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn on Weather&amp;amp;Climate, Longitudes and Latitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do math, science blahblah homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Level to a Horsehoof in GA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hair to grow longer, (physically impossible cause i cant do this. Its NATURAL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8155601196839668234?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8155601196839668234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8155601196839668234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8155601196839668234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8155601196839668234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/09/sixteen-more-minutes.html' title='Sixteen more minutes.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2900715776840225895</id><published>2008-08-29T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T04:41:29.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've become so numb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Great, now everyone from 6/7 thinks im effing smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last day of long hair, im gonna miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2900715776840225895?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2900715776840225895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2900715776840225895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2900715776840225895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2900715776840225895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-become-so-numb.html' title='I&apos;ve become so numb.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6678455095176655132</id><published>2008-08-28T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:48:23.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; OMG, i took a peek at my results today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause during guitar me and germaine saw mr wee and i guess he was in a good mood, cause we saw food, ice, and milo. LOL. Or whatever that drink was. Then we saw our results, goshhhxz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got 5A's and 1B. DAMN ENGLISH! ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, germaine passed english. FINALLY. [[[[[[[[[[[[:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And rachel won me by 2 points. (I got 11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x33333333333333.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cutting hair on saturday with jamie cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aieee, i cant wait ]]]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6678455095176655132?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6678455095176655132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6678455095176655132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6678455095176655132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6678455095176655132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-special.html' title='Today&apos;s special.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6119666243471704379</id><published>2008-08-27T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:03:56.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do i feel this way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was just.. &lt;u&gt;hectic&lt;/u&gt;. It was like fun at first, then a little bit crazy. Especially in chinese lesson, cause i got an A for chinese. So now i practically scored As for all my subjects, except for english, which i dont know my score yet. YAY LA! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PW was realllyyy scary cause we watched a video on environmental issues and it was realllyy sad cause we saw if the ice in greenland &lt;strong&gt;MELTED&lt;/strong&gt; and the ice from west antartica melted, i think most of shanghai, a little of beijing, florida, manhattan, india will be &lt;strong&gt;FLOODED&lt;/strong&gt;! And mrsfoo said that if jakarta continues polluting the world, the &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/strong&gt; jakarta would &lt;strong&gt;SINK&lt;/strong&gt; in around 2025 - 2050. &lt;strong&gt;WTH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, then after school me, germaine and kristabelle arranged to go to germaines house to do a project on teachers day. Okay then i asked auntie to bring my PSP down and my slippers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of things happened and i dont wish to talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, after this i wasnt in a good mood and i felt like crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, i leveled like 11 times in djmax, (thrashing kristabelle and germaine) and now im a proud level 51. :D LOL! Had dinner there, and i returned home at around 9.40pm, after watching ratatouille. SO NICE LA, i thought it was boring, but i barely follow the storyline, (was damn tired) so i think its 4/5 [:. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Anyone can cook."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First time i returned sooo late. Tomorrow still has a spelling test, and im even learning it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could learn it tomorrow, theres only eight words, but ill try and learn 3, just incase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive been hearing this song, "Addicted" by &lt;u&gt;stevie hoang&lt;/u&gt; (daniel corrected me) and i guess it kinda saddens my mood now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been&lt;br /&gt;One year two months&lt;br /&gt;But it just don't seem like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We were, we were still together&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed and things have changed so&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And I'm with somebody else but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think about the love we had&lt;br /&gt;(It hurts so bad)&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think about the love we made&lt;br /&gt;I said that I'd be strong&lt;br /&gt;Girl I really thought that I'd move on&lt;br /&gt;But still I find myself asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Do you still think of me&lt;br /&gt;Like I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Do you still dream of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't sleep without you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if time should make a change&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Your love has got me addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;{When I'm with a chick and we make love I call your name}&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;{Wanna be with somebody else I push them away}&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if time should make a change&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta move on but&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;(You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long enough&lt;br /&gt;Don't know&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm still holding on&lt;br /&gt;If I had a wish babe I would turn back the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know what you've got until it's gone (until it's gone)&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I'm writing you this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm slippin'&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Girl I admit it&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick over you&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;I realize my mistake&lt;br /&gt;My pride got in the way&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda begged you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Do you still think of me&lt;br /&gt;Like I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Do you still dream of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't sleep without you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if time should make a change&lt;br /&gt;Then why should I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Girl your love has got me addicted (Got me addicted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;{When I'm with a chick and we make love I call your name}&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;{Wanna be with somebody else I push them away}&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if time should make a change&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta move on but&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever lost someone you truly love&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Say "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;(yeah) Let me hear you say&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever lost someone you truly need&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Say "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Do you still think of me&lt;br /&gt;Like I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Do you still dream of me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't sleep without you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if time should make a change&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel the same (Why do I feel)&lt;br /&gt;Your love has got me addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;{When I'm with a chick and we make love I call your name}&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;{Wanna be with somebody else I push them away}&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if time should make a change&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta move on but&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Do you still dream of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't sleep without you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if time should make a change&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Your love has got me addicted (it's got me addicted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with a chick and we make love I call your name&lt;br /&gt;Said I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be with somebody else I push them away (I just push them away)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if time should make a change (Make a change)&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I feel the same (Feel the same)&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta move on but&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6119666243471704379?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6119666243471704379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6119666243471704379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6119666243471704379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6119666243471704379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-do-i-feel-this-way.html' title='Why do i feel this way.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7235549839934313198</id><published>2008-08-26T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:52:42.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t64.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As promiseeed, i have the two photos i promised to put up, and ones already shown above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, today was a blast at my house. Ill post yesterday's pictures first [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c17.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay basically we were being idiotic at the playground. I was bored so i did the batman-like action a few times, haha. And i still cant believe we lied down on the spinny thing and we were screaming like mad cows! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, today. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine and Kristabelle decided to come to my house today, since we had to do our powerpoint presentation, and everything else. Walked home with Dora, K and G, and bought maggimee noodles [: Trust me, &lt;strong&gt;Thai Tomyam of the Myojo brand is not nice. No offense, but germaine eating just tarnishes its reputation! No offense germaine. [:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;K and G took pictures of the shirts (our product).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/p8.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was really funny cause gabriel, being the idiot that he was, was entertaining us until we were in hysterics. And he spilled jelly. ._. &lt;div align="center"&gt;Addicted by Steven Hoang is so nice. Thank youu noel for telling me this song's nice ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then why do i feel the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7235549839934313198?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7235549839934313198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7235549839934313198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7235549839934313198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7235549839934313198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-sleep-without-you.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep without you.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2867719260351862520</id><published>2008-08-25T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:35:21.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall out of my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today me, charmaine, siuwen and kristabelle went to play like small kids at a playground opposite of Junyuan Secondary. Then it was dammmmn funny, cause at first we wanted to walk to denise's house and prankcall people (not my idea) but instead we went to the playground and started playing on the spinnyspinny thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today school was ended early yay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay anywayyyyxz. We took manymany pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wayyyy nice la, cause it was all candid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we LIED down, yes lied down on this spinny wheel and Kristabelle started spinning us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my eyes were closed shut and we were like screamingggggggggggg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, apart from the photos, there wasnt anything nice ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okayyyyyxz. im desperately trying to upload my photos on photobucket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the photobucket isnt responding that fast as usual ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SORRY NOOOOEL(BAICHI) FOR HANGING ON YOU. Or rather making you hang on me.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fagging photobucket. I feel like smashing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although thats impossible because photobucket is a website, not crockery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I somehow have this sudden realization that my life rocks. With the photobucket out of the picture, of course. Somehoww, my PB is lagging. ]: Aghhhxxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ill be on the top just watching you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fall out of my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHH SAD ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$%^&amp;amp;*(! PHOTOBUCKET &gt;:[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay crap. Today in english class, mrs chong was explaining what nouns meant like proper nouns- name, person blahblah. And then someone said Dog. LOL! Okay nvm, i got nothing to do but wait for my images to upload. &gt;&lt; I can't wait for 8th november- 6/7 outing!&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to tell luke &amp;amp; suzanne the next time i see him on msn, or when they give me a call. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Kristabelle P, &amp;amp; Germaine L. Because they are niceeeeeeeee people! x3'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teeeeheeeexxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay stop crapping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMGG MY FIRST IMAGE, &lt;em&gt;i have two to upload&lt;/em&gt; is like done. SCREAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtf, NETWORK ERROR???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG I FEEL LIKE REALLY SLAPPING PHOTOBUCKETS FACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ghhhh. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay im trying the upload with the four-pictures one. :D I tried to put everyones face in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got 5A's so far, on just the common tests. YAY LAA, -smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really love I Lay My Love On You. Cause its hot. x3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay i give up on the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will upload them as soon as i can, preferably in the next post which should be up by today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2867719260351862520?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2867719260351862520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2867719260351862520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2867719260351862520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2867719260351862520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-out-of-my-head.html' title='Fall out of my head.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8746188338410312542</id><published>2008-08-24T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:27:53.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love has got me addicted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Im sososososo sorry for no-picture posts, but really, i didnt really go out these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, im cutting my hair short!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope it curls in. Because my hair now is sorta &lt;strong&gt;flippy&lt;/strong&gt;, like a really really long bob, so the front is like uber long and the back is short. And the both flip out. Like its reallyyyy ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So mummy's bringing me to a haircut at Aljunied sooon, hopefully before the hols (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, went to tuition with Kristabelle and it was kinda funny cause duh, it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i was kinda bored at home but yay baichi was there to msn me. &lt;strong&gt;-grins proudly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got me to listen to this song called Addicted by Steven Hoang, (pronounced as hung) And he was all, &lt;strong&gt;"Yeah, this guy's William Hung's relative."&lt;/strong&gt; And he got me laughing. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive been taking interest in auditionSEA and meatballs recently. Im like a proud level 19 now, and im trying to get to level 21!  [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive been eating meatballs for lunch. Damn. Must cut down on pork before kristabelle porks me, just cause marcus koh kept smsing her on pork, pork, pataya and more pork. Duh, marcus koh's girlfriend is Pucca and shes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;japanese&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No wonder marcus's so thin. Because there was this nursery rhyme which had a thin husband and a fat wife. So the fat wife eats the fats of whatever they eat and the husband well- he eats the lean, i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg really, i cant believe im crapping today! I was being all "emotional" today during lunch cause of chickenrice. Like i wanted to share chicken rice with kristabelle, and we agreed to order extra rice plus chicken. And mummy was being all like, might as well buy two! But i cant eat so much so what for buy two? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I searched William Hung on wikipedia. I didnt know he was famous out of mockery, i thought he was famous cause he won American Idol. LOL! Anyway, xzzxzxzx, im so proud of him cause he told Simon Cowell He did his best, when his singing of "She Bangs" was a fiasco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiasco: Complete failure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank yoooou tuition! Now mummy &amp;amp; daddy wont think tuition is just a waste of their money. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, i was browsing through blogs today and i was kinda stunned. Most of the blogusers who are single want a boyfriend or &lt;strong&gt;be loved&lt;/strong&gt;. God, they sound like &lt;u&gt;I-want-to-be-loved-cause-no-one-loves-me-at-all.&lt;/u&gt; Maybe for people who dont have friends or parents to love them blogged that, but really- there are many people who would love these kind of people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No offence to any of you who have that in your blog. Im just stating. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8746188338410312542?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8746188338410312542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8746188338410312542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8746188338410312542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8746188338410312542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-love-has-got-me-addicted.html' title='Your love has got me addicted.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2700597685451373201</id><published>2008-08-23T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:56:13.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me all your love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Westlife, thanks to Kristabelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also known as the ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because i spam her blog, haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just realized Westlife is a bunch offf hot guys! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i like I Lay My Love On You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baichi doesnt like it. He got no taste. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristabelle came to my house today. We didnt do much, just did our tuition homework, then i helped kristabelle pass the irritant- (her story mode part where she needed to get no miss and no bad for Destiny, 132bpm.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baichi was laughing cause duh, hes so damn pro and eveeerything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There's an angel standing next to me, reaching for my heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything seems so blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2700597685451373201?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2700597685451373201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2700597685451373201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2700597685451373201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2700597685451373201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/show-me-all-your-love.html' title='Show me all your love.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6911652089155438859</id><published>2008-08-22T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:52:40.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew you could see right through me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Tricia has sperms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Yeah duh, i have sperms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, okay that was bimbotic. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, yesterday lenny was like tricia has sperms and all-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i was likee, yeah duh. Im &lt;strong&gt;asexual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GROSS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Level 19-ed today, yaaay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baichi is like- "WHY LEVEL SO FAST." cause he cant do his licence, (major haxxor is he) but licence cannot do hack so hes all sad. HAHA. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PIGU ♥ SWEETHEART &amp;amp; AIAI [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blehbimbbooh. (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6911652089155438859?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6911652089155438859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6911652089155438859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6911652089155438859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6911652089155438859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-knew-you-could-see-right-through-me.html' title='I knew you could see right through me.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-5120278360794200757</id><published>2008-08-22T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:18:17.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lace off your shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday was kindaa fun, okay not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i got 18/20 for science, yayy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now i finally got an A1 for science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-JUMPJUMP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i need 2k more exp to level in audition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristabelle changed her ign to ---xSWEET :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; im ----PIGU! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenneth koh asked me to learn Pugongyingdeyueding. I got to a certain part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like maybe the first five notes ON guitar (i translated it myself). ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-5120278360794200757?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5120278360794200757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=5120278360794200757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5120278360794200757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5120278360794200757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/lace-off-your-shoes.html' title='Lace off your shoes.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4894878299309073239</id><published>2008-08-21T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T05:14:10.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will live a child in awe of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t57.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, today was really cute. Guitar was kinda OK, because we played with the finger biting stitch. And then after guitar me, siuwen and kristabelle walked two rounds around the block of flats from 842G onwards. Then we went home to put our guitar and bags down and walked again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time we walked from 842G, to the PRIME market (passing by school), back to the park via the 840 basketball court route, then to fairprice, and we walked all the way to the stadium and back. Okay, and we talked alot. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met mummy at the 10th floor and we walked home together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TAGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmainehoney: HONEYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Luke: He told me that in chinese class, duhh.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: I love tricianeo.com. HAHA. [: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4894878299309073239?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4894878299309073239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4894878299309073239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4894878299309073239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4894878299309073239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-will-live-child-in-awe-of-you.html' title='I will live a child in awe of you.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-5905301591127462697</id><published>2008-08-20T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:58:43.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the story of us all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t56.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay me and gabriel are waxing now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah. Today wasnt very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i did laugh a-lot! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-5905301591127462697?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5905301591127462697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=5905301591127462697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5905301591127462697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5905301591127462697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-story-of-us-all.html' title='This is the story of us all.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1827411951294324894</id><published>2008-08-19T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:27:53.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You call me a stranger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t46.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, i think im really going crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i had many overdoses of emotions today, like 'This-is-so-funny-so-im-laughing-like-i-never-laughed-before' and 'Im-better-than-you-so-hear-me-preach' emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, for the first emotion, which is summarised as &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;, was because of P.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, during P.E, we had to play mixed-gender zone ball. Me, &lt;strong&gt;honey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;charmaine&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and peishi were in a group with ellery, zhiwei and lucas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The game is different by a little as we can only throw the ball to people of the opposite gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile, while we're grouped together, a few upper sec students came in and practised the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While playing, we drawed with germaine's team, then we moved on to abigail's team which we drawed again, and then to valerie's team. It was like, sashes VS no-sashes. And after each game, the people with the sashes would give their sashes to the no-sashes people and then the used-to-be sashes people went to the next court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The match against valerie was really funny and tiring, because i was perspiring. Maybe its the fact that from my perspective, i was the only one girl who got the ball in my hands and passing it to someone else most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But honey was really &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; because she was always at the right place at the right time, when the ball was bouncing she just picked it up and threw to the guys. Peishi threw the ball as well. I love my girls! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, anyway. The last part of our last match was really funny because valerie was about to throw to nicholas, and they were about to score a goal. Then ellery was all, defensey and i think he accidentally pushed nicholas, and the two of them stumbled backwards and actually HIT the pianist, since we're playing at the last court near the piano. And the ball bounced onto her songsheets and scores, causing them to drop on her lap. Ellery and Nicholas were like apologizing, and i was like curled up on the floor laughing like a mad cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just then Mrchia called the whole class to settle down. I could not stop laughing so i was like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(laugh silently) then HEHEHEHE! And that continued even after Mr Chia dismissed us, so i practically had a hard time breathing from all the breathtaking action and the laughter. I couldnt even drink my milo properly. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Literature was really fun. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate being short, cause its so hard to catch the ball with almost everyone one head taller than you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1827411951294324894?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1827411951294324894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1827411951294324894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1827411951294324894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1827411951294324894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-call-me-stranger.html' title='You call me a stranger.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-533070105744047505</id><published>2008-08-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:34:37.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check yes juliet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so happy uh, this is my 201st post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That fast, huh? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was incredible. During guitar, towards the end, me and jolene senior was talking about how we want our surnames to be changed to Jonas, or Gomez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because Selena Gomez and Joe Jonas are likeeee, HOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-screeeeeeeam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Demi Lovato is extra hot as well, but jolene doesnt think so ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i love We The King's song Check Yes Juliet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because it sounds hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kinda dont have much to write uh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, except for the fact that my name in auditionSEA&lt;em&gt; yes im playing back&lt;/em&gt; is called ----PIGU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont ask why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check yes juliet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check yes juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you with me?&lt;br /&gt;Rain is falling down on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;I won't go until you come outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Kill the limbo&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep tossing rocks at your window&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back for us tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace up your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Eh Oh Eh Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Here's how we do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back.&lt;br /&gt;They'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;If you give them the chance.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say we're not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run.&lt;br /&gt;Forever will be&lt;br /&gt;You and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wishing, wanting&lt;br /&gt;Yours for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;Just sneak out&lt;br /&gt;And don't tell a soul goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Here's the countdown&lt;br /&gt;3... 2... 1... now fall in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Now they can change the locks&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace up your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Eh Oh Eh Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Here's how we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, baby, run&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;They'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;If you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Forever will be&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're flying through the night&lt;br /&gt;We're flying through the night&lt;br /&gt;Way up high,&lt;br /&gt;The view from here is getting better with&lt;br /&gt;You by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;They'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;If you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Forever will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;They'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;If you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Run baby run&lt;br /&gt;Forever I'll be&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run baby run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-533070105744047505?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/533070105744047505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=533070105744047505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/533070105744047505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/533070105744047505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-yes-juliet.html' title='Check yes juliet.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2806052675191680640</id><published>2008-08-17T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:40:33.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling faster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jazryl bimbo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gan-ned on 17August [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you take whats left of me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2806052675191680640?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2806052675191680640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2806052675191680640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2806052675191680640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2806052675191680640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/falling-faster.html' title='Falling faster.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2142879241633605716</id><published>2008-08-17T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:00:02.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/pair1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures of you, pictures of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remind us all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of what we used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay tuition was spiced up &lt;u&gt;a little&lt;/u&gt; cause Kristabelle joined tuition! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then halfway to the end, I kinda doodled on a piece of paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, and then we started drawing middle fingers, hearts, arrows in different colors and 'tricia is noob'. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/photo1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, we were being idiotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to Giant for lunch. Me and Kristabelle shared a plate of chicken rice o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And gabriel almost got a HOMER PEZ, but obviously, he didnt :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want a BART PEZ ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2142879241633605716?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2142879241633605716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2142879241633605716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2142879241633605716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2142879241633605716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-of-you.html' title='Pictures of you.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4716980550432026175</id><published>2008-08-15T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:01:05.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna let the whole world know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/p6.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today woke up at eight, for the orthodontist checkup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Normally, people wait for about three days to do their braces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to wait, for &lt;strong&gt;three months&lt;/strong&gt;. DAMN ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today was kinda cool- the tshirt printing store wasn't open in Queensway, so mum, dad, me and gabriel walked to Anchorpoint. And waited until about 11. We split up and me and mama went into Charles and Keith to look at shoes. High-heels, in fact. I was like wearing all those two inches high high-heels and showed them to mummy. Obviously, we didnt buy any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we headed to the G200 outlet to ''see-see''. I actually wanted a black thin belt, but the material was like, super cheap and not that good. Later went to Club Marc (seriously, im beginning to &lt;u&gt;LOVE&lt;/u&gt; that place) and I got me a orange-red striped shirt thats XL. And i think it just fits. I guess the smallest is meant to reveal your belly, or something. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Giordano and got two polo tshirts, one grey and the other black. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, after that mummy wanted to go to the Billabong outlet, but we didnt cause we were nearing the exit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went back into queensway and followed mummy into a shop where she bought zoo colored(green, orange) slippers and a cute shirt. (But really, the process of trying it isnt cute, since i had to sit there and &lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt; for her) Afterwards, we went into the Sports Interlink shop to find daddy. Somehow, after gabriel got his sport shoes, daddy asked me if i wanted to get a water bottle, since i was always using used Pink Dolphin ones. I said ok, and we went into another shop to get my Nike 1L water bottle. It was kinda cool, cause i do drink &lt;u&gt;alot of water&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that I got the shirts from the tshirt printing shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We then exited Queensway and went to somewhere in Geylang- i think -to eat turtle soup. Turtle soup is kinda ok, but the meat sure is chewy! And its 46 bucks for one pot. That expensive ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I now have to be my dad's assistant in tutoring gabriel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like, when he asks me to pour water, i have to do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee uh, (?) .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4716980550432026175?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4716980550432026175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4716980550432026175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4716980550432026175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4716980550432026175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/gonna-let-whole-world-know.html' title='Gonna let the whole world know.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3714932426868131384</id><published>2008-08-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:26:38.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog, again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay, its late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11.21 pm, and i have a orthodontist checkup tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i was surfing google on triciaproductions, and i found a thirteen year old girl's website, USING MY SKIN. You know, this is like the first time i found my skin just there and its like, WOAH. (God, i love this person)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perishedthoughtsby-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://perishedthoughtsby-me.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i searched my blog url, and i got two funny websites. :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freemarketingservices.net/redirect/t+ricia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.freemarketingservices.net/redirect/t+ricia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onlydatingsite.com/redirect/t+ricia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://onlydatingsite.com/redirect/t+ricia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its kinda funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because people publish my blog content on their websites. I dont know whether to feel honored, or horrified. This obviously shows that when you put things up online, you're letting 32519753218 people read it. This is like, SO cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah. I just submitted this skin about three hours ago, and already 34 people downloaded it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see who it is. Soon. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/208409"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/208409&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rate and comment. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3714932426868131384?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3714932426868131384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3714932426868131384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3714932426868131384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3714932426868131384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-again.html' title='Blog, again!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6439238083839457379</id><published>2008-08-15T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:52:51.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the last time to get it right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. I changed my blogskin. This skin is way cool, you have to admit it. Hhahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today was fun. (Really) Because im sadist and i enjoy seeing people in misery. (Note to germ, hinthint). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, we had science today, (which was kinda fun since we were in the lab) and we experimented on gases with lighted splinters and acids and akalis. Me and germ were lab partners. The two of us took out the Hydrochloric acid, the Nitric acid, the diluted Sodium Hydroxide and the Ammonia solution thingy. LOL. Okay, then we had to do two experiments, one on sodium carbonate and the other on magnesium ribbon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magnesium is sooooo cool cause the journey to the center of the earth shows magnesium being explosive and all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we were doing the first experiment, germaine being excited held the test tube containing the ammonia solution sideways, and tried to poke the splinter into the testtube. But being the &lt;strong&gt;ultra careless girl she is,&lt;/strong&gt; she spilt half of our ammonia solution onto her practical workbook. Typical. :D It was really funny. If only she spilled nitric acid. (Dreams) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay anyway, when we were doing the second experiment, when we tried to put the splinter into the test tube with nitric acid and the magnesium ribbon, i think the lighted part dropped into the acid and it sorta stunned us. Cause the fire seemed to SHOOT out from the stick, and then it was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing nice after that. Hahha. Except for when jonas put in about 3 or 4 magnesium ribbons and doused it with hydrochloric acid, making the liquid inside bubble like madxzc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later there was english supplementary. Okay, actually it wasnt, cause mrschong just gave us back our test papers and we could go. It was kinda stunning at first, cause I topped the class in English. I didnt expect it cause Rachel was smarter than me and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Enough of bragging)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow im going to check my teeth out for braces. Hopefully, i can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I REALLY CANT WAIT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah. Im gonna try something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blockquoting. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Awwww, im sleeping. LOL. And you make it sound like im overseas ):&lt;br /&gt;Rosa: ROSAAAA! ♥ Thanks for visiting my blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;Jazryl: You bimbo. I love your butt lah.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: LUKEEEE! Come to singapore soon, i really really miss your face and your money. (Heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOCKQUOTING IS SO COOL LAH! :X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6439238083839457379?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6439238083839457379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6439238083839457379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6439238083839457379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6439238083839457379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-last-time-to-get-it-right.html' title='This is the last time to get it right.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7727768774486856306</id><published>2008-08-14T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T03:14:10.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothed in majesty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today there was guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farina was teaching me how to jump slide between my frets :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEHHHHH (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7727768774486856306?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7727768774486856306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7727768774486856306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7727768774486856306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7727768774486856306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/clothed-in-majesty.html' title='Clothed in majesty.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8582702576594832834</id><published>2008-08-13T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T04:43:13.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And when you call my name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came across charmaine's blog and she made me do this :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't read the questions until you've named the 20 people.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this, choose 10 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;The names will not be in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Kristabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2)Germaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3)Charmaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4)Siuwen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5)Tricia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6)Luke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7)Ernest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8)Jamie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9)Janice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10)Dominic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11)Kenneth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12)&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13)&lt;strong&gt;Steven N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14)Huihui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15)Zhizhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16)Lingling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17)Xingxing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18)Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19)Congcong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20)Cherie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;-Um, shes my cousin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;I would never know the definition of nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if 9 and 20 dated?&lt;br /&gt;- They are both attached. You dongdong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will 6 and 17 date?&lt;br /&gt;Gorilla and chicken? Gorillas are gentle giants, but chickens definitely aren't their ideal mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3&lt;br /&gt;Shy at first, but really outgoing once you get to know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 12's family member?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Infact, all of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Shes my mom, what do you expect?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 18 confesses to you that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;That would be the &lt;u&gt;sweetest&lt;/u&gt; thing he would say as my brother. And i'ld bet he did that for 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;JARELL SIM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When is the last time you spoke to 13?&lt;br /&gt;I kinda forgot, maybe like... THIS MORNING???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus, Angela Zhang, peoplepeoplepeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 4?&lt;br /&gt;DUH, SHES MY DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date 1?&lt;br /&gt;Asked her before. She rejected me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 19 single?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully yes. I think hes gay. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;Likeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe? He could be gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School of 3?&lt;br /&gt;St Hildas Secondaaary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;Australia, Melbourne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite thing of 5?&lt;br /&gt;Um, everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because i love her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen 2 naked?&lt;br /&gt;Almost naked yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we had to share a showerroom with 1. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 10 person to do this survey:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ernest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke, (if he sees it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steven N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cherie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huihui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lingling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made blogskin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/208070"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/208070&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check it out ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8582702576594832834?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8582702576594832834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8582702576594832834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8582702576594832834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8582702576594832834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-when-you-call-my-name.html' title='And when you call my name.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7145703512247157354</id><published>2008-08-13T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:11:21.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good i can't complain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made gans with Charmaine/honey and Siuwen/darling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, me, germaine, kristabelle, charmaine and siuwen are like.. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine/baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristabelle/sweetheart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charmaine/honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siuwen/darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tricia/pigubaobei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHHAHAHA, PIGUBAOBEI? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In art me and germaine painted, and painted our portrait background, until my uniform sleeve had grey paint. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im boredd, ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, off to bed ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although now its only 4.11, i feel tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7145703512247157354?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7145703512247157354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7145703512247157354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7145703512247157354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7145703512247157354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-good-i-cant-complain.html' title='Life is good i can&apos;t complain.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-5292441745515066961</id><published>2008-08-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:18:04.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's got what it takes to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because shes the coolest mum on earth, duhhh (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And can you believe it, i didnt on my computer until i needed to type my essay on A Place I Feel Safe At. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its in mother tongue, which obviously makes things worse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, and i was like watching TV, (Totally Spies, The Emperor's New School)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate melwin/melvin. You know what. He's annoying. He just told ME, 1G is a dog class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats his problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bxtchbxtchbxtch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-5292441745515066961?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5292441745515066961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=5292441745515066961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5292441745515066961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5292441745515066961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/whos-got-what-it-takes-to-be.html' title='Who&apos;s got what it takes to be.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2282404197309382796</id><published>2008-08-11T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:00:14.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason that im singing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GA's fun. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2282404197309382796?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2282404197309382796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2282404197309382796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2282404197309382796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2282404197309382796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-that-im-singing.html' title='The reason that im singing.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-305955039607274436</id><published>2008-08-10T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:11:04.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We pay attention for only seconds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t43.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey look at you, look at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out for the Journey to the Center of the Earth movie with Jamie, Gabriel and Congcong :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you, its 4.5/5 stars. It was so cool and funny, cause the boy Sean realized his father was in a group of believers believing an authors theory of volcanic tubes and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then after that, me &amp;amp; jamie wanted to go to the washroom and we waited for the Handicapped toilet. We were kinda curious if there was anyone inside so i slided the door open a little. No one said anything. So i slided the door open a little bit more. Still no answer. Thinking that no one was inside, i slided it more, only to find an old lady in there. Me and jamie slided the door back and ran away, laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to find my dad, cause now we both had no mood to go pee, and we took many pictures while waiting for daddy to cut his hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c14.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, we were being extremely idiotic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuition. Nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getamped's cool :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-305955039607274436?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/305955039607274436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=305955039607274436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/305955039607274436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/305955039607274436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-pay-attention-for-only-seconds.html' title='We pay attention for only seconds.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2020866909601668968</id><published>2008-08-08T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:20:13.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverending possibilities that i can see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/zl4.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhhh, today was funfunfunfunfun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After assembly, me &amp;amp; germ &amp;amp; kris went to try Mr Wee's icecream cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it tasted good, (cause we were the first customers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadsad kris didnt try. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we ate Ms Tan's hotdog bread thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that we sat down on a chair with charmaine and siuwen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E joined us later :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we got bored when E left, so the five of us went to the 1G classroom and started taking photos of all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shortly after the bell rang, and charmaine along with siuwen went off first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 30 minutes, the three of us met up with zhiwei, ellery, nicholas and taro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later then came other people like melissa dora and cassandra and cheryl :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c12.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay after cip which was kinda fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The CIP thing was a failure." Mr Wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We failed because the beach aint dirty enough. We should dirty it." Lendrix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL! Afterwards went to queensway with Mr Wee, and it was so funny cause we got off at Redhill to find that Queensway wasnt even there. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cabbed to queensway and Mr Wee paid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later, we got the details for the shirt and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then ate the Katong Laksa which was so damn good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I owe Mr Wee $3.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I owe Kristabelle $1.80.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didnt have small change D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then later germaine left, so me, mr wee and kris walked to the Queensway MRT station, and mr wee got off first so me and kris were left in the MRT heading back to Tampines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Century Square for awhile and then walked to THIS FASHION to get kristabelle's vest. :D Took a bus back to the PRIME supermarket, and we were like, taketakephoto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c13.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were being really idiotic in the photos, cause there was nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanted to see shirts near the supermarket, but the shop was closed, so we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Journey to the Center of the Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2020866909601668968?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2020866909601668968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2020866909601668968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2020866909601668968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2020866909601668968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/neverending-possibilities-that-i-can.html' title='Neverending possibilities that i can see.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8644909193864643196</id><published>2008-08-07T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:17:52.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit touch your church.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t42.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today had an extremely fun time in chapel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so cool, cause we sang 3 rockrock songs, so me and kristabelle were like jumping until we cramped up. Also, we stepped on germaine's toes. And i realized i can jump pretty high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im obsessed with the Camp Rock soundtrack. Serious, every song is hothothot. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After chapel, the KGT went to Baleno to get germ's red polo-T. 12 bucks, but it there was an butterfly imprint ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went for guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guitar was kinda fun, and i now have three 'holes' on my index finger. LOL? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yayyyy, tomorrow is national day. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On 12am, 08/08/08, the KGT made a pact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To stay with each other for these 4years, and none of us dropping to NA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope this happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol, i typed my blog address on google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boxxet.com/Josh_Peck/Source:t-ricia_(Blogspot)/"&gt;http://www.boxxet.com/Josh_Peck/Source:t-ricia_(Blogspot)/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i got that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, ooookay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8644909193864643196?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8644909193864643196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8644909193864643196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8644909193864643196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8644909193864643196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit-touch-your-church.html' title='Spirit touch your church.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3803866585168627663</id><published>2008-08-06T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T02:09:37.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta find you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hahaha melissa linked :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went shopping for polo(s) with kristabelle and mummy, &amp;amp; germ initally wanted to go, but later she cant.  And yay, i got white and red!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red for national day. And me, kris and germ are gonna get trio shirts! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Math got 38/50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall i got 72.5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A2 D: But still, A! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3803866585168627663?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3803866585168627663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3803866585168627663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3803866585168627663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3803866585168627663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-gotta-find-you.html' title='I gotta find you.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6773289553213653754</id><published>2008-08-05T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T01:20:30.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnin' up, for you baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t41.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's a draaag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to queensway on friday, to get the shirt designs and everything. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yayy, 3 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was like the tiredest day of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I almost fell asleep, for all the exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEW SOUTH WALES, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boring. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is in the dumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love ET ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6773289553213653754?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6773289553213653754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6773289553213653754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6773289553213653754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6773289553213653754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnin.html' title='Burnin&apos; up, for you baby.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3071943249384951847</id><published>2008-08-04T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T03:26:57.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no chance unless you take one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ahh cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found out i was affilated to mytribalexchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOUBLE COOLNESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Common tests were easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause like yeah, geography, science were tad easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English was a little harder due to summary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3071943249384951847?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3071943249384951847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3071943249384951847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3071943249384951847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3071943249384951847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-no-chance-unless-you-take-one.html' title='There&apos;s no chance unless you take one.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7605170446061192911</id><published>2008-08-03T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:44:31.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more hiding who I wanna be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/013.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so i stopped using the '\' at the starting of each title. Because i find it a lil unoriginal now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, im missing luke &amp;amp; OCLE badddly. ): Because luke's in australia now, sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He says he's lonely! Hahah. And i feel he moving to aussie is kinda cool cause yay, i now have a friend thats actually OVERSEAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you know, demi lovato is hothot&lt;u&gt;major&lt;/u&gt;hot! Because her voice is so nice yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today family's gonna watch Money No Enough II. Im not going, because tomorrow there's common test and im trying to cram science formulas on vertebrates and invertebrates, acids and alkalis and solutions and suspensions, along with waterfall formations and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dammmmmmmmmmmn! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, was talking to luke about stupid stuff. Really stupid stuff. :l &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, xxxx was talking about how With you reminded him of him and her, and she was like, yeah, Karma by NLT reminded her of what he did to her. For the first paragraph anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How you go, right when I needed you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7605170446061192911?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7605170446061192911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7605170446061192911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7605170446061192911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7605170446061192911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-more-hiding-who-i-wanna-be.html' title='No more hiding who I wanna be.'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6180011190987653470</id><published>2008-08-02T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:25:13.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\this is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t40.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got nothing to do :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, in car, listening to Demi Lovato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shes so hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today went to Clarke Quay with family. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a I♥NY shirt, and now i have a I♥NY MORE THAN EVER shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahhaha. And then, i bought shorts from Celeste, and two tops from Club Marc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its like damn cheap, the tops cause they were like 7 bucks, after discount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate hokkaido icecream, yay. And me and gabriel were like doing stupid stuff. Went home afterwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of which, i havent done my tuition homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mugmugmugmug D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We, citizens of Ernville (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know, heard the national songs downstairs! :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6180011190987653470?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6180011190987653470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6180011190987653470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6180011190987653470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6180011190987653470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-me.html' title='\this is me'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8616685416823891405</id><published>2008-08-01T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:42:43.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\so yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was thinking about Hilary Duff, and i remembered someone told me she has turned into a bitch. Hell, that isnt true! I mean like, she dyed her hair and all, and her songs are way more ahemahem-ey, but she's sticking up for herself. Feminism, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive been given 10 minutes to finish my post before studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to show you what happened on Sunday, when me and gabriel went hyper about flying fadoodles. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was damn stupid, cause mainly, the model is Jamie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except for one part where gabriel showed his excellent handphone-covered face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c11.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yesterday, i took photos of germaine and kristabelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of them looks like G and K were les-sing, since they looked like they were she-banging, but still, who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c10.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To germaine &amp;amp; kristabelle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My les friends, i know your secret. But its okay, cause i still love you guys truckloads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAH. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OCLE. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also known as Er. O :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siuwen and charmaine are love yeah. They are such nice people once you get to know them properly! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is second august.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8616685416823891405?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8616685416823891405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8616685416823891405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8616685416823891405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8616685416823891405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-yesterday.html' title='\so yesterday'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2668767030620782990</id><published>2008-08-01T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:15:28.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\hepatitis E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lol, i know that there is no such disease k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was being stupid and alll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, why am i up so early blogging? Simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristabelle, who did her first quiz, asked me to do her quiz. So i have to do it, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hereee goes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1)What type of girl/guy would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One that i can communicate with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Where do you think is a romantic place to purpose/date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Library! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What will you do if you are being stalked by someone everyday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This is what i get for telling kristabelle that there is a stalker.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Run away from that person, and bring your BEST FRIEND home with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)What will you do if your friend keep acting crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slap her, to wake her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Do you judge people by their looks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, sometimes yes, sometimes no. I am not like ernest who can see the person's personality through his/her face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Would you rather choose a pretty/handsome but evil hearted girl/guy or a ugly but kind hearted guy/girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obvious, none! Because there will be someone whose both handsome &amp;amp; kindhearted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)In your class, who do you think is pretty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine and Kristabelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Who do you love the most as friends in class?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine and Kristabelle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you agree that when you are with friends, time passes very fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Do you think scolding bad words is fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously nooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you find Singapore boring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) How many times do you think you have gone overseas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which, by airplane? It should be about 6 to 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you think just like me that Tampines Mall is boring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little. But there are so many good stuff to get there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What will you feel if you don't receive birthday presents from your classmates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy. Cause they dont need to spend money on me. Serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Do you think you will last forever with your current stead?&lt;br /&gt;(If you don't have stead then don't answer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ebebeb;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Would you want to stead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duh. :D But now, no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What do you feel about marriage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It needs commitment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What will you feel if other people have stead and you don't have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jealous maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Will you go to a BBQ party if you are invited? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess so. Is there chicken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Who is the person you love the most? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tricia no. 2, friends, family :D&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you find your class &amp;amp; school good? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAHHHH :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)If you are the one planning a class party, where would you want it to be held at? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)When you do everything, is it a must to surpass others? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)Is library a boring place? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Do you agree we must practice good sportsmanship? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veryveryvery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Where do you usually go to buy your clothes/shorts/jeans/clothing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bugis, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)Do you enjoy watching cartoons? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VERYVERYVERYVERYMUCH ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)Do you enjoy local movie production? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Name out the thing that has caused you to be super happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Will you stop those chain letters in emails if you had the power to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess so. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People to do this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Kristabelle, (right back atcha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Germaine L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Janice C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Valerie (The girl who eats so damn much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Siuwen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Charmaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Moomoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Ernie (Hahah, this will never happen.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Cherie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Luke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2668767030620782990?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2668767030620782990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2668767030620782990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2668767030620782990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2668767030620782990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/hepatitis-e.html' title='\hepatitis E'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-994133589888361880</id><published>2008-08-01T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T05:35:13.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\fall for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOOOVE TODAY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today there was filing. Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D&amp;amp;T WAS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today went to drink bubbletea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall For You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed&lt;br /&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;br /&gt;'Cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When you're asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-994133589888361880?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/994133589888361880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=994133589888361880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/994133589888361880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/994133589888361880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-for-you.html' title='\fall for you'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7973225711023027438</id><published>2008-07-31T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T04:41:33.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\cappuccino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; LOL, today got NAPFA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Er. O, i caught you staring at me today. I saw, and waved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Incline Pull Up was easy. I dont see how germ can only get 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im boreddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow gotta stay back for filing D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damndamndamndamn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7973225711023027438?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7973225711023027438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7973225711023027438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7973225711023027438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7973225711023027438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/cappuccino.html' title='\cappuccino'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-5192450293789942535</id><published>2008-07-30T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:41:00.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t39.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida console;color:#ebebeb;"&gt;malay boy called tricia pretty today. uhhuh, -cough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was kinda fun. I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, tricia the ernest is an idiot :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviouuuuuuuuuuuusly! He's always one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-5192450293789942535?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5192450293789942535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=5192450293789942535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5192450293789942535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5192450293789942535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/day.html' title='\day'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2537627816301241585</id><published>2008-07-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:19:38.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\library</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Went out with cherie &amp;amp; kristabelle &amp;amp; ellery &amp;amp; nicholas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to whitesands library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAW JIALIN :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like staring and staring at her. Then she stared at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, staring contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cute cause later cherie and me went to eat, then cherie paid for the chicken rice, and i ended up eating half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2537627816301241585?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2537627816301241585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2537627816301241585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2537627816301241585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2537627816301241585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/library.html' title='\library'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-662930638186660561</id><published>2008-07-28T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T03:37:24.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\bbc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out for steamboatttt with janice, jamie &amp;amp; gabriel &amp;amp; aunties &amp;amp; uncles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA. So cute. Me &amp;amp; gabriel got sugar rush after we drank the tea and sarsi ORIGINAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then gabriel went, like, I dont give a Flying Fadoodle about YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School was funnn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like really, cause- but chinese was kinda boring, cause well, duh. its chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Dont scold me daddy for saying that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then i went to find ernest to watch him be lousy at basketball, but obvious, he wasnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did geog homework thereeee. yeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw many scary sec'2s as well. And they were like cornering me and went like, girl, girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HAVE A NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there was this stupid guy in recess that called me trishaw. Stupid old man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrows a drag,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida CONSOLE;color:#ebebeb;"&gt;Oh please stupid guys im not Ernest's girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-662930638186660561?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/662930638186660561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=662930638186660561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/662930638186660561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/662930638186660561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/bbc.html' title='\bbc!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6178654728340950701</id><published>2008-07-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:05:14.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\yayness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Omggg yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today went out with kenneth, kjj &amp;amp; cherie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah was damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met cherie at 8.30am and mrted to dhoby ghaut, plaza sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with kenneth &amp;amp; kjj after much running, since they wanted to play hide &amp;amp; seek and cherie got so mad we went to mac's to eat and ignore them. HAHA. But then they came down and we went as a group to the arcade, &amp;amp; back to the movie theatre. :D We watched Prom Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh, scary. But thankfully they didnt SHOW the person dying, but obviously i didnt see it since i was covering my face 3/4 of the show :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then mrt-ed to bugis, where we actually wanted to get matching twin shirts but didnt, cause cherie was broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we went to the national library to slack. Or rather, walked like maddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took mrt again to harbourfront and i forgot what we did there. We went to the open area and played with water, later had dinner there as well. LOL! We bought maggimee in seveneleven and after putting hot water, we walked all the way to the open space and one guy stared at us and went, Wow. SO EMBARRASSING! :X Haha. Then kenneth &amp;amp; kjj took my slippers and throw in the water. Kenneth throw and then landed infront of a boy. The guy was sososo scared he like jumped. Haha. Cherie &amp;amp; me decided to walk one bigbig round around the water and cherie's skinnies got wet. ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later we went our seperate ways and went down mrt to bishan. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with cousins after they watched Dark Knight, they claimed to be extremely scary. Hahahahahahaha. After that went homeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6178654728340950701?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6178654728340950701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6178654728340950701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6178654728340950701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6178654728340950701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/yayness.html' title='\yayness'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-754248313643421678</id><published>2008-07-24T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:03:56.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida console;font-size:180%;"&gt;camp/is/fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We assembled at the school hall and attended a leadership course before going to Jalan Bahtera. &lt;em&gt;Trust me, it is really full of insects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put our stuff into our bunks, shared with 1H, and me&amp;amp;giselle were nominated leaders -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, then we settled down before going for our Archery course. Omg luh, the bow was like, two inches taller than me. And it was the &lt;strong&gt;SMALLEST &lt;/strong&gt;bow. ._. Then i was so happy cause at my last try i shot a red, nearing bullseye. Woonsiang, Fa'izah, Jonas, Mingzhang, Melissa and a few others got bullseye, yayyyy. Then we went for our Low Elements. It was kinda boring though, cause you had to take turns and it wasnt very thrilling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, because the cohort was soooo noisy we got forty pushups. I nearly&lt;strong&gt; flattened&lt;/strong&gt; at 30+. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had nightwalk as well! &lt;u&gt;They made us step in mud, and germ kept screaming at my ear. -.-&lt;/u&gt; And the mud was just like mud in Vietnam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, then when we bathed, (me &amp;amp; germaine &amp;amp; kristabelle), &lt;strong&gt;WE THREE SHARED A TOILET&lt;/strong&gt;, we were screaming as of how to bathe so the other people wont see, we decided as to keep our shirts on while bathing (as the shirts were wayway big and fit our entire body). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up at 5.45am, haha. Did Morning PT. So horrible k! It was like, each time we didnt sychronize our movement we would do pushups on gravel. Then we had to jog until a road away from campus and shout out cheers, while jogging on the spot. When we didnt shout, or jog, we had to do pushups on the road. The road aint smooth k, it was all rocky and rocks were EVERYWHERE, resulting in bruises and red spots. After breakfast went for rock climbing. It was like SO fun cause after valerie climbed, i climbed up and we had to shout FALLING before we were lowered. Then crapped with germy and kris, talked about rock formations and volcanoes for class cheer. We even had &lt;u&gt;Mount Tricia&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later i was the &lt;strong&gt;anchorman&lt;/strong&gt; for the belay team, which they helped pull the rope for the climber. I had to pull valerie's harness down so she wont fly up. The councillor helped me at first, but stopped when she realized i had the strength. She was like, "Wow, you have strength?" since i was small and all. &lt;u&gt;NEVER UNDERESTIMATE TRICIAAA. :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for lunch before going kayaking. SO FUN YEAH. Me &amp;amp; kris were partners and we paddled. The instructor led us to the sea and we started, and being inexperienced at first me &amp;amp; kris &lt;u&gt;DRIFTED AWAY FROM THE OTHERS&lt;/u&gt;! But later we did a right turn and turned back to the rest of them. Learnt how to raft up, and paddle in four directions. But afterwards we pulled the kayaks together and i had to switch places with Peishi since Peishi &amp;amp; Rumeng couldnt kayak well. Me and Rumeng did extremely well, because we didn't hit anything &amp;amp; Mr Kwok praised us. HAHA. Kris &amp;amp; Peishi weren't that good though, they hit the kelong and couldnt paddle along with the group, so hannah &amp;amp; cheryl had to pull their kayak while paddling. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later we got to kayak alone, (since we're kayaking in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bigg&lt;/span&gt; group just now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instructor Jeremy said he would command the first three boats to get to shore, and then blow his whistle for the next three to go. Feeling bored, me &amp;amp; Rumeng paddled somewhat near the shore and &lt;strong&gt;camped there&lt;/strong&gt;, waiting for the signal. HAHA. When everyone assembled, Kris was then so fedup (cause peishi kept spraying water in her face while she attempted to paddle) she didn't talk at all, and if she did, her tone was cold. Me and germ splashed in the water like &lt;u&gt;CRAZY.&lt;/u&gt; And it was so funny cause we had life jackets and all, so the two of us walked to the point where we couldnt stand, and germ was so scared we swimmed back, only to get germ to assure herself we had life jackets and swimmed there again, before returning back in fear -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later we did abseiling and zipline (Flying fox), from around 6 storeys i think. I did abseiling first and i was like shaking so badly after i reached the ground again my voice TOTALLY changed and my &lt;strong&gt;left arm was shaking like mad&lt;/strong&gt;. Germaine was scared as well, not as scared as me cause duh, she did it before, but she screamed but she managed it after all. Later i helped at this staircase thing for the zipline people to walk down from. Me &amp;amp; abigail wanted to do zipline, but there wasnt any time so i summoned courage to run there and do it. Didnt regret. Fun yeah. I stepped on this wooden platform and screamed clear one way before jumping down, and screaming &lt;u&gt;I WANNA GO PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/u&gt;. (Cause i told the instructor i was so scared i could like pee now. So he kept calling me and spraying water to make me wanna pee.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The instructors were soooo mean cause they thought me &amp;amp; ellery the action were a couple, seeing thast ellery just loves to disturb me when im at the tower, saying that he'll burn me. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTHHH? stupidstupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TELEMATCH WAS AWESOME. Did it after dinner. We were like, peeling oranges, lighting 16 candles, balancing pingpong balls in between our cheeks, on a spoon, on a racket and blowing it. Valerie and Joshua put the ball between their cheeks and moved. Abigail &amp;amp; Cassandra were so cute, cause they held each other's shoulders, put the ball between their cheeks and ran. YAY :D The last game was aweeesome. Cause we had to interlink our hands which were &lt;u&gt;inbetween our legs&lt;/u&gt; and move a hula hoop through it. 1G girls bit the hula hoop over. Then we used a loop of string. Bit it as well. Haha. The boys followed after us, taking the hula hoop after we were done with it followed by the string.&lt;strong&gt; WE CAME IN FIRST, YAYYY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The finale was to throw hula hoops to our mascot, Hannah, who would catch it using her head. We got 21. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then did cheer competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1B's cheers were so nice yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got woken up later at around 1+ to do pumping. Our shoes werent put nicely and when we were called to go down, &lt;u&gt;SOME PEOPLE DIDNT&lt;/u&gt;, cause they were fast asleep and couldnt hear anything. Therefore we did 30, but halfway at 15 fadiah did it a little wrongly so we restarted. Did 45 pushups in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did area cleaning, and while cleaning our bunks emily found black underwear. WTF! Had extra P.E shorts and shirts which NO ONE CLAIMED. And Ms F. Tan found &lt;strong&gt;174 pieces of clothing&lt;/strong&gt;, socks, shoes, underwear, whatelse. Each clothing whom no one claimed we had to do 5 pushups. We &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; did 870 pushups, but cause we did area cleaning so well the cohort was sentenced to a reflection, of which i am still blur as of what to write. Went to mac's with Kristabelle, Hannah, Ellery, Nicholas &amp;amp; Taro. Saw Izaak Ong as well. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay, tomorrow going out with &lt;strong&gt;CHERIE GIRLFRIENDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, duh, shes my girlfriend as of today. :D Sorry xxxxxxxx! Although he was rather embarassed since I knew his secret as well. &gt;:D Tomorrow busy day yeah, there's a lot of things needed to be done, say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuition homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And other homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifes a dragggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later at 4.01 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM STINGING. STUPID MOSQUITO CREAM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made a record of 13 mosquito bites on one arm. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-754248313643421678?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/754248313643421678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=754248313643421678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/754248313643421678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/754248313643421678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp.html' title='\camp'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1069324267942828141</id><published>2008-07-22T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:25:13.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\racial harmony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We won racial harmony today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1069324267942828141?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1069324267942828141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1069324267942828141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1069324267942828141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1069324267942828141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/racial-harmony.html' title='\racial harmony'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-808914483907014593</id><published>2008-07-20T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T03:10:17.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\rawr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Dadddddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEE MY BLOG AND TELL ME GOT ZINC BAG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAKE FUN OF MEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you see this, you know im laughing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-808914483907014593?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/808914483907014593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=808914483907014593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/808914483907014593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/808914483907014593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/rawr.html' title='\rawr'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7727079830769247293</id><published>2008-07-20T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:31:07.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\patapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today went for tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was kinda fun, then went back to huihui's house and took the patapon &amp;amp; harvest moon game from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patapon is funfunfun, (although i didnt realize we were supposed to hit the beat once, stop and let them sing, and then hit again. IDIOT ME.) but harvest moon not fun D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harvest Moon: Boy &amp;amp; Girl NOT NICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harvest Moon: Innocent Life NICE. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy lied saying that he'ld give me 100 bucks to buy stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he was joking. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEXT WEEK'S CAMP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7727079830769247293?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7727079830769247293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7727079830769247293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7727079830769247293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7727079830769247293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/patapon.html' title='\patapon'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4208582026754743404</id><published>2008-07-19T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:15:59.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\red cliff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY WENT OUT WITH HUIHUI, ZHIZHI (the pig), CONGCONG AND UNCLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched red cliff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn nice k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went in there not knowing anything about the movie and came out wanting to watch more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know it was so sad, cause the soldiers were poking their opponent's bodies with spears mercilessly. D: Then Zhuge-Liang seemed to know EVERYTHING, (according to Zhou Yu). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause he knew music, knew how to command an army, and knew how to help horses give birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STUPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID. Then at a part where they made this Bagua Formation, (land turtle formation thingy), there was this scene where they threw ropes over the enemy's neck and pulled them in into their shield and starting stabbing them. Then in the end there was one guy on a horse looking surprised cause there are a bunch of horses but no one was sitting on them, and before he knew it, he was stabbed to death as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, the movie was hot. ♥ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANT ZINC BAGGGGS D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(No heartache, heartache is bad.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Same goes for you huihui.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4208582026754743404?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4208582026754743404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4208582026754743404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4208582026754743404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4208582026754743404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-cliff.html' title='\red cliff'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3458721590770972967</id><published>2008-07-18T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:06:46.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\paramore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paramore is hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hayley Williams &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3458721590770972967?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7891919519185059212</id><published>2008-07-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:51:08.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\(!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my skiiiin. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7891919519185059212?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7891919519185059212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7891919519185059212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7891919519185059212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7891919519185059212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_18.html' title='\(!)'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4436518712145795940</id><published>2008-07-18T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:07:00.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish i had a Time-Turner like the one Hermione had in Harry Potter, Prisoner Of Azkaban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because now I know, i just failed my math test 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fxck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was probably the reason why i was so moody during recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry jazryl for not talking to you today D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, lit was amazing. We totally read the 7th chapter of Animal Farm and saw how Napoleon and Squealer decieved the animals with deception- twisting the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Science was the best kkkkk. I used to dread it but somehow nowadays i can't wait for Ms Tan, the ultra pretty and super nice teacher to teach us new topics. And the test she set us today was extremely easy, i knew almost everything except for one question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D&amp;amp;T, was extremely nice. I DRILLED MY FIRST HOLE INTO THE ACRYLIC, (with the help of germaine) and it was so fun. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My right arm hurts. SO BADLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Jordin Pruitt's One Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some say this one, maybe that one, never sure of the one they depend on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NLT has ultraaa hot guys yeah. Like travis. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeahhhh. I made a song about Jazryl Lee Shi Hui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Its supposed to be Si, but who cares)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because Jazryl knows and she says it is perfectly OK to put the song on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i dont wanna put it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida console;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Omg kris. What's happening to our friendship? The one without Germaine in it. It seems that your tone towards me is so damn cold, whereas talking to Germaine the tone changes into a lively one. I cant deny that i came between you &amp;amp; germ's friendship, seeing that i was the new girl next block. But surely, could you at least treat me nicer and not be so cold towards me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4436518712145795940?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4436518712145795940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4436518712145795940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4436518712145795940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4436518712145795940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe.html' title='\maybe'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8416624457297940856</id><published>2008-07-17T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T03:13:13.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I love Chris Brown's forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So addicting :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today had oral &amp;amp; geog test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IM GONNA FAIL UH, I DID SO BADLY D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, oral was kinda fun. I got a 'very good' praise from Mrs Toh, yippee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guitar was stupiddd yeah. Me &amp;amp; Jazryl were talking, and talking, and more talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Science, math test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HATE CYLINDERS D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND MORE CYLINDERS DDD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prisms are ok, but CYLINDERS ARE BADD D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, jazryl recommended Secondhand Serenade - Fall For You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT SOUNDS NICE (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tricia United FC pwn. Tricia is the:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goalkeeper, striker, referee, coach, manager, member, audience, reserve, striker and many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wtf. Today chapel was damn funny haha. I was going hypery about Tricia United FC and then Zhi Wei said, when Referee Tricia gives Striker Tricia a red card, you can go in the changing room and change your shirt, coming out as another member.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG THAT CRACKED ME UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And jazryl you're mean. She made me like, choke on my water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing's about tonight is that we're not figgghting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8416624457297940856?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8416624457297940856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8416624457297940856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8416624457297940856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8416624457297940856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/forever.html' title='\forever'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-718499097165063984</id><published>2008-07-16T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:12:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\what just happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg luh. I draw a picture of my ma today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Munirah said it was okay, except that the eyes are waaay too big and its like unrealistic. But everything else is fine though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow got geog test and oral. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida console;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG LUH! IS IT JUST ME, OR DID A SEC2 GUY ASK ME FOR MY NUMBER TODAY AFTER SCHOOL? I think its just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Momentarily stunned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-718499097165063984?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/718499097165063984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=718499097165063984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/718499097165063984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/718499097165063984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-just-happened.html' title='\what just happened?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4570553508256492810</id><published>2008-07-15T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:40:47.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\a thousand miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im in love with A Thousand Miles ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was extremely happy, i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Chia didnt come today, so Mr Kwok took us for P.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which we obviously ran 2.4. And i was like so happy cause i actually cut down my timing from 17 minutes to 16 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i did my bestest for the ACTUAL test. But germ &amp;amp; kristabelle didnt know, so they have to re-run 2.4, seeing that they got 18 &amp;amp; 19 minutes respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's summary homework, ): And i need to study for geography &amp;amp; science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A solution is homogenous and a suspension is heterogenous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, something to remember: Im now a geog rep. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GRAHH D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, today me and germ stayed back for 30 minutes to study a little. And i was shooting questions at her on basic science stuff, seeing that she forgot everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love maltessers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4570553508256492810?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4570553508256492810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4570553508256492810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4570553508256492810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4570553508256492810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/thousand-miles.html' title='\a thousand miles'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7543177164835445669</id><published>2008-07-14T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:29:19.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t36.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Was trying to get a picture of KGT, but couldnt :( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot to blog about today, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janice &amp;amp; Mingliang pictures on her sweet sixteen yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/blog1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janice being sorta mad at mingliang for not letting her eat the sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And mingliang was mimicking her, but failing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We know you are staring at her ml. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/blog2.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were actually talking like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J: You think you got teeth i dont have ahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-she flashes teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, SO CUTEE CAN THOSE TWO :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, today at guitar was totally funfunfun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was conversing with Jazryl over some song, and later she started singing Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, and i sang along, and then germaine &amp;amp; jazryl both said my singing had an accent that is like, un-copyable. ACCENT MUCH?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Uh, thankkyou?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine can sing EXTREMELY WELL, fyix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean seriously, she sings loud but yet damn beautiful. Oh yeah, and today night was talking to Germaine, and we agreed to stay back tomorrow to revise Geography &amp;amp; Science for our tests on thursday &amp;amp; friday. I feel damn stressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like seriously, i dint study AT ALL yet. So now i have myself to blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we're gonna study at the study area or something, seeing that the canteen would be BURSTING with people sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dominic, good luck for your singing competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankgod im not there, i wouldn't want the glass of windows smashing into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay im just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JIAYOU ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7543177164835445669?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7543177164835445669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7543177164835445669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7543177164835445669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7543177164835445669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/d.html' title='\:D'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-5453775202551719995</id><published>2008-07-14T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T04:04:20.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized I like cartoon actors on Nickelodeon and Disney Channel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Miranda Cosgrove, Victoria Justice, Jamie Lynn Spears (though she's pregnant at age 16, i dont see anything wrong), Vanessa A. Hudgens, Ashley Tisdale, Zac Efron (!), Corbin Bleu, Monique Coleman, Drake Bell, Lucas Grabeel, and Josh Peck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With some others of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/vj1.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean like seriously. Victoria Justice is so cuteeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Miranda Cosgrove, they both are too &lt;u&gt;beautiful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today at guitar was funfunfun. I was like playing minuet all the way so badly now i can get to the first part of the chorus, until the 8,6,8 part. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's geography, science and camp all in the next two weeks. Life sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Thousand Miles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Victoria J's version is nice!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my way downtown&lt;br /&gt;Walking fast&lt;br /&gt;Faces pass&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly ahead&lt;br /&gt;Just making my way&lt;br /&gt;Making a way&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always times like these&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If you ever&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Living in your&lt;br /&gt;Precious memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Drown in your memory&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let this go&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my way downtown&lt;br /&gt;Walking fast&lt;br /&gt;Faces pass&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly ahead&lt;br /&gt;Just making my way&lt;br /&gt;Making a way&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still need you&lt;br /&gt;And I still miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass us by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just hold you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-5453775202551719995?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5453775202551719995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=5453775202551719995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5453775202551719995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5453775202551719995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/victoria.html' title='\victoria'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-5763770944205005717</id><published>2008-07-13T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:09:38.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\sixsix, six?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay janice's birthday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to Cafe Cartel for dinner. The lasagna was circly and full of sauce. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janice and Mingliang are so cute k. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO CUTEEE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like won mingliang &amp;amp; jamie &amp;amp; gabriel in DJ Max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never felt such comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow show picture, today sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-5763770944205005717?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5763770944205005717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=5763770944205005717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5763770944205005717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5763770944205005717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/sixsix-six.html' title='\sixsix, six?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1895352637906049139</id><published>2008-07-12T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:10:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\13 july</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH YES, TODAY'S A SPECIAAAL DAY :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because today, one of my DEAREST cousins would turn 16!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, this girl is janicechooxueli. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fat, pig. Even her chinese initials, XL, represent fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Teehee.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was extremely fun knowing you for these 13 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching you eat medicine, i laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching you fall down and cry, i laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching you laugh at me, i also laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh what fun times we had together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like i biting your bellybutton and you crying, with gran caning BOTH of us to make me stop biting, and to make you stop crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With me watching barney and suddenly biting you each time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With sleepovers at your house and bullying jamie into playing Princess Dress-Up as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13 July aint a shit, cause its a rememberance of the 16 years you lived, and gave me manymany joy of biting people, which up til' now i still do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthdayyyyyyyyyyyyy ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, today went for tuition. Fun cause i was socialising with lester, felicia and zhizhi. It was so cute cause after tuition we four were walking home, and lester was trying to test me on which songs i know. And i know all of them. :D But i couldnt think in time for Makes Me Wonder by Maroon Five because he just gave me 3 seconds to think. JERKKK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i was having so much fun i almost walked home with lester &amp;amp; felicia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i didnt, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to the Cafe Cartel later in the evening to celebrate Janice's Sweet Sixteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAYNESS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/Image/miranda-cosgrove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, seriously. Miranda Cosgrove is too pretty to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE HER SO MUCH! ((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1895352637906049139?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1895352637906049139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1895352637906049139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1895352637906049139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1895352637906049139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/13-july.html' title='\13 july'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3943876313632619066</id><published>2008-07-12T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:32:45.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\never felt worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today accompanied gabriel to tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then around 11 i experienced the worst feeling in my life, also known as a stomachache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sorta cramped up. I called mama to come pick me up from tuition &lt;u&gt;immediately&lt;/u&gt; after we came back on the bus. And i couldnt take the feeling so i vomitted out a brownish red substance near block 842G. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then mummy said I feel extremely cold. Then i kept going in and out of the toilet. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i tried to dabian but it wont work D:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i dont know how, but then i slept for 3 hours. Until now, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im never eating the bigbig container of chocobaby sweet that fast AGAIN. Or eat cereal mix for two mornings straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want my pokemon towel back DD:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3943876313632619066?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3943876313632619066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3943876313632619066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3943876313632619066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3943876313632619066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-felt-worse.html' title='\never felt worse'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7689930573200907834</id><published>2008-07-11T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:25:13.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\O: living with germaine, finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well. im at home now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was rather nice, staying at germ's house ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a cereal mix for breakfast today. Damn nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then later had eggs. ^^ Elearn was kinda funny. For chinese we had to do stupid stuff, like watching MV's and filling in blank lyrics. Stupiiiddd uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow going out? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is everyone adding me in MSN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felicia, Rachel K, Melvin (?) and this unknown guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANT CEREAL MIXXXX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad i didnt get to see kezia when she came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7689930573200907834?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7689930573200907834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7689930573200907834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7689930573200907834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7689930573200907834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-living-with-germaine-finale.html' title='\O: living with germaine, finale'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2622168858180495950</id><published>2008-07-10T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:37:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\O: living with germaine, two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made it through the second day with Germaine. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shes currently scolding her sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very fierceful fiercely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today got woken up by Germaine, cause she thought that 7.50 was the time for us to get up and start doing elearn. But obviously, she was as always WRONG, so we spent the next 50 minutes eating a lot of garlic bread &amp;amp; pandan cake. Then her mother woke up, with the scary baozha tou. (As said from germy. Note that its &lt;u&gt;exploding head&lt;/u&gt; and not bandaged head) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logged into MSN, and then we got invited into a crazy conference chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/msn3.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg luh, there's like 13 people x_x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of them are 1G pupils. All waiting for elearn. And kristabelle because of it is fxcked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEE WHAT ONLINE LEARNING CAN DOOOOO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elearn was tiring. We cheated, using my dad's best friend, Mr Google for some of the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later we slacked in her house doing nothing until 4, when we went to Compass Point to get dinner, top up my ezlink and get my big chocobaby sweet. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to pizza hut, and it was the &lt;strong&gt;first time&lt;/strong&gt; i entered there without eating pizza. They (Siti, their domestic helper, Germaine, Kezia and her mum) ate salad, which i didnt cause i was a carnivore. Vegetables make my brain rot. :l I just ate a bowl of soup and ate lasagna, and had to eat Germaine's cheesy pasta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c9.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to G200 blu as well yeah! Later went to OP to get germaine's shirt, and then looked at perfume, makeup, nail polish and eyeliners which i wanted to buy and try it on gabriel. LATER GERMAINE MADE ME SMELL COFFEE BEANS. It was so nice laaaa. I wonder if they classify coffee-smelling as a bad thing or drug. W/E. Then we went up to the second floor, and i was so tempted to get the BIG CHOCOBABY SWEET i forgot that no one was walking with me. Instead they were standing outside ness and laughing at me. Stupid people. RAWR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine &amp;amp; my rememberance on the event that happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine: My mother was looking at you walk away, then i told her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"See, tricia's walking away." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she said, "I know, just let walk, see if she notice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tricia and Germaine both laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMGGG?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went down to the first floor, (was tempted to run in into Starbucks and get the roasted coffee beans) and walked around in this pasar malam thingey. I WANTED A ROOTBEERLOGO SHIRTTT ): But no money. Cannot buy. If not daddy would be all, TRICIA YOU SPEND OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY?!?!!!!!!????.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went home, to Germaine's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched the 9pm show, Beach Ball Babes on Channel 8. So now we are sitting here, looking at the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/cb1.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my choco baby, with a nutty price tag. Germaine told me the sweets wont last for the next one week, seeing that i already ate 1 quarter of the sweet when I just bought it for like, two hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still living with her til tomorrow. Hopefully i wont die by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I GOT 3000 COMBO FOR DJ MAX ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2622168858180495950?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2622168858180495950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2622168858180495950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2622168858180495950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2622168858180495950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-living-with-germaine-two.html' title='\O: living with germaine, two'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-9207059686065794975</id><published>2008-07-09T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:38:13.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\Operation: Living with Germaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Germaine gave me a Tarot Card Divination today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she said im gonna lose someone precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if i trust in all that's good, i would bounce back with twice as much power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good. What does good mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now i have to use my wisdom, trust &amp;amp; whatnot to overcome this. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay tuneeed for Operation: Living with Germaine PART 2! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)At what age do you plan to get married?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Im not Professor Trelawney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Play hard or study hard?&lt;br /&gt;Both laaa. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;Myself, and my dad. Except when he does his, "No choice, need cut off (insert-body-part-here)" speech.&lt;br /&gt;4)Do you think that you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;How would i know. Im not a confidence doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)If you had a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Be rich in future so i can get my parents a great house and prove to them im a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)What is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;Get 5A's for EOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;MY PARENTS ARE AN EXAMPLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(OHHH MY IIIIDOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)If you had all the time and money in the world, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Try and find Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft &amp;amp; Wizardry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)If time were to rewind, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Cherish everything more. Maybe be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Tears arent nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Do you treasure the friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Well, not really a friendship. Its more of an enemyship. Cause me &amp;amp; germ are enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Do you believe love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;I donno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Me, family, friends, guys, girls, more guys, hot guys, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Who are the people who are gonna be hated by you?&lt;br /&gt;People, more people, more more more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Describe the person who tag you in five words.&lt;br /&gt;I-know-who-you-like, i-know-you-know-i-know-who-you-like, ellery-is-action, crazy-old-man, i-wish-you-were-bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Do you deserved to be loved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone deserves that, you twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people to do this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Germaine Lim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Lim Hui Shi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Hui Shi Germaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Kristabelle Poh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Poh Qiao Zhen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-9207059686065794975?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/9207059686065794975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=9207059686065794975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/9207059686065794975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/9207059686065794975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/operation-living-with-germaine.html' title='\Operation: Living with Germaine'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1425069565217772120</id><published>2008-07-07T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:47:57.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\kezia the toothless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/k1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a super cute picture of Kezia the Toothless, and her bewildered cousin Joey! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(She looks blur, or bewildered due to bad camera taking skills).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CUTE PEOPLE GERMAINE, CUTEEE. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made newwwwwwwww skin, after pondering on it for about two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six more days to seeing Janice on her birthdayyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five more days to maybe outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five more days til soul-searching's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four more days to cockroach coming back from OBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three more days to elearn day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two more days to stayover at Germ's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two more days til' Chinese period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more day til' P.E, which is 2.4 km run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im bored at home. Time seems to tick slower than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need to do newspaper article &amp;amp; chinese homework. DD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida console;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well. After all i've done for you, you ended our friendship in an instant. I was so naive to think that giving you a wake up call could make you realize you are the cocky one, and not the others you blame. And yet, i failed. To think you used to be my closest friend, but now we just faded to grey, am i not right, Jialin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reading your recent posts, i realized you are really crossing the line. Yeah. You blame the teachers for giving YOU extra homework. And then you say you did EVERYTHING you can to scrape an A. Well, you dont LOOK like it. Obviously, everyone dislikes homework. And yet you are unwilling to do it, so tell me, then, how are you going to do well if you aren't going to concentrate on your work? Well, it would be a miracle then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Above it all, you deleted my blog link, as though I DONT EXIST. Well, sure, maybe i dont. But i can see it all clearly now, you, are just like Hazel, whom you said she used others. But now, you are the one using me. Oh please, you threw our one-year friendship in the trash, just like that. I can't believe it, Jialin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1425069565217772120?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1425069565217772120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1425069565217772120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1425069565217772120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1425069565217772120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/kezia-toothless.html' title='\kezia the toothless'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8763637107609250240</id><published>2008-07-05T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:59:56.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\!</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;First you accuse me, saying that my desire to sleep is an excuse to not talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then you say i dont understand your feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Like you understand mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I feel super horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Its not only YOU i dont talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I dont talk to several others as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Please k, im not avoiding you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You are just as bad as alex, which probably you would deny not to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Like for instance, not giving me an opportunity to explain myself before accusing me blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Although in alex's case, he didnt accuse me, but he just hung up on me due to his important matters with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Im sorry if you want to end this friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I dont know if you want to, but if you find having me as a friend is totally unacceptable, then fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I may be wrong in saying that, but you just kept shooting questions at me and making me uncomfortable to answer them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;How am i supposed to give you a detailed explanation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, you probably wont care anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorry for everything you think of me, and the bad impression i've shown to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And you know. I dont know what im doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But i just want to rant and let go of my troubles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The hating troubles, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Note to alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I didnt reject you because i liked someone else, which is obviously fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I rejected you 'cause i dont trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Like seriously. I was naive in the past, thinking that when people you used to crush on like you back, everything would go PERFECTLY like a fairytale. But duh, it wasnt. Because i didnt see the hurting side of you, Alex. Because first you told me your heart for me is wavering and you were thinking if you love me, just after when i came back from Malaysia. And i thought i would come back happy, and not see all the painful things which i knew i saw. And after you told me that, you asked me to call Elaine. Elaine ain't my relationship counsellor. And even if I called, i would just hear you and her chatting happily, leaving me to wallow in my grief. So yeah, i lied to YOU, that my gran wanted to use the phone. So after hanging up, i did some soul-searching. And the results were that maybe you weren't that much of a good boyfriend after all. Seriously. So in that past, when i told you I was fine, i was wanting to say that to this extent, i dont know anymore if you see me as a real person that you care for, or a fling to get rid of your troubles. And you wanted me to tell me all my problems. I DIDNT DISTANCE MYSELF AWAY, YOU ASS. ITS JUST EVERYTIME I TRY, YOU HANG UP ON ME, LIKE FOR YOUR FRIENDS, GANS, OR WHATEVER. Well, i guess my previous suspicion was right; seeing that later on, you just left me standing there alone. Before breaking up with me, saying you needed space, and wanted to be single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And later, steading with another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thats not being single, thats obviously lying to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And somehow, i dont know if that was true, but later, you said you steaded with her to know her actual age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Which to me, it seemed like a lie, because you dont need to STEAD with her to KNOW her age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And after you broke, you come running back to me and asking me for another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And saying that well, you regretted breaking with me since Single Day 1 and only had the courage to patch TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Which up til now, i blame myself for not putting a clean break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Because though i talk to you like i talked to you before, it was horrible to know that you are just a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Or rather, your love is just a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Whats wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8763637107609250240?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8763637107609250240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8763637107609250240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8763637107609250240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8763637107609250240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='\!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2800549286144783246</id><published>2008-07-05T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T06:07:44.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\bugis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; BU-UUUUGIS. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got black shorts, didnt have orange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got janice's present ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got jeans! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2800549286144783246?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2800549286144783246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2800549286144783246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2800549286144783246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2800549286144783246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/bugis.html' title='\bugis!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1486878056468405430</id><published>2008-07-03T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:45:37.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\XXXXX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; OMG LAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; lendrix got selected for the Math Olympiad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all we did was guess all the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mingzhang got in too, but he didnt guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND WE ALL ARENT INTERESTED X:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love jellybeans :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1486878056468405430?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1486878056468405430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1486878056468405430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1486878056468405430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1486878056468405430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/xxxxx.html' title='\XXXXX'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-3404125748157542599</id><published>2008-07-03T04:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:09:09.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\extremely horrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; AGHHHH D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got selected for New South Wales English. So horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE GUITARRR ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-3404125748157542599?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3404125748157542599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=3404125748157542599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3404125748157542599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/3404125748157542599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/extremely-horrible.html' title='\extremely horrible'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4403384288042537313</id><published>2008-07-02T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T06:38:55.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\today is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY IS THE SPECIALEST DAY OF SPECIALTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because today, is TRICIA'S BIRTHDAY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously. Today is her birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so today, woke up as usual, and then went to school. On the way to class i got bombarded by sofia and yiling, cause sofia knew it was my birthday and all. In class it was so funny cause The &lt;u&gt;Nicholas&lt;/u&gt; actually got me a present. Like, yayy. That was sosososo nice of him. Germaine's gonna get me one too, the pair of jeans ive always wanted (i see women wear on streets but i dont own one so i get jealous), if we find them on Sunday. Im getting a hell load of presents this year, i guess. There wasnt much today, except in Art, where Ms Munirah didnt believe that my birthday was today but everyone proved her wrong; so yeah. And we learnt how to draw portraity faces. If you ask me, my drawing of a face looks like my dads. Project Work was super fun. We got into groups and our group's called SOS, meaning Save Our Selves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, just now jazryl called me. It was so sweet of her, cause she wanted to get me a present. And the cheapest thing i could ever want was a sack of lemon-lime jellybeans from Cocoa Trees. And shes gonna get me, that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im like feeling as rich as the caller who got 250k USD from Mr McMahon in WWE Raw. Not in cash form, but in friendship &amp;amp; bigbiglove form. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note that kenneth is a cockroach. (Duh, he is) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dominic the idiot called me at 12 in the morning, but i kinda fell asleep so i didnt hear his call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janice Choo sms-ed me during school to wish me a happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy hugged me and wished me a happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The class sung for me a happy birthday song, (awww!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got wished by Jazryl, Germaine, Kristabelle, Dominic, Nicholas, Ellery, Lendrix, Sofia, YiLing, Ms Munirah, Mdm Low, Mr Chia, with his math test ._. , and manymany others. I just forgot all. :l Oh and xingxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IM SO HAPPY IT FEELS LIKE NOTHING COULD RUIN MY MOOD TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, yeah. Later going to haagen dazs, to eat icecream with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(COOKIE CRUNCH IM SO COMING)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The SOS group is gonna regret me being the leader. Cause im a bad leader. We had an acorn for our group symbol! -happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And im gonna have a happyhappyhappyhappy birthday today. Nothing has happened to me, no one made me sad, so yeah, im extremely happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note to self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping List for Bugis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ♥ NY SHIRT. &lt;div align="center"&gt;THE JEANS. (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ORANGE SHORTS, SIZE 25/26.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PURPLE/BLACK/PINK SHORTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homework:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English summary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tingxie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xizi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did i mention my legs feel stiff thanks to PE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I certainly did not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's no more lemonlime jelly beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh darn ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Icecreamsoda jellybeans are nice too. They taste like vanilla. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And rocksugar. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG LIKE OMG. I LOST MY WALLET. AND I ALMOST LOST IT. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then i found it. YAY. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memorable birthday {:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4403384288042537313?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4403384288042537313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4403384288042537313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4403384288042537313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4403384288042537313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is.html' title='\today is'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1372539346124453284</id><published>2008-07-01T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:17:22.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\xxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today went for P.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.E. was horrible. Didnt die, but now my hand has three cuts, thanks to Jeremy Thia Mingxuan, whom supposedly pushed me and caused me to land on the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifeskills was used for a math olympics test. Horrible. Me, Germaine and Nadia guessed all of the answers. LOLLL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicholas asked me to do a quiz today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(What an idiot.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1)How long will you wait for someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;Long until i realize maybe that person isnt the right one for me? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)What do you hope for now?&lt;br /&gt;To score well for EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What will you do/say if tomorrow is end of world?&lt;br /&gt;Tell my crush i love him. And hug moomoo. And cry. And eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And spend all the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;DUHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after rain?&lt;br /&gt;Its a fact. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Will you snatch your love back?&lt;br /&gt;My love was never gone, you idddiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)What is your desire age of marriage?&lt;br /&gt;23. Living up to mummy's expectations. (HAHA). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Super happy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)What will you do if your crush asks you out?&lt;br /&gt;Go out with HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)What will you do if your best friend gets kidnapped?&lt;br /&gt;Ask the kidnappers to give you part of the ransom. Or, call the police and run around in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)What will you do if your crush knows that you like her?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Im a girl. Does this mean my crush is a girl? And my 'crush' knows i like her. Cause we are les. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)What feeling do you DUN LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Sadness &amp;amp; emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)What will you do if you have fallen in love with a girl?&lt;br /&gt;You twit. Im a girl. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)What are you looking forward for next week?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to look forward to, seeing that the next days my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)What's the most important things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Moomoo, food, family, guys, girls, and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)What do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel, daddy&amp;amp;mummy, guys, girls, donkeys, pigs, chickens, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE NOT, YOU TWIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Where do you think true love can be found?&lt;br /&gt;In someone you uh, loveee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Do you believe that there is true love?&lt;br /&gt;Well, duh. My parents are an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)What will you change if you could turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;I would study harder for PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)What's your greatest wish?&lt;br /&gt;To have a magic lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 people that i want to do the survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicholas Tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Germaine Lim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Kristabelle Poh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Dominic Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Kenneth Koh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Vincent Tay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Yap Jialin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Tricia Neo's friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Tricia Neo's cousin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Tricia Neo's sibling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1372539346124453284?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1372539346124453284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1372539346124453284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1372539346124453284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1372539346124453284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/07/xxx.html' title='\xxx'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6050044390338251776</id><published>2008-06-30T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:48:06.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GRAH ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didnt bring home the orange book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the project of volcanoes is still halfway done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to bugis on saaaturday, to get my jeans present from Germaine lovely and orangeee shorts. Ah, the joy of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, anyway, KRISTABELLE FAINTED TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMT, OMT, OMT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mabel says when she fainted, her hands were shaking and her eyes were wide open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Likeeee, omg. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so the schoolday passed like a blur. Guitar was fun, though. Im improving in Row, row, row your boat rhythm, and so is germaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dominic you idiot. Im proud of meee, so i zilian. NOT LIKE YOUUU. :X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay anyway. I finally leveled to level 41.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i havent done my homework yet. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IM SOSOSOSO DEAD. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GEOGRAPHY IS SUPER NICE KKKKK. I DONT KNOW WHY HUIHUI &amp;amp; ZHIZHI HATE IT SO MUCH. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grah, tomorrow there's PE. Im so gonna faint from the exhaustion of the 1.6 mock NAPFA test run. -groan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PEEEE-ISSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hills are landforms which are less than 600m high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mountains are landforms which are mora than 600m high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plateaus are flat-topped mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valleys i have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6050044390338251776?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6050044390338251776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6050044390338251776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6050044390338251776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6050044390338251776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/guitar.html' title='\guitar'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-7637579016159935532</id><published>2008-06-29T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:27:58.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\kezia the fluffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/p4.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so today me &amp;amp; family went to breakfast at a coffee shop near Prime SuperMart before driving me to tuition. Huihui didn't do her homework uh, so she walked while doing. Zhizhi didnt care, he was probably off in his gay world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then after tuition i got dropped off at Germaines house and we watched the last part of the Kim Possible movie. I ate lunch there and then we started on the project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then it was so cool cause although we were like doing the volcanoes, but me &amp;amp; germaine was like laughing cause of something i said. Then we went to compass point, and we got like 250grams worth of colored thick paper with three extras. :x Then we went like, minishopping and i bought two packets of colored rubber/plastic bands :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were stopping past an OP store when I saw this really, really cute shirt at 19.90 with 20% off and everything, but then germaine's mom called and we had to go home ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, next week im bringing money so i can go and buy that shirt, if it still exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Metro shorts are at 24.90 per pair, and its super expensive D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so when we went back to Germaine's house at Compassvale, I met the cutest, six-year-old girl i could ever know in this year; Kezia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIKEEEE, OMG.  Shes so cute, cause she was all polite and everything, asking if she could help to do the project with us. And then halfway during the slack, or rather, slowdoings, daddy called to tell me he's picking me up soon and i practically rushed through the last four pages, before eating dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Auntie siti cooked fried chicken, yay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then kezia was sosososo nice cause she sacrificed her last chicken wing for ME, and germaine said kezia never did anything like that for her before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then me and germaine had a stress showdown, which i lost. Then we played this game called fruits. Its like snap, although slightly different. Me being watermelon and honeydew totally pwned the two sisters. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home thereafter, just before starting a game of STACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did i mention Kezia made for me a card/notebook/secret book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHES SO SWEET LA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-7637579016159935532?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7637579016159935532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=7637579016159935532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7637579016159935532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/7637579016159935532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/kezia-fluffy.html' title='\kezia the fluffy'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4006017865342462672</id><published>2008-06-28T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:56:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\advanced birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t31.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you all know, 2nd july is a super important day for tricia &amp;amp; friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Duuuuh, there's a math holiday assignment test which Mr Chia is gonna mark super strictly on.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, its not just that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have noticed its Tricia's birthday, then thankyou ever so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you havent noticed, go stick your head in a fishbowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today was started off with me &amp;amp; gabriel going for tuition. I did nothing much, since i was there to accompany gabriel, so i just played my PSP- which mummy didnt allow. Haha. But still, its HARVEST MOON. And its like so addicting :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we went at around 11.41 to tampines mall to wait for Luke &amp;amp; Elizabeth's mighty arrival. Joe, lukes brother didnt come cause he was taken for the day. We waited for 45 minutes. Me and gabriel ate like, a double cheeseburger for LUNCH. ! Like, are we crash dieting? (No). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went up to Timezone and luke, who came first, was such a bobo he could not win a crocodile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later i dragged them to the wallet shop and soon we found Elizabeth, the lost sheep (._.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to century square's arcade for the Mario Kart, and went back to tampines mall. Went in to popular and got Princess Diaries, first series. (YAYYYY). Stupidly, we wandered into Toys'r'us and minitoons, where we got daddy a basketball ashtray and a pig keychain for mummy. Went back to Wallet Shop and got the brown 'MYUK AND I AGAINST THE WORLD' pouch. Luke got the black one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later went home with the two royals, and fetched elizabeth home later, around 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reached Japanese restaurant. And needed to queue. Me, Luke, and Gabriel went to buy jellybeans- from Cocoa Trees. Went in to the restaurant (forgot name) and we got like tons of food. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c7.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, we ate Salmon Sashimi, California rolls and the Tamago sushi. Gabriel ate shrimp roe too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went around and took 2 bowls of Iwate Mushroom soup, a bowl of redbeanpaste with mochi, and a strawberry slush ice for dessert. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The watermelon juice was like damn nice, cause it tastes like real watermelon, and not those fake ones with added sugar you buy in stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c8.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the watermelon juice's pureness and the cute little model who doesnt know hes being taken until the last photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later, we needed to sort out the jellybeans so mummy had us take photos, since luke was migrating to Australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(note that its a 10pm flight on 11july, MUST MAKE IT.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/g25.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay stupid shot. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/g26.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closeup at lukes true face. Note his invisible facial hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PISS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4006017865342462672?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4006017865342462672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4006017865342462672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4006017865342462672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4006017865342462672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/advanced-birthday.html' title='\advanced birthday'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2353158946978215352</id><published>2008-06-27T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:53:00.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  I dont like stalkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Number 1 fear: Stalkers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Number 2 fear: Boggarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Number 3 fear: Insects fried on a stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2353158946978215352?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2353158946978215352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2353158946978215352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2353158946978215352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2353158946978215352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/x.html' title='\x'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-1066413751422834919</id><published>2008-06-27T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:07:47.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\AHHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah people scream, scream, and yeah scream somemore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/psp4.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, i didn't post yesterday, sadly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, yesterday at guitar, germaine the big elephantine popinjay, told me, rachel, and kristabelle ghost stories. :x Okay, then my toe, (which now its pus-filled and all swollen and everything,) was like hurting and hurting, so at 4.30, after dismissal, i had to limp home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But before that, i treated kristabelle and germaine to icecream at Mac's. SUPER NICE :DD Okay, then after that, daddy was asking me they didn't have the Pink PHAT PSP i desire. So i gave in, being impatient and all, and got a Slim Pink PSP. So now, me and jialin have the same PSPs. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy called the seller and the seller said we could get the PSP today, (YAY), and we went to hougang and sat at a mcdonald's restaurant, while waiting for daddy. It was so funny cause me and gabriel, eating cheeseburgers and drinking coke, were predicting maybe it was the guy at the opposite table who talked to daddy on the phone. And true enough, it was la. :X!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, today during Science, (Which wasnt taken by MRS HO, it was taken by this hothot new teacher Ms Vanessa Tan). She brought us to the Biology Lab and we did experiments on Solutions and Suspensions. She said one of the precautions was not to run around, cause a chemical may spill and make a hole in the uniform. Then, germaine softly told me if the chemical burned a hole into MY uniform, everyone could see my infected bellybutton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I KNOW, ITS HORRIBLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. I didn't know how the hell the bellybutton got infected, but I didnt touch it! ): So, maybe it magically became infected or smth. I donno x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, talked to jazryl today on MSN. Or rather, currently talking to Jazryl. She wanted to get a Mickey Mouse MP3 from a blogshop. But she doesnt have enough money and the orders close by 30th june. So she couldnt get it ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She found a $14 same model MP3. But its in china. She has to flyyyyyyyy there. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant wait for tomorrow at 12.30pm, cause me, luke, elizabeth, joe &amp;amp; gabriel are going out. To get my birthday present, to get luke a birthday present, to eat dinner at a Marche-style Japanese Restaurant accompanied by family, and to play arcade. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My birthday next week, is a disaster. We got the Holiday Assignment test on that day. Mr Chia wont let me off. Damnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-1066413751422834919?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1066413751422834919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=1066413751422834919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1066413751422834919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/1066413751422834919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhhhhhh.html' title='\AHHHHHHH!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4426492429932709735</id><published>2008-06-25T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:43:15.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\global warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/volcano2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Volcanoes have nothing to do with Global Warming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i was bored and i needed to figure my geography project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Global warming exists, its alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because of this, six more degrees and we'll get flooded. We, as in the entire earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dry areas get flooded. Wet areas go through droughts. Is this what's gonna happen to the earth? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is if we don't do anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The icebergs of the North and South poles would melt, and form a layer ontop of the sea. Soon, the weather would get colder, and Ice Age would be present once more. Im sure, im super sure, i dont want to die, or die knowing i could, or we could save our lives before if we played a part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today school was fun. :D Except for the PW briefing. That was horrible. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, today was tad boring. I got so bored I had nothing to do, i spent an hour in the toilet reading. Wtffffxz. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay nvm :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today me and germaine crapped alott. LOL. Im gonna change place with lendrix, soon :D Even though he sits just infront of me, i still get to sit infront and show my nerdness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANDDDD BOUGHT RED RIPPLE FLIPFLOPS TODAY. They are like 2cm tall, so i am a lil taller. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry On My Shoulder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you need someone you're feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for love and you're alone&lt;br /&gt;If you call your friends nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;You can run away but you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Through a storm and through a lonely night&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll show you there's a destiny&lt;br /&gt;The best things in life they are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone&lt;br /&gt;Who cares for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you're feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Your heart gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do&lt;br /&gt;If your sky is grey oh, let me know&lt;br /&gt;There's a place in heaven where we'll go&lt;br /&gt;If heaven is a million years away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just call me and I'll make your day&lt;br /&gt;When the nights are gettin' cold and blue&lt;br /&gt;When the days are gettin' hard for you&lt;br /&gt;I will always stay here by your side&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I'll never hide&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone&lt;br /&gt;Who cares for you&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Your heart gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone&lt;br /&gt;Who cares for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Your heart gets colder&lt;br /&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What real love can do&lt;br /&gt;What real love can do&lt;br /&gt;What love can do&lt;br /&gt;What love can do&lt;br /&gt;Love can do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is sad. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4426492429932709735?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4426492429932709735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4426492429932709735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4426492429932709735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4426492429932709735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/global-warming.html' title='\global warming'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-8300303791700753492</id><published>2008-06-24T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T04:26:00.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\kiss cam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/i31.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes. On gabriel's birthday, me, janice, jamie, congcong &amp;amp; gabriel watched Girlboy tagteam match. Maria &amp;amp; John Cena VS Edge &amp;amp; Lita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then Maria was so worried since she got thrashed by Lita before, and she was worrying for no particular reason so John Cena kissed MARIA. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcMckE-WIz4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vcMckE-WIz4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway. It was damn sad. ): Cause maria didnt know how to wrestle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Full story. Edge was battling cena. And then edge forced Maria to tag cena at the back. And lita came in, and one of her moves was choking maria. Then, later blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, then edge got hurled out of the ring. And lita was the only one available for the match. Lita was so scared of cena that she actually FLASHED, like pulled up her shirt to show cena her bra, but then edge attempted to Spear cena, but cena moved and Edge speared lita instead! Edge got out of the ring again, and before john cena could get lita out, maria dashed in and did it for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way to go maria. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note that lita and edge are a couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched a chinese show at xingxings house today. Wah was damn shiok. Was planning to go home after eating but then i went home at 6. I watched it until episode 5 ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-8300303791700753492?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8300303791700753492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=8300303791700753492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8300303791700753492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/8300303791700753492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiss-cam.html' title='\kiss cam'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2354672103494939923</id><published>2008-06-23T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T04:29:03.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\first day back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay, today was the veryvery first day of school for Semester 3! And because today, we are starting on Geography. And our form teacher, who teaches us Geography, said that he counted that there are around 13 weeks for us to ACTUALLY prepare for the EOYs.  And that is like 65 schooldays to prepare for lessons and 26 days of leisure, and more revision. Plus, our Guitar SYF is coming up next year, therefore we now have two days of training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, being kiasu people, me and Germaine set up a study plan, one that we can both adapt to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was hard work, with each of us studying about 2 hours each day, from June to the end of July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, its me anyway. With after, August to September is gonna be harder and harder as the guitar trainings would increase, as in longer periods of time and we would need more time to study. Or rather, me anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, the study plan now has at most 2h 30 minutes of break in the afternoon, and at least an hour revision with daily homework. Therefore, when &lt;u&gt;dominic says i need to reserve five hours for him, it is not possible. &lt;/u&gt;DUH, I HAVE ONLY 3 - 4 HOURS OF BREAK. HOW TO RESERVE 5? X_X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Anyway. We have a project on Volcanoes. At least, me &amp;amp; germaine have. 'Cause Mr Wee assigned us to do a project, a scrapbook on Geograpy, and me &amp;amp; germaine picked Tectonic Plates. And we are gonna do it on Sunday, after my tuition. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even though I have a stupid study plan, (actually it isnt stupid), i would post everyday :D Just well, not go online for that long. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PISSSSSSSSSSSSS .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2354672103494939923?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2354672103494939923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2354672103494939923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2354672103494939923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2354672103494939923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-back.html' title='\first day back'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-6030140977224705964</id><published>2008-06-21T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T05:34:27.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\gay busters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/t28.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swensens photo! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Janice took it for me uh {:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep. We went to swensens today. And me, janice &amp;amp; jamie were so hungry we three ate two plates of Chicken Mushroom Spaghetti, and one bowl of Fish Baked Rice. The rice was about 3/5, cause there wasnt enough cheese and we most of the time just ate plain rice -.-, and some of the rice grains are like, chaotah. The spaghetti is like, 4.5/5, seeing that it was really nice, but there wasn't enough cheese so we had to ask for extra cheese. x_x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/c6.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we ordered a regular earthquake, and mummy put a pink big candle for Gabriel. The earthquake was so huge the five of us just started eating and eating like pigs. We made one big mess, and the leftovers looked like Willy Wonka's chocolate fountain gone totally wrong- seeing that it is PINK in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we proceeded to a chinese restaurant, seeing that one of our uncles bought Gabriel a cake, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and it totally ruined our arcade time&lt;/s&gt;, and when we reached they brought out a cheesecake and sang happy birthday to Gabriel, Kai Yuan and another one of our uncles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/h2.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so you see a weird girl with specs looking at the camera. The girl is known as Theresa Neo Shi Hui (Aka huihui). Note that the yellow chunk with bits of brown is actually the cheesecake, and there were no forks at present, so we used chopsticks to eat it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, later me and cong went back to the house of Theresa Neo. LOL. And me and zhizhi were like playing audi couple, since it was around 12 midnight and there was nothing to do, so we played Audi Couple with juxtaedge, aka Dominic the Evil Pig. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/a1.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you look, the guy called _zhizhi_ is gay. Damn right he is. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, then we went to sleep and I hung up on dominic. Still, later at around 6.30am me and huihui woke up to her auntie's handphone ringing, and i realized i kicked moomoo all the way til' the end of the bed. It kinda scared me cause dominic was scaring me that he would take moomoo away, and I thought he really did. x_x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay tuition was fun as usual, and i earnt 1 buck from the teacher for finding 18 errors &lt;u&gt;accurately&lt;/u&gt; and in the fastest time. -grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, then we went to parkway parade to get icecream. And to find my parents to take me home ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/p3.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wo shi zilian-kuang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not perverted. And i was stupid enough to post them, thanks to pig dominic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RAWRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-6030140977224705964?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6030140977224705964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=6030140977224705964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6030140977224705964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/6030140977224705964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/gay-busters.html' title='\gay busters'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-5808705034723040025</id><published>2008-06-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:59:27.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABRIEL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes, today Gabriel is turning 10, weeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Note the sarcasm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, who wants to grow old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gabriel doesnt wanna grow old, he likes his birthday because there are presents to be recieved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, gabriel has lived a decade since 1998! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is 21 June. Note note note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before talking about the handsome annoyance also known as Gabriel, there's a picture tribute to his annoying presence in our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I meant annoying as in, you can't stop thinking how cute he is. !!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/g21.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, my dad is in the picture cause i wanted you people to note the hair resemblance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This pictures are taken when he was a baby. Only two pictures are in the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are loads more pictures to show Gabriel's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For instance, on his birthday i forgot when, but it should be when he was around 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/g12.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, thats Huijie, Junjie, Lingling, Xingxing, Jamie &amp;amp; Gabriel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gabriel in the picture, Gabriel of the future is celebrating his birthday today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Gabriel is wearing the spiderman shirt, fyi.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/g17.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent Gabriel's birthday in China in 2006! Look at gabriel's smiley face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was very happy back then cause for once he didn't get any injury. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/g14.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't spend Gabriel's birthday on a boat. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were touring Rendang in his birthday month, but we didnt celebrate his birthday there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gabriel is in the middle of the top photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Top photo: Jackie, Gabriel, Janice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bottom photo: Jamie, Tricia, Jekjan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now we are zooming back to the present.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We know you always get an injury, head bleedings, eyebrow scars and fractured arms can prove it all. You wanted to celebrate your birthday with all your family members, each of them grinning and beaming proudly at you. Though your academic results arent that great, and you don't have many close friends to associate with, you just need to know that Tricia loves you very, very much. So much that she cried while making your baby photo collection. We all love you gabriel! And even if you do not like to take photos, we all know that you currently are just super cute. Except when you cry. Thats bad. Still, im really sorry if i make you cry once a year. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I hope you had a birthday to be remembered today, seeing that you have a broken arm and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we love you gabriel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God i sound like a mum. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, gabriel is annoying and he loves chickens. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GABRIELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man of God, A CROSS BETWEEN CANCER &amp;amp; GEMINI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FEEL FREE TO TRACK HIM DOWN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-5808705034723040025?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5808705034723040025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=5808705034723040025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5808705034723040025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5808705034723040025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/gabriel.html' title='\gabriel'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-4937265932415305173</id><published>2008-06-20T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:04:02.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\make up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I wanna see you when I wake up, wake up, wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause you look good without make up, make up, make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're sexy and you know it, know it, know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. Okay, its sung by Jesse McCartney. Its called Make Up, btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im hearing stupid songs lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Mercy Drive - Burn In My Light, or rather known as, RANDY ORTON'S theme. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey, nothing you can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change what you done to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im having a stupid conversation with dominic wong on MSN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently hes keeping something from me. And he digested moomoo. RAWR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rey Mysterio's theme is nice as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause he's like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Booyaka booyaka, 619 hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Booyaka, booyaka Rey Mysterio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later, 10.01pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only Fooling Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stop to catch my breath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And I stop to catch your eye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No need to second-guess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That you’ve been on my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream days away, but that’s okay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It’s like I want to hear a silent sound &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And then hold it in my hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But a rose won’t blossom from a ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Of desert sand, but I like to pretend that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; One day I’ll turn around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I’ll see your hand reach out I’m only fooling myself, oh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But maybe when you smile It means you’d stay awhile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just maybe you’d save me now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, now it’s etched in stone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That I can’t survive alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You have the missing piece &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I need so desperately &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Yes, I slip away to a day that’ll never come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It’s like a splash of water to my face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I suddenly realize &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That you could never find a place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me in your eyes, and I don’t know why I keep thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; One day I’ll turn around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll see your hand reach out I’m only fooling myself, oh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But maybe when you smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It means you’d stay awhile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just maybe you’d save me now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s love in disguise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m lost in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m lost in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day I’ll turn around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll see your hand reach out I’m only fooling myself, oh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But maybe when you smile It means you’d stay awhile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just maybe you’d save me now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Save me now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just maybe you’d save me now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-4937265932415305173?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4937265932415305173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=4937265932415305173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4937265932415305173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/4937265932415305173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/make-up.html' title='\make up'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-5709446483107664279</id><published>2008-06-19T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:29:11.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\icon inc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made icons of wrestlers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk61/triciaproductions/ww1.png" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love them all uh. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mickie &amp;amp; Maria look hothothooot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-5709446483107664279?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5709446483107664279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=5709446483107664279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5709446483107664279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/5709446483107664279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/icon-inc.html' title='\icon inc'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878954248296466477.post-2434082130708456230</id><published>2008-06-19T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:21:28.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>\hello &amp; goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, I would like to start off with one word;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOMINICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC. &gt;:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. Why did i just say that? Because he called me a zi-lian kuang! Whatever that means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, i know its an insult! Seriously. People are making Tricia the Mighty's title dumber and dumber each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For instance, Alex mentions that: "Tricia cant put on her belt properly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Dominic mentions: "Tricia loves her butt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And janicechoo, although this is a very long ago thing, says that: "Tricia is dumb, wee ♥."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARHHHHXZZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, nvm. Today i was like auditioning, and I finally made 617k dens. Argh, -tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And later, im gonna help jialin mei earn her den as well. I mean like, its 300k. Probably ill help her earn 100k, then ill fit in the other 200k some other time. Still, my back hurts. ): And i lost my Pen again. Im sure its somewhere on the table filled or piled up with all my books. Still, later i need to pack my bag. ARGH. Because i know theres Geography, and I HOPE im able to get an A on it. I think im making a new skin too. That should probably later in the night, i suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anybody by Jesse McCartney is such a hot song! God, someone hear it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878954248296466477-2434082130708456230?l=t-ricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2434082130708456230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878954248296466477&amp;postID=2434082130708456230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2434082130708456230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878954248296466477/posts/default/2434082130708456230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-ricia.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-goodbye.html' title='\hello &amp; goodbye'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00336808947105662291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t3Lw8EflMyk/SUCTEps7yLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lNmt3bGY1hk/S220/4qx2g5w-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
