<?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-27858054</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:47:03.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTELLE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-744447199917434480</id><published>2007-08-03T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:57:29.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brokenstalk.livejournal.com :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-744447199917434480?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/744447199917434480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=744447199917434480' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/744447199917434480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/744447199917434480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-66036512035155858</id><published>2007-07-30T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:56:26.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Fucking Good.</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE. I TELL YOU SOMETHING OKAY. I'm in the F&amp;N comp lab so yes I can blog for just today! Anyway, I have not blogged for SUCH A LONG TIME and it's amazing how my life is still so happening. As in, so many stuff happened that I almost, almost forgot to have a cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;/strong&gt; HAPPENED YESTERDAY? One of the best days in my life man fuck seriously! I was in the train toward City Hall because I was going to have dinner with Clifton. So as the train was at Orchard (I can't really remember, but should be Orchard), someone came in. Yes that bloody someone whose blog I love and adore so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went, &lt;em&gt;"DAMNNN... Kenny Sia is beside me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY LORD I TELL YOU I WAS SO ECSTATIC, I WANTED TO SCREAM AND I WANTED TO HAVE A PHOTO TAKEN WITH HIM. But hell no, I didn't. People in the train would think I'm some crazy fuck. My heart was laughing, my knees were jumping, my hands were trembling. Yes, Kenny Sia was beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't laugh at me, he's a darn good blogger, love the way he blogs. Man... &lt;a href="www.kennysia.com"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt;. Can't forget the Adidas shirt he's always wearing. ;) And HE SMILED AT ME HAHAHAHAHA. Ok don't laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, life is good. My computer got fucking formatted so all my pictures are gone. Not that I didn't do a back-up, the virus went too quickly. But I'll take more pictures to make it up. Just an update, this Saturday (080407) would be the 1st year anniversary of Clifton and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking believe it, my life is so exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-66036512035155858?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/66036512035155858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=66036512035155858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/66036512035155858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/66036512035155858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-fucking-good.html' title='Life Is Fucking Good.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-5190296689745085737</id><published>2007-07-12T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:46:19.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD LIFE YO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;very busy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very upset about my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very tired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, I'm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying my best to polish up my Trigo sums.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saving up money for birthdays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on a diet (ok maybe).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;craving for KFC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to stay awake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really want to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep for 24 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fix my own computer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hit the gym.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cry the shit out of my eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see Clif as soon as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apparently, I think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I'm becoming more than sadistic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm dangerous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;because...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep thinking about killing and murdering people who piss me off in school. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have plans on how to kill them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to kill them so badly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to just stab them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I mean is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;to drown them in the sea,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pull them up again,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;choke them with a huge banana,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scrape off their skin and slowly retrieve their veins,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;let them eat their veins,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they die, and I blend them into pulp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-5190296689745085737?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5190296689745085737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=5190296689745085737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5190296689745085737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5190296689745085737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/sad-life-yo.html' title='SAD LIFE YO'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2194809138349344884</id><published>2007-07-09T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:38:59.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes yes! I GOT INTO BLOGGER.COM! Apparently, my computer just fucked me up and everything (yes, really everything) is fucking messy. I am so bloody lucky to reach blogger.com and now I'm just gonna do some wordy entry. Weekends were great! As well as last Thursday and Friday. Damn I'm enjoying my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: Had Fish &amp; Co with Baby, ate like pigs. Clifton is just so fucking awesome. Need I say more? :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; Out to Chomp Chomp with Deborah, Deona, Yee Leng, Stanley and Ridhwan. Good food at good price. Awesome friends, TV programmes and pasar malam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; Met Clif, went to Sim Lim Square and he bought a Samsung 19 inch LCD monitor that cost 4 months of my allowance (100$ a month). Knocked some sense into his kuku head and told him to stop spending. Ikea trip, disappointed Baby. Stayed over and I FUCKING SNORED WHILE I SLEPT BECAUSE BABY TOLD ME SO. ARGH. Love Clif.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; Rushed to Sim Lim and purchased stuff that Baby needed and he didn't know. He was so happy when I showed him the cable he needed badly. Baby sold his Vodafone away. AND I HAD THE BEST SUNDAY DINNER. Just awesome. Mother-in-law cooks the best dishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt; School ended at 1500 and I just had 2 duck tongues. Yum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will update soon because right now, I cannot access to anywhere but the net. Don't ask why, I have no idea too. COMPUTER'S SCREWED LAH NBCB.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOODBYE, GOOD DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2194809138349344884?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2194809138349344884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2194809138349344884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2194809138349344884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2194809138349344884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-yes-yes-i-got-into-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8289184992482841487</id><published>2007-07-04T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Sugary Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351682231381986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RouxbBfJL-I/AAAAAAAABFg/SACIu5QVmAY/s400/yipee5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start today's entry with canteen food. Malay food is awesome, tho' it's a tad bit expensive 'cos we are always given insufficient food. The ayam goreng is the best, I don't mind having it everyday or even for every meal. But the machiks are too stingy and over-friendly, not good not good. The rice stall? &lt;strong&gt;GOOD STUFF MAN&lt;/strong&gt;! Filling and delicious. Friendly man and wife working together, they always make me smile. There are still other food stalls but these 2 are the most clean and serve the tastiest food in school. LOL ENOUGH ABOUT CANTEEN FOOD. WHAT A TOPIC TO START OFF WITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is great. Not forgetting the endless fights I had with Slutty Alvin. We had water fight, spilling-all-your-stationeries-from-your-pencil-case fight, verbal abuse, punching and kicking, grabbing-each-other's-bag-and-threaten-to-throw-it-away fight, I-call-you-gay-you-call-me-slut fight. And many more. Damn fucking hilarious I almost laughed my lungs off. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RouxaxfJL7I/AAAAAAAABFI/l0vCvfpn54U/s1600-h/yipee8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351677936414642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RouxaxfJL7I/AAAAAAAABFI/l0vCvfpn54U/s400/yipee8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having tuition is bad. Having tuition straight after school was the last thing on my mind and sleeping was first. Teacher just told us that we'd be revising on.. the worst topic ever - Trigonometry or however you spell that. MANNNN. &lt;strong&gt;COS SIN TAN&lt;/strong&gt;. For some reason, the teacher just can't seem to pronounce "Toa, Cah, Soh" properly. What's alzebra, anyway?! LOL. My point is, I just want my math to improve. But this tuition ain't working for me. I MUST FIND MY UNCLE JOHN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to Sembawang!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RouxaxfJL8I/AAAAAAAABFQ/idd5fsAQRxg/s1600-h/yipee7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351677936414658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RouxaxfJL8I/AAAAAAAABFQ/idd5fsAQRxg/s400/yipee7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's wrong with my hair, the wind?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083349925589757778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rouv0xfJL1I/AAAAAAAABEg/B1eMj8VbHgM/s400/yipee9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OHHHH YEAHHHHHH, before heading to our tuition teacher's house (I don't know her name), we bought some old-school sweets to keep our mouths occupied. Sw33tn355 okay! HAHAHA! I don't really see those sweets at 7-11 or Cheers anymore. They are like kinda ancient around Singapore now. But we found all these sweets in YiYang Convenience Store! (or something like that -_-) Love all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351686526349298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RouxbRfJL_I/AAAAAAAABFo/ZO7wtPD45tY/s400/yipee4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fake chocolate but I love it! LOL!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083356900616646658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rou2KxfJMAI/AAAAAAAABFw/m-tpkgZCqSA/s400/yipee3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FAKE CHOCOLATE! Not exactly, but the taste was like, eww. Love the colours tho.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083356900616646674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rou2KxfJMBI/AAAAAAAABF4/fUXp0b31hno/s400/yipee2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dip-it-with-sugar-and-suck-the-foot pop! FWAH.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083356904911613986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rou2LBfJMCI/AAAAAAAABGA/SGKHB5QeYv4/s400/yipee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just needed 5 more bucks and I could get anything I wanted in the shop. Everything's so bloody cheap and tho I know all these sugary stuff will make me fat, I don't care anymore! Must eat 'em up before they are completely not around in Singapore. HAHAHA! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aisha. :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083351682231381970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RouxbBfJL9I/AAAAAAAABFY/7-CKk8pZgwg/s400/yipee6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuition today was alright. I got pissed off with the teacher 'cos she was going too fast and her explanations were too brief for me to understand. At that moment, I wanted to break her table and just stomp out but I couldn't because Aisha was with me and and and she'd (teacher) probably think I'm some nutcase if I do so. LOL WTF.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rouv0RfJLxI/AAAAAAAABEA/mL0acWrMubQ/s1600-h/yipee13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083349916999823122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rouv0RfJLxI/AAAAAAAABEA/mL0acWrMubQ/s400/yipee13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;She was holding on to one of her fave neoprints. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rouv0RfJLyI/AAAAAAAABEI/k09ih1IqvGo/s1600-h/yipee12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083349916999823138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rouv0RfJLyI/AAAAAAAABEI/k09ih1IqvGo/s400/yipee12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I looked like crap. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rouv0hfJLzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/TM933zquAwU/s1600-h/yipee11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083349921294790450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rouv0hfJLzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/TM933zquAwU/s400/yipee11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We were trying to take a picture. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rouv0hfJL0I/AAAAAAAABEY/GejSRaI-bX8/s1600-h/yipee10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083349921294790466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rouv0hfJL0I/AAAAAAAABEY/GejSRaI-bX8/s400/yipee10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had fun today. Kinda disappointed that I couldn't see Clif today 'cos its our 11th month anniversary. I've got tuition and he had work. Oh well it's fine for me, I just miss him like crazy. I hope I'll be able to see him tomorrow but I'm still not sure 'cos I'm gonna have math mock exams 'till late. School is driving me crazy, but the thought of wanting to see you so badly is worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 11th Month Anniversary, Clif.&lt;/strong&gt; I've got so much to tell you and I want to see you. I love you. Forever and ever! :) You are an awesome husband and really, I'll stick with you like supaglu. You know like really stickstickstick and never let go that kind. I know you will never ever get sick of my nonsense. I would love to grow up but 16 is just fine. Hehehe, don't you become an old uncle. Okay? Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[edited]&lt;/strong&gt; Aisha, you looked great in all the photos. No uglies uglies okies. Fathamah, wished you were here with us. :)&lt;strong&gt; [/edited]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8289184992482841487?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8289184992482841487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8289184992482841487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8289184992482841487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8289184992482841487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweet-sugary-day.html' title='Sweet, Sugary Day'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RouxbBfJL-I/AAAAAAAABFg/SACIu5QVmAY/s72-c/yipee5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8221360391584184115</id><published>2007-07-03T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:14.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE TODAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;FAT! HAHAHA LOOK AT THOSE CHEEKS.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082923521236610738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoosAxfJLrI/AAAAAAAABDQ/kuvWo3dLZyQ/s400/aishaandfatme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiiiiii people! School was damn fun today. I've been doing okay with my subjects minus Mathematics and Chem. Yesyes school is fun when there are Aisha, Adela, Alvin, Fathamah, Jaime, Jing Ting and Vicki! Alright.. School started off with Chinese.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I TELL YOU - IT'S ULTIMATE BOREDOM AND YOU KNOW YOU JUST SHAKE LEG, TALK COCK AND READ THE CHINESE STUFF. Ooooomfg. BORING! But thank God I have Aisha, Syl and Jamie to chitchat with. Hehehe. Boyfriends, gossips and laugher. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during lessons, I kept thinking about Clif telling me about our "&lt;em&gt;Sweet Sat Outing&lt;/em&gt;". I cannot wait for Saturday to come you know! It's gonna be just the world of two of us. Movie, popcorns and dinner. Oh, we do take strolls, slow and sweet ones. Old school dating is absolute sweetness. Hehehe. And then I got distracted. Missed out some notes. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082923521236610722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoosAxfJLqI/AAAAAAAABDI/t1RruSUL-jo/s400/aishaandfatme2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to face school mates with this new fringe. Some thought that I had my fringe done by putting a bowl on my head. Some thought it was too thick. Some just stare at you like you're some kinda freak. BUTTTT I love my fringe. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to tidy up my fringe 'cos I'm always so lazy. Louis said I looked like Chun Li from some Street Fighters thingy. China doll.. More like a china doll down with retardation. LOL. Hehehehohohohohahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love today man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082923516941643410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoosAhfJLpI/AAAAAAAABDA/sblYF_-wzhk/s400/aishaandfatme3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We speak Chinese fluently! :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082924251381051106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoosrRfJLuI/AAAAAAAABDo/gCJlWtcYg2c/s400/helloadela!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 1315 lesson, Adela, Jaime and I rushed to Prime to get bubble tea. OREO CHOCOLATE IS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. Hahaha darn refreshing for such a hot weather. You know, the weather is being a big bitch and it's so warm, you feel like walking naked or getting dipped by a pool of cold, sexy blue water. I THINK WALKING NAKED IS THE BEST. Since everyone's got breasts, dicks, ginas and everything esle, why hide?! LOL KIDDING LAH. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bubble tea, we took a rest and started Bio lesson. After which, Adela and I went crazy waiting for the rest of our friends. SO BORED, WE WERE SO BORED THAT WE WENT CRAZY DE LOR! HAHAHAHA! &lt;strong&gt;Talk cock, shake leg, play mahjong ah!&lt;/strong&gt; Ran here and there and here and there. Spoke in Chinese and laughed our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082924251381051122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoosrRfJLvI/AAAAAAAABDw/ZvgwdQNmtaI/s400/graciagrasssia!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took this, so pretty right the flower!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082924255676018434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoosrhfJLwI/AAAAAAAABD4/dAZWKEWBks8/s400/whiteflowersnice!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Superman has a purse yo!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082923521236610754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoosAxfJLsI/AAAAAAAABDY/xiso9z0Qecg/s400/pursesiol!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MY SHOES ARE DAMN MESSY!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082923525531578066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoosBBfJLtI/AAAAAAAABDg/LasINvmAX3w/s400/messyshoes!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aLriiGhT. HAHAHA! LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. LIFE'S FUCKING BORING. Okay done! I feel much better now. I need to get out of the school as quick as ABC, eh no, as quick as lightning! I can't stand getting caught for talking or whatsoever. After Os I'm gonna call everyone up for chitchatting. HAHAHA! And oh, - said that I have potential in photography. Like no way man (no not bragging but it's disgusting! Hello, photography?! -_-)! Pui pukes poke. LOL HAIYAR ANYWAY, TAKE CARE YA'LL. CAN I HAF YO NUMBA? CAN I HAF YO NUMBA? CAN I HAF YO NUMBA? CAN I HAF YO NUMBA? CAN I HAF YO NUMBA? CAN I HAF YO NUMBA? CAN I HAF YO NUMBA? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, would be the 11th month anniversary. Clifbaby and I. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HIM ON SAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8221360391584184115?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8221360391584184115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8221360391584184115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8221360391584184115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8221360391584184115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/fat-hahaha-look-at-those-cheeks.html' title='I LOVE TODAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YAY.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoosAxfJLrI/AAAAAAAABDQ/kuvWo3dLZyQ/s72-c/aishaandfatme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-3074315290241488680</id><published>2007-07-02T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RojEQhfJLoI/AAAAAAAABC4/a29LqIQybd4/s1600-h/MUA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082527967633550978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RojEQhfJLoI/AAAAAAAABC4/a29LqIQybd4/s400/MUA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my Geog previously and ended up sleeping on the bed for God knows why. I really need to memorize notes on Tourism and then I'll start on Biology later. I've got nooooo time to waste but it seems like I'm wasting my time away. Okay, I don't know what I'm talking about and MY MUM REFUSED TO SCOOP RICE FOR ME and I'm pissed off because IT'S JUST A BOWL OF RICE. And yeah she must be thinking, IT'S JUST A BOWL OF RICE SO GO SCOOP IT YOURSELF. OK FINE, I WILL LIKE IN 5 MINUTES TIME. God, I want to see Clifbaby badly now because he's the one who makes me feel like I'm the mosssssssst important girl in the world. I wish I could move to Boon Lay. I really wish I stay just a block away from Clif so that I can sneak into his place and sleep in the middle of the night. Sigh, gonna scoop my rice. Goodbye.&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/27858054-3074315290241488680?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3074315290241488680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=3074315290241488680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3074315290241488680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3074315290241488680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/rants.html' title='Rants.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RojEQhfJLoI/AAAAAAAABC4/a29LqIQybd4/s72-c/MUA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2958209860553489260</id><published>2007-07-01T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;The first pic made my fringe looked so not straight.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RocN9xfJLkI/AAAAAAAABCY/M1VFNknYucM/s1600-h/bangs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082046059418037826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RocN9xfJLkI/AAAAAAAABCY/M1VFNknYucM/s400/bangs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I missed you, F. It's been 3 years and now we had to part. You've been with me for so long, always there when I needed you, kissed me on my lips when I put you down. But we just had to break up. Fringe, I miss you but I just had to cut you away because you bored me. Say "hello" to dolly fringe. (what's bangs?) I didn't cut the rest of my hair, just the fringe. Please don't laugh at me if you find me looking really retarded. Clif was the first one to see my new hair (okay, it was Mum the 1st but whatever, she was with me when I cut), he looked shocked and said it suit my face. Hehehe, thank you. I love my fringe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082046055123070514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RocN9hfJLjI/AAAAAAAABCQ/lpLWvGyqvzI/s400/bangs2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you see me in school, try not to laugh. But eh, I love my fringe! Don't laugh or I swear I'd use a scissors to rip off your hair. Somehow... Thick, dolly fringe reminds me of Lily Allen and I love her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082050844011605586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RocSURfJLlI/AAAAAAAABCg/ZR1hO4ac3ac/s400/lily!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay in any case, if you think that I look like some fucking clown walking with a set of dolly fucking bangs, please cover your mouth and try not to laugh because if I do hear some laughter around me, I'd get very paranoid and start to bang my head on the wall. If I DO bang my head on the wall, I'd end up in the hospital and never will I ever blog again. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps jumps* I just had Sausage McMuffin with Egg and it's good. It's so bloody good. Monday's Youth Day so we don't have school. I'm gonna start on Geog later and hopefully I won't fall asleep. Can I repeat myself? DON'T LAUGH AT ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE CLIFBABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2958209860553489260?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2958209860553489260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2958209860553489260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2958209860553489260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2958209860553489260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-pic-made-my-fringe-looked-so-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RocN9xfJLkI/AAAAAAAABCY/M1VFNknYucM/s72-c/bangs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-4934909708663196334</id><published>2007-06-29T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:22.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGE-HEAVY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXbeRfJLYI/AAAAAAAABA4/Yj8G24BzTIU/s1600-h/friends10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709067694058882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXbeRfJLYI/AAAAAAAABA4/Yj8G24BzTIU/s400/friends10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people. Below are the pictures from Rev's cam as well as mine so enjoy! Someone please remind to get this cockroach a b'day present. Y'know I'm still broke and it sucks. Dad has been asking me where are my bucks. I spent it all because they don't really gimme money to go out y'know. Movies, food and my transport $$$. Mommy tends to forget about my allowance so now I'm kinda broke. Left 2 bucks in my wallet. Greaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pretty cockroach. :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081493468925734050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUXYxfJLKI/AAAAAAAAA_I/4IgTXBGzJoA/s400/rev.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's my habit to censor my eyes.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081494362278931682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUYMxfJLOI/AAAAAAAAA_o/EoExJr-duHM/s400/rev6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081494366573898994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUYNBfJLPI/AAAAAAAAA_w/jBJ3MehqLxk/s400/rev7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake? Better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081493473220701362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUXZBfJLLI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/qskXIWtGBx0/s400/rev2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free blueberry cheesecake? Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081493473220701378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUXZBfJLMI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/yDQALZTzYeM/s400/rev3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroach and I. Lublub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081493464630766738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUXYhfJLJI/AAAAAAAAA_A/g6pdeSxaqyg/s400/rev5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiny cockroach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081493477515668690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUXZRfJLNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gC0SazEhh6U/s400/rev4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After pizza meal (thanks Mah) and happy birthday song, we went to Esplanade for a walk. I took pictures with my camera but have not develop them yet. So here are some of pics we took by Rev's cam and my phone camera. Lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081504489811815794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUhaRfJLXI/AAAAAAAABAw/TO0q9PF2wv0/s400/awalktoremember.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081504485516848482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUhaBfJLWI/AAAAAAAABAo/y-RgKs8n4zM/s400/YEAHTHEIRSHOES.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 4 of us.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUhZRfJLTI/AAAAAAAABAQ/oFe_TQCf8NI/s1600-h/YEAHFATHAMAH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081504472631946546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUhZRfJLTI/AAAAAAAABAQ/oFe_TQCf8NI/s400/YEAHFATHAMAH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like I'm pregnant but that's fats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUhZhfJLUI/AAAAAAAABAY/mfttq8XlbnM/s1600-h/YEAHMEFAT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081504476926913858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUhZhfJLUI/AAAAAAAABAY/mfttq8XlbnM/s400/YEAHMEFAT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to censor my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUhZxfJLVI/AAAAAAAABAg/Du3lotZ0lyg/s1600-h/YEAHMEMIDDAFINGA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081504481221881170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUhZxfJLVI/AAAAAAAABAg/Du3lotZ0lyg/s400/YEAHMEMIDDAFINGA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rev.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUYNRfJLQI/AAAAAAAAA_4/XGnq3EQSI8U/s1600-h/rev8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081494370868866306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUYNRfJLQI/AAAAAAAAA_4/XGnq3EQSI8U/s400/rev8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I looked retarded.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUYNRfJLRI/AAAAAAAABAA/lxLEvT7XDIo/s1600-h/rev9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081494370868866322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUYNRfJLRI/AAAAAAAABAA/lxLEvT7XDIo/s400/rev9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Short fat bod.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUYNhfJLSI/AAAAAAAABAI/eIIJQj3ARpw/s1600-h/rev10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081494375163833634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoUYNhfJLSI/AAAAAAAABAI/eIIJQj3ARpw/s400/rev10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kuku.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081714535187426850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXgchfJLiI/AAAAAAAABCI/bD7fCGLbRcg/s400/rev11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that day was a blast, some pls remind to get cockroach a birthday present. Hahaha. Alright so school was fun. Free periods are the ultimate joy. Hahaha. Did so many crazy things with Adela, Vick and Alvin. What to do.. We couldn't concentrate studying. HAHAHA! I wish Aisha and Fathamah were with us 'cos we all love jumping. Don't know what I'm talking about? See the video. We all love jumping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D18g0GPWgYA" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kKgxahY1mSo" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had more actually, I'm just a little too lazy to upload the videos. See? School is so fun, minus the teachers. Friends make me feel like I don't have to worry about Os. They make me laugh like mad fucker and we talk about anything and everything under the sun! Adela wants to remove her eyebags, Vicki wants smaller ears and Alvin needs an Extreme Makeover. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends! :) Myself, Alvin, Adela and Vick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709578795167202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXb8BfJLeI/AAAAAAAABBo/k0GepThcV0Y/s400/friends6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Omg this is hilariously gross.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709578795167218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXb8BfJLfI/AAAAAAAABBw/8AnBAj6WGgk/s400/friends7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709071989026210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXbehfJLaI/AAAAAAAABBI/OjRmGc3e-i8/s400/friends2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 a-maths junkies and a POA noob. HAHAHA! Drop-outs.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709071989026194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXbehfJLZI/AAAAAAAABBA/lZkqsr1In0c/s400/friends1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MY FACEEEEEEEEE.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709583090134530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXb8RfJLgI/AAAAAAAABB4/vRo0AAvrT9w/s400/friends8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know when but I went for tuition with Aisha. Two retards going for tuition! Omgx, it was my first day and Quadratic Equations are fucking easy! HAHAHA. Aisha and I felt sooo proud of ourselves because we actually had no problems solving them. But the bad thing is, the damn place is at Sembawang! About an hour there or lesser from school. Aisha went home before that to get her Maths stuff then we took buses to Sembawang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Myself.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709574500199890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXb7xfJLdI/AAAAAAAABBg/CY64FHaJBbk/s400/friends5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aisha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709080578960834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXbfBfJLcI/AAAAAAAABBY/qTqL4E9FiE4/s400/friends4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love the colours.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709583090134546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXb8RfJLhI/AAAAAAAABCA/jrU8aedlQ9s/s400/friends9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A bus stop without shelter.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081709076283993522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXbexfJLbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/cUspZAh-wPA/s400/friends3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know what esle to say anymore. Jane quit school already, that means I'm never gonna see her again. School is getting really boring because I slept while doing my work. Like you know, I just SLEPT immediately after I held the pen and started writing. That's how boring school is and I'm feeling very tired recently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, I still have my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha. That's about it. This entry is pretty image-heavy. Enjoy. I feel like sleeping as I'm typing this because &lt;strong&gt;Ballerina by Leona Naess&lt;/strong&gt; is really calming and you know I'm really drowsy now.................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last thing: Fergie is hot and she's good. I love her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9FQ1egwMpA" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-4934909708663196334?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4934909708663196334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=4934909708663196334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4934909708663196334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4934909708663196334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/image-heavy.html' title='IMAGE-HEAVY.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoXbeRfJLYI/AAAAAAAABA4/Yj8G24BzTIU/s72-c/friends10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8400272688088601384</id><published>2007-06-28T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:22.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Me, Or Is Everyone Changing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoKQNBfJLGI/AAAAAAAAA-o/nsIzFQMbGH0/s1600-h/HI+BABY+(129).bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People do...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I fucking hate the word) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand each other. Too much in a way it's quite scary, I read your mind like a big book of ABC I know so well. I love the way we are now. It's no big deal if you're 6 years older than me. I just want the feeling of being the one you wanted so badly in the past. I want to be called "strawberry cupcake" again, don't laugh. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080781887334067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoKQNRfJLII/AAAAAAAAA-4/exJSOmd4SV4/s400/HI+BABY+(61).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8400272688088601384?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8400272688088601384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8400272688088601384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8400272688088601384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8400272688088601384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-is-me-or-is-everyone-changing.html' title='It Is Me, Or Is Everyone Changing?'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RoKQNRfJLII/AAAAAAAAA-4/exJSOmd4SV4/s72-c/HI+BABY+(61).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2661013195791237347</id><published>2007-06-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:30.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Make Me Banana Pancakes, Please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn--1eb-G8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/gzcaWxgHls0/s1600-h/soboredhor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079988730609933250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn--1eb-G8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/gzcaWxgHls0/s400/soboredhor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I still haven't receive my photos for Campfire night and Revathi the Cockroach birthday outting. No wait, I'm not angry. I'll just blog about today, the first day of term 3. O level is nearing. It's coming. So. Damn. Fast. Fuck.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080002736498285666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn_Lkub-HGI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/nRVEVMZTwi0/s400/pigadee!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi people. Being the usual fucker, I didn't study anything during the holidays! Hehehe Imma sucker yo. I can't be bothered during the holidays. Like I said I had so much fun. Studies don't come the first, they are placed at the.. last. Kidding lah, I woke up from my fun playland already. It's time to mug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so today was like the first day of term 3. It wasn't good because I had to reach school at 7.15am. Holy mama jizz cock! Retarded Chemistry is getting on my nerves. During the practical, I realised I'm really a slow nuthead because no matter how clearly the teacher explained the steps, I did it wrong and still couldn't get it. How smart, how slow.&lt;strong&gt; I need a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I really need one and I need a new brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I think I have that illness. I don't know if it's true... Ah more about that next time.) School was fun with my lovely adorable cutesy friends. It's good to actually have recess together, joking around and laughing like mad fuckers. Love my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Term 3, first recess. HAHAHA. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080002732203318354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn_Lkeb-HFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/HJLe8FbD1kM/s400/firstterm3recess.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This girl needs to feel happy. Love. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079988734904900594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn--1ub-G_I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/bN32hqhHE10/s400/vicki.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loveeeeeeeeeeeeee free periods. It's like I always look at people focusing on the board, trying their best to concentrate and not to miss out any info. Sometimes, I laugh because like I'm sitting back at the class, listening to my scratched player and shaking my leg. Shiokx. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vicki Beaky Tan Qiao Ling,&lt;/strong&gt; you better feel happy and stop thinking about the rest of the unpleasant stuff because you know you have wonderful friends (including me *coughs) and your Mummy loves you. No cry, no cry! Hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ex A-Maths junkies. HOORAY.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079989452164439058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn-_feb-HBI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ONteWGQZntE/s400/vicki3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079990641870380082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn_Akub-HDI/AAAAAAAAA94/WwCUI6aIzds/s400/alvinthehottieLOL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this guy above, his name is&lt;strong&gt; Alvin Low Zhen Bin&lt;/strong&gt;. He thought he was cool with the contact lenses and Gatsby-spiked hair. He's actually good-looking in SOME of the pictures. But.. HAHAHA. Shall keep quiet. He took so many pictures using my phone. I think my K800i is spoiling anytime soon. *bangs my phone onto the wall*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Smile more! Haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079989452164439042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn-_feb-HAI/AAAAAAAAA9g/N9SxE6JIPZs/s400/vicki2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so Biology was good. I enjoy Bio lessons because firstly, I love my teacher. And the things we learn are somewhat easy to catch. Plus, I have Yi Hao sitting beside me, he could entertain me. And oh, there was a huge bee and it flew into Bio class. It was huge and Mdm Chia said it was looking for its beehive. So cute, but so disgusting. I hope the bee comes back and sting Gerald. I wanna memorise alllll the Bio notes because I just love to learn how &lt;s&gt;sperms come out&lt;/s&gt; plants grow. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cb, my face looked like.. I don't know. Yuck.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079989452164439074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn-_feb-HCI/AAAAAAAAA9w/JT4b7Ab6K5Q/s400/friends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 3 of us had fun in the toilet! We just did crazy stuff inside and so many inside jokes I tell you. They are my happy pills. Hehehe. School ended at 3pm today, supposed to rush to tuition with Aisha (tuition's @ Sembawang, mind you) but she was dismissed at 3.30pm. We'd be so damn late so we decided to postpone. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh, I just realised O level Mother Tongue Oral examinations are on Thursday and I just asked Mommy to teach me how to speak (better) chinese. HAHAHA! I'd kill to pass because I really need Chinese to pull my grades up. Wo shi hua ren wor, bu yao play play okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's all for today. Rev just sms-ed me that the pictures are in her thumbdrive and ready to be given to me tomorrow. Yay happy. Enjoy seeing my fuckface yo, goodnight. And erm, some random pictures no one would ever appreciate 'cos it's fucked up. Just browse through and shut this window down. Hahaha. Byebyebyebyebyebyebye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random:&lt;/strong&gt; Today, I nearly broke my left leg. I had this irritating feeling in the left knee cap and I kept hitting and hitting it 'cos it was really, fucking irritating. Baby forced me to see doctor but I don't want to know that I'm gonna be crippled so early. Kidding, but I really hate to see doctor. Argh. I hate my left leg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079988726314965938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn--1Ob-G7I/AAAAAAAAA84/hcGP2PGTd-8/s400/skysiolx.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079992935382916162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn_CqOb-HEI/AAAAAAAAA-A/3LvYeSoeHLc/s400/nice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079988730609933266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn--1eb-G9I/AAAAAAAAA9I/i3fmLBGdU9Y/s400/solonelyhor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079988730609933282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn--1eb-G-I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/wX2n_lwcKgo/s400/staircase.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2661013195791237347?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2661013195791237347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2661013195791237347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2661013195791237347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2661013195791237347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-make-me-banana-pancakes-please.html' title='Baby Make Me Banana Pancakes, Please?'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn--1eb-G8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/gzcaWxgHls0/s72-c/soboredhor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-1881695408271520834</id><published>2007-06-24T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:30.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know That I Was Trouble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn41Wub-G6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/sgm81RV6A6w/s1600-h/siaoballoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079556094259239842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn41Wub-G6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/sgm81RV6A6w/s400/siaoballoon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH! I still haven't got my photos yet. Sylvia, where are you! Rev cockroach, where are you! My blog is so dead and I don't think I will blog as much because prelims are coming and I really need to study. I know I will get a F9 for Chemistry for Os but the rest, I know I can make it. I haven't been getting enough rest lately. Last night, went for Charlie's chalet. I slept at 3.45am and woke up at 6am 'cos Clif had to work. S. H. A. G. Will blog more about that when I have all the pictures from Syl and Rev. Oh I didn't snap any pics during the chalet 'cos I did not have the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Clifbaby. Goodbye.&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/27858054-1881695408271520834?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1881695408271520834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=1881695408271520834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1881695408271520834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1881695408271520834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-know-that-i-was-trouble.html' title='You Know That I Was Trouble.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rn41Wub-G6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/sgm81RV6A6w/s72-c/siaoballoon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8632409137002408859</id><published>2007-06-21T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:44:46.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Read, I'm Just Sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so obvious by the way you fucking treat me. Mom doesn't off the lights and you fucking didn't say anything. All I did was to leave the damn room with lights on a few seconds ago and you fucking scolded me. Mom never, or rarely, cooks the dishes I love to eat. Whenever sisters come back home, dinners are always so good. You didn't wanna give me money, fine. But you just fucking gave me 2 fucking pathetic dumplings. OH I AM SO FULL. I know I've been a rebellious fuck but just show me some love man. I'm not some transparent jibai in the house ok. I know I stay out late, and most of the time I don't fucking go home. And YA YA YA, they earn so much money and they can give it to you. I'm just a fucking O levels student eating up all your money and drinking up all your Yakults. The way you talk to me is so different from sisters. You talk to me like I'm some fucking c*** and you are always sweet to the 2 girls. You bought her food and you only fucking wanted to give me the fried you tiao. FUCK YOU LAH *^&amp;*)^&amp;amp;*%%* cjb. ALL YOU TALK ABOUT ARE YOUR 2 FUCKING DAUGHTERS WHO ARE MUCH OLDER THAN ME. Lan jiao, I cannot buy you watch. Cannot make you proud. Fuck lah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;No wait, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot I'm a jibai. I brought this upon myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm feeling so much better.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8632409137002408859?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8632409137002408859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8632409137002408859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8632409137002408859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8632409137002408859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-read-im-just-sad.html' title='Don&apos;t Read, I&apos;m Just Sad.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-629202461766961400</id><published>2007-06-21T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:31.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day To Revathi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rnp4Qub-G4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/MonUfSyPPWo/s1600-h/awalktoremember.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078503758552243074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rnp4Qub-G4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/MonUfSyPPWo/s400/awalktoremember.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Been to this place today and it was an awesome outing with Mah, Rev and Vini. I was being totally cranky all the way and I have voice of a man. HAHA. I couldn't get any prezzie for Rev 'cos I only had $2. WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT. Mommy wasn't very willing to give me cash so yeah. We all sang birthday song for Rev and it was a funny one. Thank you Pizza Hut for the wonderful (and free) cheesecake, pizzas and excellent service (Marina Sq). Oh yes, I made Rev a card too. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAIRPIT BIRDDAY, REVATHI COCKROACH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot more piccaz with Rev so I'll update more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-629202461766961400?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/629202461766961400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=629202461766961400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/629202461766961400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/629202461766961400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeah.html' title='Happy B&apos;day To Revathi!'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rnp4Qub-G4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/MonUfSyPPWo/s72-c/awalktoremember.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7023401163071579264</id><published>2007-06-20T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:32.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Applied Eye-Liner Today. HAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello people! Currently, my Mommy's on skinny jeans craze. She just bought a pair of black one last week and today, I helped her to get her grey ones. HAHAHA. Aisha and I headed to town today and decided to catch "Men in White" and unfortunately, there weren't any good timing so we had to give it a miss. And chao jibai, today's the last day of the show. Have to get the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Mah and Rev so we got together for awhile. Rev wanted to take piccaz but hahaha, after 2 shots her cam battery died. Nice one ah, Cockroach. OH YEAH, she had her naval pierced and she told me it's her birthday gift for herself. Cool but I don't fancy piercing on my naval. I wanna pierce somewhere around my face. I'll do it soon, I don't care if I'm gonna make Clif angry! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev left awhile. Mah, Aisha and I headed to Bugis to get skinny jinz (for Mommy) and some tops for Mah but in the end, she couldn't find any. Must go Bugis when I have $$$ 'cos I saw something I like but I didn't have enough cash. Hahaha. There's no Chee Bye (Coffee Bean :p) around so we went to Sai Bye (Starbucks. LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking refreshing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078166449000684354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnlFeub-G0I/AAAAAAAAA8A/wTE-7Y9g1TI/s400/STARBUCKSBABY.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I bought a shirt and Aisha too. Hehehe. Went J8 with Mah while Aisha went to her Mommy's shop. Mah still couldn't find any shirts so we went home, separate ways. Mum made bacon-wrapped prawns today, damn salty but I loved it. Hehehe. &lt;strong&gt;Random:&lt;/strong&gt; The Starbucks guy called me a Supergirl. LOL WTF! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Moron. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078247787091336050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnmPdOb-G3I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pNeaXHp8sVo/s400/MORON!ass.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Gotcha ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnlFd-b-GzI/AAAAAAAAA74/H7-NGr7ebSE/s1600-h/OLDSCHBABY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078166436115782450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnlFd-b-GzI/AAAAAAAAA74/H7-NGr7ebSE/s400/OLDSCHBABY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;be&gt;I'm currently listening to Xtina's &lt;u&gt;Candyman&lt;/u&gt;. And oh, AISHA PLEASE READ THIS, I've created you, Bobby and 2 kids in the Sims 2. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY! &lt;strong&gt;DON'T YOU LOVE BOBBY LEE?!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA! I know you're dying to start a family with Bob. Tata! :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;YOUR BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078172423300193122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnlK6eb-G2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/yyknjF8LYW8/s400/BOBBY+SO+CUTE.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The last thing for today...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078170267226610514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnlI8-b-G1I/AAAAAAAAA8I/3ZG39MNR1dc/s400/OMFG!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Daddy caught them with the fishing rod we bought for him for Father's Day. He's been lucky with that. The fishes he caught were HUGEEEEEEEEEEE. And I'm gonna have them for this week. I've been eating fishes for the past... No wait, THIS YEAR - &lt;strong&gt;I EAT THEM ALMOST EVERYDAY.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay lah, delicious anyway. I just don't know why fishes are so scary looking. Pui. Thank God I am only afraid of the moving fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK, BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-7023401163071579264?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7023401163071579264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=7023401163071579264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7023401163071579264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7023401163071579264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-applied-eye-liner-today-hahaha.html' title='I Applied Eye-Liner Today. HAHAHA.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnlFeub-G0I/AAAAAAAAA8A/wTE-7Y9g1TI/s72-c/STARBUCKSBABY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7873574467619742299</id><published>2007-06-19T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Black Camera &amp; Fats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My used-to-be-a-Mass-Comm-student sister is willing to hand me down her bigass camera. I can't wait to take piccaz with them. It's an old camera but I'm willing to give it a try! Clif promised to bring me out to take nice piccaz and then develop it out. Damn old school, but I like! HAHA COME CAMERA COME. Ok bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ edited ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU KNOW! I was 49 kilograms before I met Clif. I was damn happy 'cos the weight was maintained for almost a year or 2. It was acceptable 'cos when I wore clothes, I couldn't see my tummy UNTIL Clif came into my life. He's been so awesome, treating me like a queen, feeding me with fucking delicious food and NOW &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M 53 KG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am very happy with my love life but not my food life. I'VE HAD TOO MUCH GOOD FOOD. MUST CUT DOWN, I don't wanna look like some bloated tyre man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077658156801071890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rnd3MOb-GxI/AAAAAAAAA7o/WYQ0A9Xlwzs/s400/hellohellofyoo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tummy is damn sexy man. HAHAHA. I need to cut down on my food intake. I need to stop eating century eggs and stop drinking 5 small bottles of Yakult. I need to stop eating oily stuff. Thank God I hate soft drinks. HAHA. FORTY. FIVE. KG. I'M. COMING. YO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ edited ]&lt;/strong&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/27858054-7873574467619742299?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7873574467619742299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=7873574467619742299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7873574467619742299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7873574467619742299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-black-camera.html' title='Big Black Camera &amp; Fats.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rnd3MOb-GxI/AAAAAAAAA7o/WYQ0A9Xlwzs/s72-c/hellohellofyoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2010420208777510744</id><published>2007-06-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:36.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AH YOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA. I FINALLY BLOGGED. Am so fucking proud of myself seriously. You know, I've been so bloody tired please! Totally lack of updates in my blog and no one actually motivated me to blog so yeah, sadded! Okay, a lot happened during the days I didn't update but you know, I cannot remember. Like I'm enjoying my life to the foooooolest and it seems like a 10 years summer vacation or something. Actually, I still left a week more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I spent the weekend together, again. Everytime I go to his place, I'd always greet Theodore. He's a very friendly kid. Sometimes I'm really afraid that Baby's siblings would hate me because I'm those blind and quiet kind (not to friends ah)... Forgive me. I didn't snap any piccaz with Baby because we were too tired to even breathe. No, too tired to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077047412451580626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVLuOb-GtI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1o6lnbb1DQI/s400/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't angry with Baby for ignoring me for 2 hours. As you can see above, he's playing the goddamn Counter Strike. Being sucha good girlfriend, I embraced him in my arms (HAHAHA) while he was playing. Then I realised it wasn't a good idea because I knew I was an obstruction... So I let go and walked around the room, snapping piccaz of moiself (OMGZ I FORGOT TO DELETE THEM FROM HIS PHONE), talking to myself, dolling up, shaking my head, sms-ing Aisha and thinking about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, I had &lt;em&gt;OK!&lt;/em&gt; magazine with me like omfgx. Damn nice to read. Joozy boozy gossips. Slurps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 11pm to 1am, I rot around the room. Snow came back from work and I said "Hello" to her. I was probably too soft 'cos she didn't respond. I'm bloody sad because I am afraid she thinks I'm some bloody arrogant bitch. :o( After Baby's game, we watched &lt;strong&gt;Nacho Libre&lt;/strong&gt; together. Hellshitlame. HAHA! Damn hilarious man. But I thought the movie was kinda meaningless. Ending's too quick. But damn, hilarious. Morning, Baby headed to work while I went home to prepare for family's picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Random.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077047399566678674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVLteb-GpI/AAAAAAAAA6o/0vGLbpiHRsw/s400/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH! Just remembered. Cousin Q just headed off to Canada and she's not coming back until like 5 years later? Man I'm going to miss her! She was at Grandma's place on her last day in Singapore. So I went over with Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Push and pop. I dig it. (@ Grandma's)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077047408156613314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVLt-b-GsI/AAAAAAAAA7A/uaVZsKpAyVc/s400/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lousy camera.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077054086830758626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVRyub-GuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/g36elHR_zHw/s400/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Didn't get to snappa picca with Cousin Q. I hope she can cope with life at Canada with her husband. She said the money in Canada is good, earn more and spend less - that's how she survive. Woaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the picnic, I WAS SO TIRED I SLEPT MAN I DIDN'T DO A SINGLE SHIT AT PALAWAN (OR PALAWANG OR PAYOURMUM LAH). The breeze just made me sleepy, so comfortable. I woke up and played a bit with family. Took some funny picca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was wearing Batman shirt!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077045797543877250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVKQOb-GoI/AAAAAAAAA6g/zWDq0WG_Lv0/s400/heyya!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA. Because I couldn't think of what to wear and I thought that yellow logo was pretty fine. Sigh, I feel like a hypocrite. Hahahahaaa. Okay, picnic was hell good. Mommy's curry was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gossiping.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077038156797057618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVDTeb-GlI/AAAAAAAAA6I/-mhmTvtyVN0/s400/talka!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family without Lulu.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077038161092024930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVDTub-GmI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/H9QPOb6v2m8/s400/thegrp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Terribly awful face. Hehehe.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077038165386992242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVDT-b-GnI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/jrjkOjXH9LM/s400/mumandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mommy dearest.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077055023133629170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVSpOb-GvI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-_TtKlJMj3Y/s400/woahmummycoolseh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ahh that's about it. Will update more often. Have been feeling really lethargic, no mood for snapping piccaz. Stupid eyebags and bulging tummy. I'm so enjoying life that I almost forgot about my tummy. HAHAHA! Need to cut some fats soon. Holidays is coming to an end and I dread going back to school. Really. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH YAH! Baby just said he cannot wait to see me in wedding gown. HAHAHA! OKAY! So that's a motivation to slim down so I can look good in wedding gowns. Let's make a target. Say... 45kg. IMMA HEAD TO DA GYM SOON YO. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TATA! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Piggy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077047403861645986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVLtub-GqI/AAAAAAAAA6w/2R7V_4bfa2A/s400/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2010420208777510744?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2010420208777510744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2010420208777510744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2010420208777510744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2010420208777510744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello_17.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RnVLuOb-GtI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1o6lnbb1DQI/s72-c/DSC01112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8303953770241989772</id><published>2007-06-11T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:40.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Late Entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rm64D-b-GgI/AAAAAAAAA5g/pEyuV34YTZs/s1600-h/itsjustabloodyroad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075196208532560386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rm64D-b-GgI/AAAAAAAAA5g/pEyuV34YTZs/s400/itsjustabloodyroad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so fucking busy, I feel like eating shit. Blah, I am so tired, my eye bags are like your Mommy's breasts. Si beh big and saggy, man I'm sad. Need to get rid of those bags before strangers come up to me and tell me that I look like Frankestein. I've been busy for the first 2 weeks of June. F&amp;N coursework almost killed me, but I finished it. The work's like, crap but who cares. I did my ultimaaaaaaate best, HOD please don't send it back to me to edit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt's funeral was... I don't know. She got cremated and probably spending time with her brother-in-law now. I hope she enjoys her life up there. We'll all miss her. Oh yeah, my eyebags are also due to being constantly emotional upon looking at the coffin at the funeral, thinking about how she used to be so healthy and fine. Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's fucking good (minus the funeral part).&lt;/strong&gt; I got away from home and stayed out for 4 days. One of the days, I had steamboat with the best people, the usual bunch. The rest of the days, Baby was with me. All day and all night long. Damn I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075198905772022338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rm66g-b-GkI/AAAAAAAAA6A/QSCCWoqrScA/s400/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hair messy like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075196217122495010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rm64Eeb-GiI/AAAAAAAAA5w/58MyOJGOyMg/s400/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075196212827527698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rm64EOb-GhI/AAAAAAAAA5o/mFoqj-I5Mg4/s400/crazy!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075196221417462322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rm64Eub-GjI/AAAAAAAAA54/FH1_zNGqUzM/s400/DSC01737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about staying away from home, his Mommy popped into my mind. It scares the shit out of me when I think of his Mommy. I don't know how to make her happy, I don't know what to say to please her. I feel weird. I cannot open up to people just like that *snaps finger*. I need at least talk to people for 2 whole weeks or one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know, I'm a piece of silent shit when I'm with people I just knew. What if mommy-in-law doesn't like me? What if she thinks that I'm too young? What if she sees me as a not initiative girl, who does nothing but walking around the house? What if she thinks I'm useless?! Goddamnit I wanna be a good daughter-in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get along really well with Baby's family. But I always take 326465489731 steps back when I see his Mommy. Not that I dislike her. She's a capable woman, one of a kind. Beautiful and smart. It's just me... I'm scared of everything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8303953770241989772?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8303953770241989772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8303953770241989772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8303953770241989772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8303953770241989772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/late-entry.html' title='A Late Entry.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rm64D-b-GgI/AAAAAAAAA5g/pEyuV34YTZs/s72-c/itsjustabloodyroad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-3847496660756681894</id><published>2007-06-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:47:01.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel mean to say this but I hate it when you go to sleep. Here am I now, staring at you sleeping. You didn't even accompany me last night. All you did was to... play Counter Strike and entertained me a tiny winy bit. I am your wife, your guest and your baby. You were laughing hard when you were playing with your friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wonder why I can't make you laugh this way. I was crying the whole time while you were pressing the W, A, S and D keys to play around in C.S. You didn't know and you didn't care. NOW YOU'RE FUCKING SLEEPING. CAN'T YOU TALK TO ME PLEASE I'M ALL ALONE WITH YOU IN THIS FUCKING GODDAMN ROOM PLEASE FUCKING WAKE UP AND TALK TO ME. I WANNA SPEND MY WEEKEND WITH YOU, CHATTING WITH YOU AND WRESTLE WITH YOU. WHY ARE YOU WASTING OUR TIME AWAY, CLIF. OMFG I'M CRYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-3847496660756681894?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3847496660756681894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=3847496660756681894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3847496660756681894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3847496660756681894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-1322020184753934320</id><published>2007-06-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:42.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been 10 Months &amp; A Day, Honey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy 10th month and a day anniversary,&lt;/strong&gt; my super sugary syrup baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072583412422678914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmVvvOb-GYI/AAAAAAAAA4g/R_2ycRk9iS4/s400/mosburgerbaby!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MOS burger treat (yesterday) was awesome. You actually rushed down from Buona Vista to Bishan just to make me feel happy because you knew I was not really happy about my Aunt's death. It was like, raining syrup on that day cos you are forever so bloody sweet. Fried mussels are good and I love you my cute used-to-be-a-MOS-Burger-crew Baby! :) It was merely a 2 hours meet-up before I headed to my Aunt's wake, it was precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072587647260432850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmVzlub-GdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/j5FZZlJak-U/s400/honeypiebaby!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I was lying down on your bed when you were playing your ass off to fight against your Counter Strike enemy. I was really reluctant to leave that night. AND LOVELY, you won the match! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmV08-b-GfI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/qi1Pgze0Txg/s1600-h/4heartsmylove.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072589146204019186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmV08-b-GfI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/qi1Pgze0Txg/s400/4heartsmylove.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll fucking stay forever sweet, you promised me that. Yeah, you sexyblack! Our relationship is going on strong and I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life. Please do stay retarded and crazy even when you reach 60, Darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmVzmub-GeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/FCfLrZZha-c/s1600-h/ILOVEYOU!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072587664440302050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmVzmub-GeI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/FCfLrZZha-c/s400/ILOVEYOU!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this night, we took so many piccaz! Some of them were piccaz of your obscene fats bulging out. HAHAHA. And one of them with your hands covering your chest. My my, pure joy. Absolute love. Andandand, you must not go to coffeeshop to read newspaper, watch free tv and no rearing of birds in cages please! You hate it too right, Baby! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favourite. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmVxwOb-GaI/AAAAAAAAA4w/FkPhF4Wolg0/s1600-h/huggiesbaby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072585628625803682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmVxwOb-GaI/AAAAAAAAA4w/FkPhF4Wolg0/s400/huggiesbaby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm a diabetic 'cos he's too sweet.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmVxweb-GbI/AAAAAAAAA44/I66-BCYFQ0I/s1600-h/huggiesbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072585632920770994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmVxweb-GbI/AAAAAAAAA44/I66-BCYFQ0I/s400/huggiesbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mama is your mama is my mama. Your papa is my papa is your papa. Theodore and Snow are my siblings, Wendy and Candy are you siblings. *dances around* We are gonna be the bigbig family yo. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;{ Ignore the stupid post below. }&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-1322020184753934320?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1322020184753934320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=1322020184753934320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1322020184753934320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1322020184753934320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-10-months-honey.html' title='It&apos;s Been 10 Months &amp; A Day, Honey.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmVvvOb-GYI/AAAAAAAAA4g/R_2ycRk9iS4/s72-c/mosburgerbaby!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-3501827763306288218</id><published>2007-06-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:34:17.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Fucking Fragile.</title><content type='html'>You coughed, coughed and coughed like hell. I know it hurt like shit, yeah? Motherfucking doctors only gave you some relief pills that'd never work. They didn't do a thorough check on your body. Fuck them, mofools. Your daughter told me you had been going for regular body check. Doctors said it was nothing. There you go, those relief pills again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day, you coughed out... &lt;em&gt;Blood&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the day you found out that you had cancer. Lung cancer, to be exact. You thought it was normal cough (yeah, and it last for say, months?), I cannot help but to feel really sorry for you. I knew something was wrong when I saw you wearing a jacket during CNY this year. Cold? The weather was bloody warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last stage of lung cancer = no cure then, death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, today you left the world with many worries. Your sons, daughter and family. Don't worry, they will be fine. I attended your wake, you looked beautiful. I know it's hard to leave the world at just the age of 54, you have so many things undone. Your children will do it for you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R.I.P, Aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, everyone, if you think coughing is just a minor thing because you had too much of Kentucky Fried Chicken, fuck you. You'd never know what's wrong with you until you go for a thorough health check. If it's coughing for 3 days to a week then it's fine. More than a week or even months? Don't be a lazy ass and go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lung cancer can be due to passive fucking smoking, too. Smoke more and die young (not referring to my Aunt, I don't know what's her cause of lung cancer), I'm so fucking pissed at smokers now I just feel like burning their heads off whenever they take a puff. They are killing the innocents day by day. Nbcb motherfucking uncles who were smoking at the wake, I wish I could whack them on their balls. I choked because of the smoke and no, there weren't any smoke-free places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke more, lung cancer is on the way. As for passive smokers... I feel sorry. People who eat too much of fried oily willy stuff, serve you right - eat more vegetables for fuck's sake and stop the fried stuff cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my aunt knew she had cancer, it was too late for cure. Too weak for treatment (that never did work), too weak to walk too much, too weak to move around and then she got admitted to SGH. Cancer then got into her bones, spreaded through the whole thighs and she couldn't walk at all. It's fuckingfuckingmotherhell painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the cancer shot up to her neck, her biggest vein at the left side of the neck was swollen. Fucking cheebye cancer. Spread so fast for what? Nb you got nothing to do, eee-chit!? Argh. Of course, neck is the closest to the brains. You know where the cancer reached later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is fragile&lt;/strong&gt;, so fucking treasure it before you have whatever cancer or disease or chronic or some deficiency disease. I'm not cursing you. It's just the reality. If you consume too much oil willy stuff, the fats choke your heart (or whatever) then you kena stroke. You like it, tell me? You want your legs or feet to get amputated because you had too much sugary sweets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they are nice... Just eat in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I sound like some cb professional but that's what my Mummy told me anyway. I need to have a good lifestyle. I'll start from now. Lessons learnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-3501827763306288218?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3501827763306288218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=3501827763306288218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3501827763306288218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3501827763306288218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-fucking-fragile.html' title='Life Is Fucking Fragile.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7610050864304785466</id><published>2007-06-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:42.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Met 2 Beautiful Ladies Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmJ0IOs4NoI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vNh-DKBPZt8/s1600-h/hosp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071743815106705026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmJ0IOs4NoI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vNh-DKBPZt8/s400/hosp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I sat beside the hospital bed, staring at a woman who is about to leave the world anytime soon. She's my aunt, it's hard for me to see her this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain wakes her up whenever she wants to sleep. She makes noises we all know it's pain. Her body swells up to twice the usual size and her hair strands falling more and more each day. Red-dyed hair slowly turning all white. As she breathes through the tube, her eyes blink and wander about. Pain, the cancer, we all know. As days go by, she'll bid us goodbye and leave the world. The world so cruel, cancer fucking kills. Take away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Sunday, edited ] The doctor said that she has less than a month. She'll soon join 1st Uncle up there, peace. [/ Sunday, edited ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hospital visit, I met another beautiful woman. Baby's mommy. Mummy. Momma. Mammi. Mother. Mama. Mather. Marmar. Ma mi. Beautiful, yes. I got along quite fine with her. She's my mother-in-law. It was scary like hell before I went into her room but she's bloody friendly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-7610050864304785466?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7610050864304785466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=7610050864304785466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7610050864304785466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7610050864304785466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-met-2-beautiful-ladies-today.html' title='I Met 2 Beautiful Ladies Today.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmJ0IOs4NoI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vNh-DKBPZt8/s72-c/hosp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-4717855464443754637</id><published>2007-06-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:44.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck Me, Lovely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmD5xes4NkI/AAAAAAAAA3w/byb2qGLcH6w/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071327808869381698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmD5xes4NkI/AAAAAAAAA3w/byb2qGLcH6w/s320/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omgzzzz, I'm so tired I could drink your milk. No link, just random. Okay, today is a full of fruits (fruitful) dayyy. Because I fucking had English mock exam and I find it totally pointless and waste of time. How many times do we have to take English mockies?! Fucking wasted my time in school for like 3 to 4 hours? Absolute argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, Aisha and I went back to our homez and rest so we could get changed for later Get High! concert. It's like a charity show where you get to see the Sharity Elephant (nah, kidding). A charity show, raising funds for da lil' kids that need help. No skinny jinz today because my skinny touches the ground and I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;random:&lt;/strong&gt; MY EYEBAGS ARE FUCKING KILLING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071327435207226930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmD5bus4NjI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Iq2FLk-vlNI/s320/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you know the bags of eyes killing you, stabbing you with the oh-so-sharp knife. AH! AH! AH! AH! You bleed then die. Eye bags killed you. You died. Orbituary. Your face! Hahahahahahahahaha. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071298388343404066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmDfA-s4NiI/AAAAAAAAA3g/gtlFq0-99gY/s400/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Piccaz not clear. LOL!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My main purpose of going to Get High! concert was... Phil Sean Soh, my lovely cousin. Nice to see him on stage getting so fucking high. He's the most awesome among the rest, really. &lt;strong&gt;Random:&lt;/strong&gt; Shaker fries are shakily awesome and I wanna shakeshakeshake more like bubble tea shakeshake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Aisha, Aunty Priscilla, Cuzzy Sean.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert was alright, was so tired but got excited when Sean was performing. Hehehe, he's my cuzzy of cos I'm bloody excited. Oh, I met C.J today and guess what? I actually thought he was CHRISTOPHER JOHN from MY SCHOOL *coughs*. Actually, he's Chuan Jian or Jie or Jiejie. Cute. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "HUH?! CHRISTOPHER JOHNSON?! C.J?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunt P:&lt;/strong&gt; "No lah! It's Chuan Jian (or Jie or Jiejie) lah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Chey, I thought C.J the indian guy once in our school."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the concert, my eyebags decided to expand their territory areas and spreaded toxic water around. Bah, stupid black bags. Went home and yeap, craving for chocolates or shaker fries or some salty stuff 'cos I'm bloody hungry. Ciao, xoxo, cao0z liiaozz, bhaiix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I'm gonna be fucking busy tomorrow. First, lunch with family then rushing down to Hougang Mall to meet Aunt Priscilla for some stuff then meet Baby at don't know where. BUSY like a celebrity. LOL! Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random piccaz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071333542650721890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmD-_Os4NmI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wOzNyD46_uU/s400/tooold.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071298379753469442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmDfAes4NgI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/iTq8LQJpeew/s400/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 2 "angelic" faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071298375458502130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmDfAOs4NfI/AAAAAAAAA3I/jVkw13icOpQ/s400/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071298371163534818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmDe_-s4NeI/AAAAAAAAA3A/4ZS8oybDqEw/s400/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hothothot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071298384048436754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmDfAus4NhI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/h6As8p_LvFc/s400/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&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/27858054-4717855464443754637?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4717855464443754637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=4717855464443754637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4717855464443754637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4717855464443754637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/06/suck-me-lovely.html' title='Suck Me, Lovely.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RmD5xes4NkI/AAAAAAAAA3w/byb2qGLcH6w/s72-c/DSC00972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2276509537680253656</id><published>2007-05-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:46.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Day, Just an Ordinary Day</title><content type='html'>Hellozzzzz. I have been quite unlucky recently. Or careless, you may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school early and I could find no one around. So I went to the kitchen hoping that Miss Lin is there. No, she wasn't there. We were going to have F&amp;N practical. So I sat outside the kitchen and yawning my mouth away.&lt;em&gt; Stupid school, stupid weather, stupid environment,&lt;/em&gt; I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adela, Vicki and Aisha came. Aisha and Vicki went for their lesson after awhile. So Adela and I were talking and cutting the menu cards out for the practical later. I was holding on to the pen knife. So the smart me, was talking to Adela at the same time. Didn't take notice of my finger and where my penknife was, I cut my finger. &lt;strong&gt;A slit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I turned to Adela and said, "OUCH! It hurts!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070544462669166034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rl4xUus4NdI/AAAAAAAAA24/JXmiLglOXes/s400/ABCD0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070539867054159250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rl4tJOs4NZI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xrOadtEvgBk/s400/mybloodyhands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Adela and I started laughing like crazy morons because we didn't know what do. LOL! DAMN FUNNY. We kept laughing non-stop until I decided to go to the toilet. On my way to the toilet, I was still laughing! Washed my wound. What a lovely slit. And I know I have horrible nails because I have a habit of biting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then practical started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, &lt;strong&gt;I can't cook.&lt;/strong&gt; I really cannot fucking cook. I tried my best to make it smell like it's goddamn delicious. NO, I COULDN'T. I took the spoon and scooped up the Tuna Chowder I made. It's HL milk, the taste of it, I poured too much of the milk. But at least it looked like... A chowder dish. The salmon burger? Tasted like shit. Like a salmon patty that had just picked up from the long kang (drain) then placed it back in between the burger. Ultimate eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon Udon and my-so-called Mexican Fish dish was still 50% edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070542581473490354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rl4vnOs4NbI/AAAAAAAAA2o/7DI2E-SvdkY/s400/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The finger was a bit of a hindrance. Hard to do my stuff because my finger kinda hurt whenever I get in contact with water and heat. But overall, I made the food looked nice (not edible at all). So, yay to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After school, met Jaime and Vicki and we all went to have bubble teaaaaaaa. The weather was so hot, peach ice-blended is a way to quench your thirst. Then came Jing Ting and Aisha. Half of us went to the playground and relaxed. I don't understand why was the damn weather so hot. Everyday's like blazing with the heat of the Sun. Buay tahan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070539892823963042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rl4tKus4NaI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Ss30npQmL24/s400/ouch!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I drew 2 dots so that my finger looked like it has a smiley face. HAHAHA. Damn cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070539867054159234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rl4tJOs4NYI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/r029Nwy2ByI/s400/mylovelyk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070539849874290034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rl4tIOs4NXI/AAAAAAAAA2I/--BLPslCc-c/s400/aishababyhello.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's about what happened today. I just got 50 bucks from my grandmomma and just when I thought I could save this up, Mum told me to treat her to some Jap restaurant. Thank you very much. But never mind, at least I'm gonna make her happy just like how her other daughters always do. I'll be happy when I see Baby after I leave Momma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum, don't complain if I tell you I've got no cash ah, I am giving you a treat and you haven't been giving me my daily allowance so I'm using up my own savings. Someone please make God rain money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2276509537680253656?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2276509537680253656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2276509537680253656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2276509537680253656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2276509537680253656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-day-just-ordinary-day.html' title='Just A Day, Just an Ordinary Day'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rl4xUus4NdI/AAAAAAAAA24/JXmiLglOXes/s72-c/ABCD0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7087507297979931076</id><published>2007-05-29T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T14:33:11.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;N lesson started at 1300 hours. Since my house is so bloody near the school, I left around 15 minutes before 1300. I was feeling a bit excited and I don't know why. So I walked a little bit faster to the bus stop. Walked, I did. Reached the bus stop. I searched through my bag. FUCKFUCKFUCKMOTHERFUCKIT. I forgot to bring my phone down AND I HAD TO WALK BACK so like I did. Walked out happily and lalalala BAM. I fell down from the stairs. SHITMOTHERFATHERDAUGHTERSONFAMILYFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, never mind. My luck. So I walked happily back to the bus stop and I reached there like OMFGZZZZZ. ILIKETOEATBURGERS. FUCKBLOODYSHIT. I forgot to bring my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm clumsy. Or stupid. Or 100% retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back home again and took my wallet. As I approached the bus stop, I searched through my bag again. MY THUMBDRIVE. OH GOD. WHERE THE FUCK WHERE THE FUCK! Ahh... Thank God, it was in one of the compartment in the bag. Phew, time to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time? 1315pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-7087507297979931076?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7087507297979931076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=7087507297979931076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7087507297979931076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7087507297979931076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-smart.html' title='Smart girl.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-3898098217292453243</id><published>2007-05-26T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:49.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE PIG-A-DEE! :D</title><content type='html'>You guys know why I cried so much the other time? So much that my eyes were very swollen. Like fishballs. You know, my eye lids were as swollen as my own lips. While I was rubbing my eyes, I accidentally poked a quarter of my lil pinky into my left eye. &lt;strong&gt;OUCH, OUCH AND OUCH.&lt;/strong&gt; I had the burning sensation in my eyes man. Okay... Back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I cried like a mofo was because I was afraid that Piggy... I was afraid she'd &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt; and leave me alone for the rest of my life. I don't wanna think this way, but I was so afraid. I spent half an hour taking pictures and videos of her. It's not like she's really dying. Like I said, I'm just scared. Zomfffffffffffffgzzzzzzzz. So scared I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's old and has skin disease. Sometimes I just wanna give her one tight slap for stepping on her own waste materials AND THEN licking her own feet later. Damn it's gross. See lah see lah, now got skin disease. Making me so worried. You expensive fat bitch! I love you lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I tell you, Piggy loves the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJXVQsKdI/AAAAAAAAA0w/xafHKUSZJ-w/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068741308310104530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJXVQsKdI/AAAAAAAAA0w/xafHKUSZJ-w/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ka chak! I know you love me big eyes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfPs1QsKkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/EmKd-JdTTHE/s1600-h/P+I+G+G+Y+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068748274747058754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfPs1QsKkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/EmKd-JdTTHE/s320/P+I+G+G+Y+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sian ah... Nothing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJXlQsKeI/AAAAAAAAA04/Zjfb6pnodZY/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068741312605071842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJXlQsKeI/AAAAAAAAA04/Zjfb6pnodZY/s320/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can I have a hug from you, pleaseeeeee?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfNy1QsKiI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/W08eptGm5Hc/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJYVQsKgI/AAAAAAAAA1I/_Gh9Rv-34Pc/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068741325489973762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJYVQsKgI/AAAAAAAAA1I/_Gh9Rv-34Pc/s320/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Superman flying up there!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJYFQsKfI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MVlm89aXdwE/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068741321195006450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJYFQsKfI/AAAAAAAAA1A/MVlm89aXdwE/s320/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yummy bone in front of me, should I get it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJZFQsKhI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/0rOJ_8TkgMA/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068741338374875666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJZFQsKhI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/0rOJ_8TkgMA/s320/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfNy1QsKiI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/W08eptGm5Hc/s1600-h/DSC01306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068746178803018274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfNy1QsKiI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/W08eptGm5Hc/s320/DSC01306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not a carrot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfNzFQsKjI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ljEQLF-em4Y/s1600-h/DSC01307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068746183097985586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfNzFQsKjI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ljEQLF-em4Y/s320/DSC01307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C to the U to the T to the E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfV2FQsKlI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3eHO8C5BOMk/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068755030730615378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfV2FQsKlI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3eHO8C5BOMk/s320/DSC01320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfV2lQsKmI/AAAAAAAAA14/MMSq9Hc_m5Q/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068755039320549986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfV2lQsKmI/AAAAAAAAA14/MMSq9Hc_m5Q/s320/DSC01324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfV21QsKnI/AAAAAAAAA2A/nM1wz4xQQsI/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068755043615517298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfV21QsKnI/AAAAAAAAA2A/nM1wz4xQQsI/s320/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just brought her to the vet and the doc said that it's normal case. There are worse ones so yeah I'm kinda relieved now. Isn't she absolutely adorable? I'm gonna sayang her everyday when I'm free (not like I didn't in the past, I'm just gonna SAYANG MORE). I'm gonna talk to her for hours before I sleep (if I have the time) and feed her with milk! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta, going to IKEA with Clifbaby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, I was crying right, then I rubbed my eyes after sayanging Piggy. So I had small-little-mosquito-bites-like thingy around my eyes. Damn shit gross. K bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-3898098217292453243?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3898098217292453243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=3898098217292453243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3898098217292453243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3898098217292453243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-pig-dee-d.html' title='I LOVE PIG-A-DEE! :D'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlfJXVQsKdI/AAAAAAAAA0w/xafHKUSZJ-w/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8633863908385166599</id><published>2007-05-25T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:49:18.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUA YU HEN COOLZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jiang hua yu, jiang hua yu!&lt;/strong&gt; Yin wei Mrs Choi jiao wo men jiang hua yu. Suo yi xian zai blog ye yong han yu pin yin! Hai you, O shui zhun hua wen kao shi... starts on Monday and yeah you know those "WORK HARD! JIA YOU!" shitz gonna come from your M.T teachers. Seriously, what's there to study for chinese?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I KNOW. Memorise those fucking suck-up phrases in compo writings or whatever. Kkkkk, I'll make an effort to try memorise important sentences. I MUST GET B3 FOR CHINESEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried like a motherfucker yesterday. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8633863908385166599?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8633863908385166599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8633863908385166599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8633863908385166599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8633863908385166599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/hua-yu-hen-coolz.html' title='HUA YU HEN COOLZ!'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6373369923460968424</id><published>2007-05-22T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 CLIFTON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067373099233323410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlLs_FQsKZI/AAAAAAAAA0M/7mjxRB1Us38/s320/thisshirtlastsforever2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very professional photo taken by yours truly. But this shirt really means a lot to me, you don't know how much. I'm typing this down because I'm missing my Baby really terribly and I just have to take out this shirt and look, look, look at it. &lt;em&gt;Dirty secret&lt;/em&gt; - I wore it once when I was out with Baby and I haven't wash it yet. I don't know why, I just love the crumpled piece and the smell of the shirt. (NOT SMELLY LAH. BABY'S BED, ALRIGHT! Will wash it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your Baby never wear IHEARTSESTELLE, meh?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, he's gonna make one too! He's been a big busy man, so he promised he'll make it soon. I can't wait for weekends so I can see his fat bod and cute face. God, he's too cute. Me lublub uuuu! *mwaaaaah* :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-6373369923460968424?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6373369923460968424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6373369923460968424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6373369923460968424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6373369923460968424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hearts-clifton.html' title='I &lt;3 CLIFTON.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlLs_FQsKZI/AAAAAAAAA0M/7mjxRB1Us38/s72-c/thisshirtlastsforever2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7951677020632200267</id><published>2007-05-21T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:55.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROPER FUCKING ENTRY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066961637071399010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF2w1QsKGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/9VOYQvHgFDw/s320/yo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOO! *waves frantically* I know my entries below are really stupidly short and retarded. So now I'm gonna blog properly with all the pictures I can find. A lot of stuff happened few days back and even now. You guys should properly know what shit I got into. Dad and Mum went to Taiwan and came home. My results. O levels. Stress I created myself. I switched off my phone and stayed away from home because I wanted to be with Baby (on Sat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel a need to apologise to Mum and Dad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me will study and try harder, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday (080507) was awesome. Baby brought me out for dinner at town and gave me the sweetest thing he made for me. A handmade card and a jiggysaw puzzle framed-up! It was... Lovely. More than that actually. Indescribable. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066971640050231570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF_3FQsKRI/AAAAAAAAAzM/LOQHlPeQkEs/s320/DSC01082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave early to join family for another dinner. I'm the CRAB QUEEN and I am quite convinced I ate three quarter of the crabs. Damn bloody delicious. I wanna thank my 2 lovely sisters for the $$$ and gifts, Mum and Dad for $$$ and Baby for the awesome nightout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066970441754355922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF-xVQsKNI/AAAAAAAAAys/4LbU0bqgymw/s320/lovelyparentsandi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066970652207753458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF-9lQsKPI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-0wpmi-_BjE/s320/lovelysistersandi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy-yet-so-lovely sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked bloody tired in the pictures above, right? I didn't get enough rest and the next day was an exam day. The pictures were taken close to midnight. And I freaking didn't study 'cos I was way tired. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I got myself a &lt;strong&gt;Samsung K3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not bragging but I am bloody happy! Been wanting to get one since last year and finally I had the cash to purchase it. I wanted K3 in red but figured that 1 gigabyte would be just right for me. So I bought the black, sleek and sexy one! Red is only available for 2 gb. *mwaaaah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066975174808316226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlGDE1QsKUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/wj8RShjWm4A/s320/DSC01132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, my friends. People from the Clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night spent in Town. We were laughing our asses off, enjoying Pastamania and some quiet times together. The cake was lovely, thank you Syl and Deb. The watch, thank you Louis and Jem Loo. The top Jamie got for me, thank you. Ridhwan and Yi Hao, BUGIS NEXT TIME! HAHAHA. KIDDING! :D Really thanks lah, for all y'all efforts. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066961654251268258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF2x1QsKKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/0dxLmZAVbaI/s320/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy went Taiwan to enjoy themselves there. Here are some of the photos. Mum and Dad looked really good. I'm glad they enjoyed themselves there. They always look mighty good together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066968324335478962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF82FQsKLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/SjhBPCzbQGk/s320/IMG_4683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Jessie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066968337220380866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF821QsKMI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lP_aGRSihYg/s320/IMG_4684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I always laugh at Dad's high socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066976982989547874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlGEuFQsKWI/AAAAAAAAAz0/31WQD8fAGtI/s320/ABCD0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While parents were out for a week, we bought these. Survival kits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu and big Sista took care of me but out of the one week I was away for 3 days to have mega zzzzzuper fun. Hehehe. Lu and Sis are really nice. I don't see them often because they work and stay at another place. I hope to see them soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066961641366366322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF2xFQsKHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/4iAQ7Vzwx9M/s320/aishababyandi!%3DD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Aisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spent birthday with me too! But it was a day or two after the actually day. She was a sweetheart to pay for a shirt that I wanted to get. We both missed Fathamah then. She couldn't go with us. AHH, I LOVE YOU BOTH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066982343108733298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlGJmFQsKXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/wJMdcff8iQk/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were broke, almost. :D Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I didn't forget the numerous birthday wishes from Friendster friends and all my friends! You just made me so happy. Really unforgettable. Text messages and testimonials. Hand shakes and greetings everywhere. Ah, thank you so much. Adela and Vicki, thanks for the birthday hugs! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of my birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066973327972378930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlGBZVQsKTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/GYpb7jDVCEY/s320/ABCD0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random picture:&lt;/strong&gt; Reading this now. Da Vinci Code, I'm gonna get you for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066972176921143586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlGAWVQsKSI/AAAAAAAAAzU/mvNPaaezV_Q/s320/piggysocute!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIGGY BABY! That was a snappy, bloody cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066971021574940930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF_TFQsKQI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ZNHORU0SDmY/s320/lovemyself!LOL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066961649956300946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF2xlQsKJI/AAAAAAAAAyM/W5tMKt8uU3Y/s320/ABCD0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! I was bleeding profusely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked my jaw at the edge of the table. Heeeeeeeeeeehooooooooo. Love the pain. Ax thought it was a pad. Aisha's gonna tell me that I'm bloody -_- sick. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066961645661333634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF2xVQsKII/AAAAAAAAAyE/f5RkLgQy9cw/s320/superwoman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I ought to get squeaky clean now. At last, a proper entry. BYEBYE PEOPLE! And oh, I don't wish to talk about Lynnee. Don't ask me about her 'cos I don't even know her. But I'm gonna apologise for scolding her (because I was angry). &lt;strong&gt;Sorry, Lynnee the Stranger&lt;/strong&gt; (I mean I don't know her). (Are your friends gonna go, "LOOK, LYNNEE! SHE APOLOGISED!"?!) Yes, I did because I called her a mofo and bitch. Well, do YOU think she should apologise too? Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one apologises, this shit would never end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bad, for calling her names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-7951677020632200267?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7951677020632200267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=7951677020632200267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7951677020632200267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7951677020632200267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/hellooo-waves-frantically-i-know-my.html' title='PROPER FUCKING ENTRY.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlF2w1QsKGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/9VOYQvHgFDw/s72-c/yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6207056086260272273</id><published>2007-05-20T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:56.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynne Strikes Again.</title><content type='html'>So Lynnee did this to me, again. Seriously, I don't know what she wants. I don't even know her. Am I supposed to laugh at her maturity or her Friendster profile? Someone's so against me when she know nuts about me. God, this is creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlAgs1QsKFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/w_tQaWXKDI0/s1600-h/lynnee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066585535375222866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlAgs1QsKFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/w_tQaWXKDI0/s320/lynnee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, she said "I, dare you" so I said "I warn you" LORZ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby said someone might just create a new Friendster account just to show me this. I don't know, I can't be bothered because I'm having fun in my life with Baby, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, &lt;strong&gt;is she really older than me&lt;/strong&gt;?! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a journey (sounds familiar, Aisha?) to a restaurant to meet me family. YES, meeting Joey and Sammi too - my 2 cute cousins. Of course, the delicious food and birthday cake (Gran's bday). Come, food, come. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-6207056086260272273?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6207056086260272273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6207056086260272273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6207056086260272273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6207056086260272273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/lynne-strikes-again.html' title='Lynne Strikes Again.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RlAgs1QsKFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/w_tQaWXKDI0/s72-c/lynnee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-1007097271171345818</id><published>2007-05-19T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:56.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LYNNEE THE "GREAT".</title><content type='html'>I DON'T FEEL LIKE BLOGGING. THANKS TO LYNNEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rk6vzlQsKEI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MDyAn3nTptU/s1600-h/LYNNEEEEFUFUFU!!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066179931548690498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rk6vzlQsKEI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MDyAn3nTptU/s320/LYNNEEEEFUFUFU!!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I don't even know her. Lynnee? No, never heard of it. Alex and I got along very well after knowing each other through Friendster. So I supposed we could be really good friends in the future. Then came Lynnee who actually scolded me in Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is, &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually talked to Alex about my busts. You know, boobs. Of course I'm angry, bloody hell. Do you like a stranger talking about yout boobs and saying that they are small? She actually told Alex that my boobs were small which I firmly think that you won't be able tell from those almost-upclose pictures in my Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She diedie also claimed she's not jealous. Alamak... Maybe she's really not jealous but why is she doing this to Asstelle the big A-hole?! &lt;s&gt;Me sho hurtx. Me sho iinnocentt.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Anger and confusion&lt;/s&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; WAH LAU EH. LYNNEE WHO SIA. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER. LOL! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO COMMENT ABOUT HER?! HAHAHAHAHA. This is an anime! I'll enjoy the drama, Lynnee and friends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-1007097271171345818?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1007097271171345818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=1007097271171345818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1007097271171345818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1007097271171345818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-feel-like-blogging.html' title='LYNNEE THE &quot;GREAT&quot;.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rk6vzlQsKEI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MDyAn3nTptU/s72-c/LYNNEEEEFUFUFU!!!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-1303681100059023074</id><published>2007-05-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:46:59.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RkgpFR22zBI/AAAAAAAAAwE/2ZmvVUQr1b4/s1600-h/babyandmememe!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064342951647693842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RkgpFR22zBI/AAAAAAAAAwE/2ZmvVUQr1b4/s320/babyandmememe!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try my best to update this blog as soon as possible but I'm so fucking lazy you guys just have to wait. I'm having too much fun to take any pictures, let alone blogging. Exams are fucking over and I'm gonna have fun before intensive revision starts. Bah, I supposed my number of readers have decreased already. I wanna close this boring blog down manz, it's getting on my nerves because it's sucha tedious thing to update. Alright, gotta go. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-1303681100059023074?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1303681100059023074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=1303681100059023074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1303681100059023074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1303681100059023074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/lazy.html' title='Lazy.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RkgpFR22zBI/AAAAAAAAAwE/2ZmvVUQr1b4/s72-c/babyandmememe!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6366757365925654570</id><published>2007-05-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:03.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP, DAMN IT SHUT UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last entry and I won't be blogging until my mid-year exams end. I know you'd go "Yeah right, bet she's gonna blog like tomorrow or something." FUCK YOU! I really need to mug the shit out of my tits. Dang. And you know what, I just had to blog about today because it's just bloody special. Read it or not, your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an appointment with Terence days before and I met him early in the morning because I wanted to make a pretty scrap book for Baby so him being en expert in "scrapping books", I needed his help. It wasn't the ordinary scrap book. It's those one-of-a-kind thingy ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2OCh22y3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/qiX7WhdF458/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061357730333641586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2OCh22y3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/qiX7WhdF458/s320/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for your help, Terence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2ODB22y4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/6f5JKlx_vOk/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061357738923576194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2ODB22y4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/6f5JKlx_vOk/s320/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch the hole, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2PLx22y6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/RO6kmuOXI_c/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061358988759059362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2PLx22y6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/RO6kmuOXI_c/s320/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYELET?! IS IT?! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had pictures printed out. In matte type, those material that disallows photos to stick together after a long time. Which is good, I so do not want to see photos sticking together. I learnt A LOT of new stuffs today. Like you know, punching the hole at the side for the what's-that-called, eyelet?! Okay nevermind. A gigantic correction-tape look alike I saw, it was cute but it's a type of glue - you tape down the glue like how you do with your correction tape. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2ODh22y5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/01prLWpVpII/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061357747513510802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2ODh22y5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/01prLWpVpII/s320/DSC00967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these! Isn't is amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGPi08uuNDY" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how we got the old-look effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2OCB22y2I/AAAAAAAAAus/NVd-AEHRG34/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061357721743706978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2OCB22y2I/AAAAAAAAAus/NVd-AEHRG34/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has this swing thing he made and it's D.I.Y-ED! It was goddamn cool 'cos when I sat on it, it's so comfortable. I was hoping that the thing didn't break and IT DID! Okay, I'm just kidding. But I had a good time swinging there. Heheheheee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2PMB22y7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/4CsmcbOsUGI/s1600-h/estellescrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061358993054026674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2PMB22y7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/4CsmcbOsUGI/s320/estellescrap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long-awaited doodling book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU SOOO MUCH, TERENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scrap book made for Baby is awesome. It's the one and only, filled with pictures of both of us, lovely designs and adorable rub-ons. And of course, Baby LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEED it. I mean, he still loves it now. He was going "Oh my god, so nice! NICE lah! How can I not like it, Baby?" He said that Terence is a nice guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I was on the train towards Outram Park to meet Baby. So I went in the train and realised there's this lady who was leaning against the pole. Fucking hell. I had to squeeze my hand so that I could hold on to the pole. I SO DID NOT WANT TO FALL PLEASE. I squeezed and squeezed. I'm pretty sure she got irritated - big time. It's her fault okay, not mine. Her fat porky body was leaning on the pole. HOW TO HOLD LIKE THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went, "Excuse me, Mrs. Lard. Your big body is leaning against this poor skinny pole. And I do not want to fall down. Please stand in a proper way, it won't kill I swear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pretend that she was a deaf. I was fucking fuming with anger. So I grabbed a little bit of her hair together with the pole. The train jerked at the same time and her head moved forward and OUCH! I hurt her scalp and she stared at me. HAHAHAHA. She got served. Fat lard. Plus, she almost fell down before she alighted 'cos the train jerked again. She got served, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Baby at Outram and went towards Vivo City. Wanted to catch Spiderman 3 but timing sucked, every slot was almost full to the fucking max. Soooooo, we shopped around. Baby was being a retard. So crazy, I tell you! Heheheheeeee. Then, we played at Toys'R'us. TOYS, TOYS AND TEDDY BEARS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our dinner at Maxwell hawker center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good food, good price, good companion. Loved it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2RiR22y_I/AAAAAAAAAv0/AITq87puHWw/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061361574329371634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2RiR22y_I/AAAAAAAAAv0/AITq87puHWw/s320/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2RhR22y8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/yidyedSMyd4/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061361557149502402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2RhR22y8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/yidyedSMyd4/s320/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had these. Including fried oyster egg that was not in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2Rhx22y9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/_VdGVonJyeY/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061361565739437010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2Rhx22y9I/AAAAAAAAAvk/_VdGVonJyeY/s320/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut and watermelon juice. GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so full, I felt like falling asleep. The food was so good, I felt like falling sleep. Baby was so sweet, I felt like falling asleep. The uncle that I bought tissues from were so grateful because I paid him extra, I felt like falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's like Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2RiB22y-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/U3UFsTVbm68/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061361570034404322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2RiB22y-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/U3UFsTVbm68/s320/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2Rix22zAI/AAAAAAAAAv8/H7kfJ5eCtWI/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061361582919306242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2Rix22zAI/AAAAAAAAAv8/H7kfJ5eCtWI/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Like you owned it, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling him about the Superman joke that Jem told me. He got really irritated because he thought that it wasn't funny at all. But I continued my joke throughout the journey, after dinner while walking towards the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; "Baby! *hands pointing to the right* Superman! *hands pointing to the left* THEN WHAT IS THIS?! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton:&lt;/strong&gt; "Erm, Supermannnnnnnnnn! Is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; "Nope, it's Superman Returns. HAHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued this for so long, you wouldn't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2OBh22y1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/PdDkf6_cWwY/s1600-h/bebebebememememe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061357713153772370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2OBh22y1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/PdDkf6_cWwY/s320/bebebebememememe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super fun being with Baby. I'm seeing him next Tuesday again because it's gonna be my BIRTHDAY! Heheheheee. I don't mind studying on my birthday. I don't mind at all. Mid-years are just gonna be over in a week or so, I'm glad about that. I love my Baby, so fucking much. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uIFZKTDtU1A" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, video of Piggy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-6366757365925654570?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6366757365925654570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6366757365925654570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6366757365925654570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6366757365925654570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rj2OCh22y3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/qiX7WhdF458/s72-c/DSC00964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8374742756419845054</id><published>2007-05-04T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:03.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been 9 Months, Honey. {I know I blogged}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjsHSh22y0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/4XiJmcwKHVc/s1600-h/babyandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060646621188377410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjsHSh22y0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/4XiJmcwKHVc/s320/babyandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 9TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY, HONEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you're so amazing&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes, I think that life is too unbelievable. It's too good to be true. With you around, everything seems to be...&lt;strong&gt; Alive&lt;/strong&gt;. Moving. Even the non-living things. Baby, I know you love me and you know I feel the same way too. I wanna thank you for tolerating my 24/7 non-stop nonsense, my bad kisses and extremely retarded actions that I always do to embarass you. I am convinced that my moodwings have badly affected you in the past but... I'm a girl! And a princess. A Queen. Your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so damn close to perfection.&lt;/em&gt; Your bum, your lips, your forever fascinating smile, your fat thighs with hairs, your bulging tummy, your fucking holy face, your Gucci glasses together with your Gucci wallet, your sweet nothings, your hugs and kisses, your face, your features, your fingers, your hands, your appetite, your teeth, your pimples so cute, your sexy jeans, your "Desire" shirt so hot (but I didn't tell you), your lovely hair, your height and every singe little thing about you... TURNS ME ON - big time. And everything about you make me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, I'm not horny. Just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I'm not gonna stop saying those 3 words until the day I die. And when I die, I'll still love you. Love, love, loving you forever and ever. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8374742756419845054?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8374742756419845054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8374742756419845054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8374742756419845054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8374742756419845054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-9-months-honey.html' title='It&apos;s Been 9 Months, Honey. {I know I blogged}'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjsHSh22y0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/4XiJmcwKHVc/s72-c/babyandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-5222901486620884557</id><published>2007-05-03T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:04.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK STUDIES.</title><content type='html'>I am seriously trying to mug the shit out of my mind but I always ended up on the bed and the next thing, feeling like it's morning time and yes, it's morning fucking time for school. I've wasted 5 whole months slacking days off and now I kinda regretted my actions of slacking. I feel like asking some random uncle with AIDS to come and fuck me so I can really wake up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality check:&lt;/strong&gt; 4 more days to Mid-fucking-Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be blogging that much already (I'm goddamn serious). In fact, I'll try hard not to come online at all. So everyone, bless me with the ability to study, study and study. I hate the feeling of getting back the results and see a single digit out of the full 100 marks. I am an O levels student, so I should act like one. I am 16 years old, so I should act responsibly by STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dates check:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to 9th months anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to Granny's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to moi birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the ability to blog more than half a page. Sorry and goodbye. I love me Bebe and friends. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjnUhR22yzI/AAAAAAAAAuU/DwqpYOsN_xA/s1600-h/warp(43).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060309324521720626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjnUhR22yzI/AAAAAAAAAuU/DwqpYOsN_xA/s320/warp(43).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a kiss, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-5222901486620884557?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5222901486620884557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=5222901486620884557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5222901486620884557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5222901486620884557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/fuck-studies.html' title='FUCK STUDIES.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjnUhR22yzI/AAAAAAAAAuU/DwqpYOsN_xA/s72-c/warp(43).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-5764651013331260944</id><published>2007-05-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:43:57.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE CLIF - FOREVER.</title><content type='html'>I know, I know. I have not been blogging and I know the fact that everyone misses my entries because they wanna have a good laugh. I apologise for the lack of updates as I've been very busy with my life. And no, I have not been touching the books for weeks. I've been busy with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with Baby's friends and colleagues in his company. The food was good but I thought the tom-yam soup was way to thick. I ate more than Baby and his friends, call me a glutton. I was the last to finish the food. After dinner, Baby and I parted with the rest. I was right down emotional. I didn't speak more than 2 sentences. Baby thought I was weird. Yes, I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason was: NBCB, I MISS YOU. I MISS BABY SUPER MUCH. I MISS YOU. WHEN IS THE NEXT TIME THAT I CAN SEE MY LOVELY HUSBAND? SHOULDN'T HUSBAND AND WIFE STAY TOGETHER AND FOREVER? LIKE NBCB, FREEDOM JUST FUCKED ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried like a motherfucker. Thank God, Baby was being really sweet and supportive throughout. Half of my conversation went like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... Because Baby is my shadow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Because Baby is my shadow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Because Baby is my shadow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Because Baby is my shadow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Because Baby is my shadow..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Baby! Tho I cried like shit last night, my eyes were not puffy at all and that's good. Met Baby at Bugis and met a buyer. He sold Baby a soundcard and we walked around Simlim Square. I'm so gonna get K3! If my parents disallow me to get one, I'd leave the house for a whole damn month and see what they can do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was high like I consumed 100kg of Ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my sweetheart. We shopped together for the first time! Wanted to get a pair of red flats but I didn't look good in those. Walked around and saw a lovely shirt that says "When I shit, I feel better" and OF COURSE, I BOUGHT IT! I love giving out faeces because I always feel good after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby kinda carried me with his arm and he told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Body like one baby but YOU ARE DAMN HEAVY LAH!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. What baby, I think my body looks like a giant. You can feel Mountain Everest when you touch my tummy. We had shitloads of fun manz, I'm so happy today. He made me laugh and smile. I behave so naturally in front of him and it's like I've known him for 100 years. I love you, Clif Baby! I SWEAR, I SWEAR, I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER. I FUCKING LOVE YOU, MY BABY. WE'LL GET MARRIED, SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures... Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-5764651013331260944?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5764651013331260944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=5764651013331260944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5764651013331260944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5764651013331260944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-i-know.html' title='I LOVE CLIF - FOREVER.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7858105029143680098</id><published>2007-04-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:06.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY DAY. LOVELY DAY. DAYDAYDAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUMx22yvI/AAAAAAAAAt0/iHtWlJE-pho/s1600-h/warp(41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058127541264894706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUMx22yvI/AAAAAAAAAt0/iHtWlJE-pho/s320/warp(41).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAY, TOMORROW IS DEBDEB AND YI HAO'S TOGETHER-BIRTHDAY-PARTY. I'M SO EXCITED I LOOKED LIKE THAT. HAHAHAHAHAHA. YAY YAY! SAY "YAY" EVERYONE! I KNOW I'M DAMN HOTZ SO WANKWANK NOW W0RZ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was quite random.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii *moans* people. Today, I had Chinese exams and woah, it was not that difficult afterall! I tried my best to read the paragraphs. I hope those stupid Chinese teachers pass me man. I don't want to fail and kena irritating naggings from that bitch. I hope my Chinese letter-writing format is correct and I hope whoever that marker is, understand my composition. Heheheheee. Of course, school ended early. I didn't go out with Aisha and Mah because I had to meet the Best People to shop for Debdeb's birthday present. Sorry, girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was only 12 noon, Dhwan and I went to Yi Hao's place and played. Sylvia had lesson until 2 so we slacked our time off at Hao's place. I SWEAR COUNTERSTRIKE IS FUN MANZ BUT I KEPT SCREAMING BECAUSE OF THOSE CB TERRORISTS. And nabeh all look the same, I couldn't differentiate who were the ones in my team manz! Yi Hao, please send me that GTA file and random: Yi Xiu is very adorable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring like pussies and bitches so moving around was difficult for 3 of us. Met up with Sylvia later and we headed to town. As usual, shopping here and there. But our main point is Debdeb's present. Sports stuff for her, couldn't find suitable one. So, we got her a... Ermz, a secret. We shopped like mad. We got drenched like mad dogs (Adela likes to say "mad dog"). Decided to go Bugis for skinny jeans and Yi Hao's birthday presents! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU YOU YOU KNOW WHATZ, I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY. &lt;strong&gt;I GOT MY SKINNY JEANS!&lt;/strong&gt; I swear I was perspiring like a pig in the small fitting room. So dark, so warm and so squeezy! Plus it's not that easy for me to put on skinny jeans because I have quite a big bum if you do not know. I tried 3 pieces and got the right size for moiself. YAYAYAYAYAYYYYY. HAPPY SIOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Hao bought a few shirts. Sylvia bought 2 shirts and a pair of skinny jeans. I bought a pair of skinny jeans. We bought Debdeb's present from... Secret. And Ridhwan bought a belt! Woahz, I felt so good today. *moans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridhwan helped me to carry my old Roxy bag and I went shouting around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HEY DUDE, YOUR BAG IS DAMN COOL MANZ. WHERE DID YOU GET IT? ROXY BOY SIOLZ. How much was it? WOAHHHHHHHH SEHZ!"&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA. I SWEAR HE WAS THE CENTER OF ATTENTION PLEASE! Just imagine a stupid mat carrying a girly Roxy bag! (Sigh, I so wanna throw that bag away, but if I do, I'd have NO MORE BAGS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUNh22yyI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RZNf4INBmE4/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058127554149796642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUNh22yyI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RZNf4INBmE4/s320/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia and moi! :D On the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUNR22yxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/uQkUg9WeROU/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058127549854829330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUNR22yxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/uQkUg9WeROU/s320/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Pouty, Mr. Bah Chor Mee and Miss Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUNB22ywI/AAAAAAAAAt8/lOfNmmVU_FE/s1600-h/DSC01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058127545559862018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUNB22ywI/AAAAAAAAAt8/lOfNmmVU_FE/s320/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia, you took this picture but where were you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took some "artistic" and very down syndromey pictures. Syl set her timer in her phone and KA-CHAK! Group photos. Yaynezz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIQlx22yqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/hjKNAijgjS4/s1600-h/friends!2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058123572715113122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIQlx22yqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/hjKNAijgjS4/s320/friends!2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWN SYNDROME PEOPLE (with their shopping bags).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIQmB22yrI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YC7DKC45BfE/s1600-h/friends!3edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058123577010080434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIQmB22yrI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YC7DKC45BfE/s320/friends!3edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampo siao = abit siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIQmR22ysI/AAAAAAAAAtc/vwOEUNNlhdo/s1600-h/friends!4edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058123581305047746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIQmR22ysI/AAAAAAAAAtc/vwOEUNNlhdo/s320/friends!4edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIQmh22ytI/AAAAAAAAAtk/g_SQI_6NzAk/s1600-h/friends!edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058123585600015058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIQmh22ytI/AAAAAAAAAtk/g_SQI_6NzAk/s320/friends!edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehz, that gate behind machiam Prison Break. 4 Wentworths in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, not funny. Mum just finished msn-ing my sister whose at Paris now. She's typing stuff like "I'm mimi", "How are you?" and she wrote some chinese characters. Damn cute, my momma. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUMh22yuI/AAAAAAAAAts/hfrogVJC4Tc/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058127536969927394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUMh22yuI/AAAAAAAAAts/hfrogVJC4Tc/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. This is damn kawaiiz right! OMFG, DAMN CUTE RIGHT! HAHAHAHA. I took this in Hao's place and I'm so gonna show Yi Xiu. Look at his hair! And compare his looks then and now. OMG LAH. Fucking cute! HAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm exxxxxxxxhausted. Tomorrow's da sexy birday party nehz! Stay tuned! Because I'm gonna take thousands of pictures (kidding). YAY YAY. I'M SEEING BABY TOMORROW FINALLY LIKE AFTER 6 DAYS. Byebye, people! Moi lublub all ob euu! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-7858105029143680098?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7858105029143680098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=7858105029143680098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7858105029143680098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7858105029143680098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-day-lovely-day-daydayday.html' title='CRAZY DAY. LOVELY DAY. DAYDAYDAY.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjIUMx22yvI/AAAAAAAAAt0/iHtWlJE-pho/s72-c/warp(41).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-5716728811984839770</id><published>2007-04-26T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:07.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A PUSSY ENTRY. LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjCf7R22yoI/AAAAAAAAAs8/8wQ-rL6Q2q0/s1600-h/E+S+T+E+L+L+E+(76).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057718222291651202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjCf7R22yoI/AAAAAAAAAs8/8wQ-rL6Q2q0/s320/E+S+T+E+L+L+E+(76).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi table, which used to be so clean and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh. When am I gonna start taking out the book and fucking study? I have no idea where to start, to end and how many chapters do I need to mug on? Fucking cb studies. I really have no mood for the big Os and it seems like everyone around me is having fun too. Okay, let's make a promise... I will study next week. NEXT WEEK, I MUST. So I'm gonna enjoy the shit of my body energy during the weekends. My b'day present for Debdeb is half-done, and I have no idea what to get for Yi Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Sweetheart this Saturday but he told me he'd be going down at a later time because he already promised his friend to go to Sim Lim Square. NOT FAIR! He should come earlier because I'm gonna be there. He should come earlier because his friend stays SO near to him. He should come earlier because Boon Lay and Bishan is NOT near at all. He should come earlier because we have no seen each other for GODDAMN 6 DAYS! AM LIKE, SO ANGRY. *angry pose* HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm joking lah! &lt;em&gt;(&amp;amp;I know you are gonna say, "If you say those things above, means you mean it whatz. Must be you gotz think be4 riitez? You baddbadd girlfw3n.)&lt;/em&gt; Ima goody girlfriend. Those were just stupid thoughts, I'm sure some girls would think this way aye. I will wait patiently for Sweetheart's arrival. Smiling like an angel (pukes), inviting him to my chests and HUG ME! Hehehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I so totally hate him to the MAXZXXZ&lt;/strong&gt; (I meant the opposite). Okay, I know this entry is mofo lame so you can ignore it and wait for some better entries with pretty pictures. Bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-5716728811984839770?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5716728811984839770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=5716728811984839770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5716728811984839770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5716728811984839770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-pussy-entry-lol.html' title='WHAT A PUSSY ENTRY. LOL.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RjCf7R22yoI/AAAAAAAAAs8/8wQ-rL6Q2q0/s72-c/E+S+T+E+L+L+E+(76).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2662903059880439833</id><published>2007-04-25T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:09.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old bitch typing this fucking entry.</title><content type='html'>Woahz, I didn't blog for a few days already. I feel like an old bitch. Anyway, Mum just nagged at me telling me that everyone is studying EXCEPT for moi. I got so pissed off and told her, "I'M NOT PLAYING THE DAMN COMP" while I'm typing the previous sentence down. I'm mean lah, but I cannot stand naggings. I'm gonna study soon anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9cPB22ylI/AAAAAAAAAsk/RXR1_R4r-OE/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057362319826668114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9cPB22ylI/AAAAAAAAAsk/RXR1_R4r-OE/s320/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get my ass from this comp chair and fucking study manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good, getting better because I'm having so much fun with my friends. I did neglect my studies and I'm not gonna ignore it. I'm going to study tomorrow. Or maybe Friday. I can't study on Saturday because it's gonna be YI HAO &amp; DEBORAH'S BIRTHDAY PARTYYYY! :D Can I laugh at certain people who are not invited?! MUAHAHAHA. *midda fingaz up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was fine. I had free periods, 3/4 of them. Slacked and talked to Adela, Jaime and Yi Hao. They are the people I talk to the most and they are adorably funny! :D My class ordered Canadian Pizza to celebrate Yi Hao's birthday (the Clique people and other friends celebrating on Sat). Yummy pizzaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9cPx22ynI/AAAAAAAAAs0/IpjLzfIEtFs/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057362332711570034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9cPx22ynI/AAAAAAAAAs0/IpjLzfIEtFs/s320/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Adela &amp;amp; Jaime! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about food, I can write down a list or 5 of food that I'm craving for now. Chocolate fondue, cheesecake, stingray with chilli, crabs, big breakfast!, BBQ-ed prawns and many many more. And check this one out below, it really tasted like HEAVEN. From Australia, Wendy bought it when she was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9cPh22ymI/AAAAAAAAAss/ARbaLZt8DIQ/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057362328416602722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9cPh22ymI/AAAAAAAAAss/ARbaLZt8DIQ/s320/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trufffffle. Slurpz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9bSh22yjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eO9itMRghvw/s1600-h/mynainaigirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057361280444582450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9bSh22yjI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eO9itMRghvw/s320/mynainaigirl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly Nainai girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Nainai girl went to AMK with me to look for some things needed to make Deb's present. She kept saying this, "Nainainainai..." so I'm gonna call her my Nainai girl. HAHAHA. I couldn't find the goddamn thing I needed. We met Jem and saw Mus, so Mus joined us. Slacked at Macs and went to Plaza Singapuraaaaa - me wearing uniform with black slippers and no bag (I went home before that, you see). Slacker moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPOTLIGHT&lt;/span&gt; is the best place. I can get anything I want there. Tho I know there are cheaper places but okay, never mind. I got my stuffs and I was 3/4 broke. Resisted temptation to eat at the foodcourt 'cos I was 3/4 broke then I was talking cock with Aisha. And she told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you see the lightning, means God is taking pictures of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was raining heavily, together with thunder and lightning. I smiled and grinned to the sky thinking that God would take a picture of me. And I continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So if thunder comes after lightning, means He thinks that the pictures are not nice, so he's choking lah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lame, I know. So just ignore these 2 crazy whores. HAHAHA. We had Mc Donalds and thank you, Jem for the treat. I ate nuggets and fries. I kept smiling to the sky because there were many lightnings going BROOM BOOM BOMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9bSx22ykI/AAAAAAAAAsc/msu3wAy4_nY/s1600-h/mynainaigirl2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057361284739549762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9bSx22ykI/AAAAAAAAAsc/msu3wAy4_nY/s320/mynainaigirl2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah lan, that cb pose. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jem went away to meet his Ginni and Mum. Mus went home. Nainai and I decided to busssssssss home. We were talking, Nainai and I panicked suddenly because the green light was on for us to cross, we were afraid we had no time. So we were running and we reached the other end only to realise that the bus stop had moved, to the opposite - where we came from. Get it? Never mind. Am falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, party's on Saturday and I cannot wait to see Deb! HAHAHA. I'm gonna hand-make her something very adorable and I swear it's gonna be her DREAM PRESENT. And of course, Baby... I miss me Bebe like fucking lots. Nbcb. I wanna see him quick so I can smaaaaack his ass and kiss him on the cheeks. Hehehe. I love my Baby, Nainai girl and Mahmahneh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt; THE BEST PEOPLE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;DEBDEB AND YI HAOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;LUBLUB. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2662903059880439833?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2662903059880439833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2662903059880439833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2662903059880439833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2662903059880439833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-bitch-typing-this-fucking-entry.html' title='Old bitch typing this fucking entry.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Ri9cPB22ylI/AAAAAAAAAsk/RXR1_R4r-OE/s72-c/DSC00828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8386056016248848135</id><published>2007-04-21T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:12.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI, MY NAME IS BILLIE JEAN. HAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson is the ultimate sex. Till now, he still makes women cry. FUCKING AMAZING LEGEND. I cannot stop listening to "Billie Jean". All thanks to Eddie. He said, "Michael Jackson is God, so am I." LIKE WTH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rb8I8-dmAxs" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went over to Baby's place. I was watching Theodore playing this sick game that has monster chasing a girl and chopping off her bones if she's caught or stuff like that, the music playing in the game was also eerie! The game was going nowhere but running around so Theo decided to play fighting game! I swear he's damn good at it. We laughed at those players with funny movements. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby fell asleep on the floor and I think I took around 30 minutes to wake him up to go to the bed. He fell asleep and I disturbed him a little. After awhile, I fell asleep too. HAHAHA. I think I looked like a damn pig sleeping, seriously. Went back to Baby's room and slept on his bed. He woke up to bath then meet his friends, without me! He wanted me to stay at home. I slept after playing some online games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Goodnight, Honey!", he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like omfgxz, I knew I was fucking hungry in my sleep. I JUSTTTTTTTT KNEW IT. Before Baby left the house, I told him to get some food. But he didn't feed me with anything! The next morning, he told me that he couldn't bear to wake me up because I was sleeping soo soundly that's why he did not give me the porridge he bought. OMGXZ, DAMN SWEET RIGHT! But I was abit half-asleep lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and slept, Baby went to work. I woke up feeling like SHIT. Mum actually woke me up to go for high tea with Wendy - AFTER SHE GOT ALL READY. I mean, Mum couldn't wake me up earlier on? This showed no sincerity of asking me along to high tea. I mean, it's so normal for me now, I know it. I just know that I won't be able to fit in. It's like, Mum and Wendy have so much to talk about. I am a goddamn extra. Plus, Mum always gives me a feeling of YOU-KNOW-WHAT-YOU-SHOULDN'T-COME-ALONG. Maybe I'm being over paranoid. But seriously, I wouldn't be thinking this way if Mum treats me a lil better. Just a little. Okay, nevermind. Just blame me for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the Best People instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiopwpFDMZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/a78yCgIN2FE/s1600-h/lolloll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055899447314297234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiopwpFDMZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/a78yCgIN2FE/s320/lolloll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemjem and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Bugis today! Had lunch at... I forgot. But the lamb chop and fried rice I had was so good, I tell you. Shopped around Bugis Village. Was hoping I could get a nice, fanciful hairband. But noo, I couldn't find something I like. Deb bought her slippers and Hao bought his bag for his cousin. I wanna get a bag too. Actually, I wanna get a lot of things. Nevermind, we'll skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know the best part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby came! We slacked abit and Sylvia came next. We decided to go Suntec! That place is boring. It's just boring, I don't know how to phrase it man. I used to come here like every week and everything is still goddamn same now. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiooZ5FDMWI/AAAAAAAAArs/3zcV3zfBb4A/s1600-h/haome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055897956960645474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiooZ5FDMWI/AAAAAAAAArs/3zcV3zfBb4A/s320/haome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH HAO and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I took pictures! Hehehe. I cried at Burger King because of some stuff. Thank God, I had Baby with me. He told me to be strong and not make myself miserable by thinking about those stuff. &lt;em&gt;What stuff?&lt;/em&gt; You don't have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiooZpFDMVI/AAAAAAAAArk/Qk740vo263U/s1600-h/BABYANDMEMEME!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055897952665678162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiooZpFDMVI/AAAAAAAAArk/Qk740vo263U/s320/BABYANDMEMEME!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood started to go looooooooooooooooooooow like J Lo. It wasn't a nice feeling and I was sure that it wasn't going off anytime soon. I told Baby everything. He knows me too well. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiooaJFDMXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/fjVMJJ76QrE/s1600-h/babyandme!2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055897961255612786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiooaJFDMXI/AAAAAAAAAr0/fjVMJJ76QrE/s320/babyandme!2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. LMAO. DAMN FUNNY AH, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RioqtJFDMaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/kbieEXVAsZY/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055900486696382882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RioqtJFDMaI/AAAAAAAAAsM/kbieEXVAsZY/s320/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem is another crazy dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired but I love my Best People and Baby. They made me laugh with their funny jokes. Baby joked around with them just as well. Sometimes, I feel fortunate to have these people around me. What would I be without them? No love, no fun. I'm not a very good friend, I'm trying to be one. I love you allllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, people. Let's bless Baby he'll have the ability to save up as much money as possible. I'm very tired to blog now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8386056016248848135?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8386056016248848135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8386056016248848135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8386056016248848135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8386056016248848135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-my-name-is-billie-jean-hahaha.html' title='HI, MY NAME IS BILLIE JEAN. HAHAHA.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiopwpFDMZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/a78yCgIN2FE/s72-c/lolloll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-803515692406398088</id><published>2007-04-18T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:15.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO PANG SAI, BUT LET ME JUST FINISH THIS ENTRY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYPwpw14xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/dcXG1_X0Tm0/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054744960288809746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYPwpw14xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/dcXG1_X0Tm0/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI, PEOPLE. I've forgotten what I wanted to blog about recently. I apologise arhxz! Okay, so school was alright. The sec 4s and 5As are gonna have Mathematics mock exam tomorrow and we are actually allowed to have a A4-sized paper written with ANY formulae you need. That gives us no reason to fail, doesn't it? * after much thinking * Okay, I have a high percentage of failing this mocky docky exam. Let's skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYTIJw141I/AAAAAAAAArc/vyc-QHTbHpA/s1600-h/ABCD0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054748662550618962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYTIJw141I/AAAAAAAAArc/vyc-QHTbHpA/s320/ABCD0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: Monkey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about Chemistry test today but we could actually open up our file and search for the answers in the notes. I still bet I'd get a single digit. I've been completing much of my homework and I'm pretty glad about that. I'm starting to feel the heat of THE BIG Os! Like, right now. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Yi Hao and I were chatting during Biology lesson. I was thinking damn hard on what to get for Baby's birthday although it's still far away. BUT the important thing is, I wanna make him a birthday cake! Hehe. Yi Hao was also thinking about what to get for Yi Xiu. The conversation then went on to what we want for our birthdays which are coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "I want a Mini Cooper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi Hao,&lt;/strong&gt; "What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "CAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kinda fainted then I told him to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "OKAY, NVM. LAMBORGHINI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi Hao,&lt;/strong&gt; "Then I want Ferrari lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Actually, all I want for my birthday is a new wallet and a new MP3 player which I think my parents would get for me. I don't really expect much because I just want to spend time with my family, friends and Baby! Lublub. After school, the usual bunch got together and had lunch at KFC. Studied a tiny bit and we gossiped so much about certain people, laughing our asses off. Then I went to check out this darling Samsung K3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH JESUS, I HAVE TO GET THE RED ONE!&lt;/span&gt; It's sexy and slim. I hope my parents allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYRL5w14yI/AAAAAAAAArE/SnAHOYaztjs/s1600-h/THREEE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054746527951872802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYRL5w14yI/AAAAAAAAArE/SnAHOYaztjs/s320/THREEE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the best people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home and we took many pictures. I was the one who got down first then I realised I dropped the handphone pouch Baby gave it to me on the floor and I went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;"MY POOOOOOOOOOOOOUCH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi driver turned back and laughed at me. The cab drove off, I picked up the pouch and turned right. Guess what, I knocked onto the fucking lamp post and I SWEAR THAT THE PEOPLE NEARBY WERE LAUGHING AT ME LIKE WHAT. THE. FUCK THE POLE IS SO HUGE AND I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE IT. I LAUGHED IT OFF ALL. BY. MYSELF. AND THEY MUST BE THINKING, "Damn, this bitch is drunk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYTHZw14zI/AAAAAAAAArM/lvkIBzmuN6c/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054748649665717042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYTHZw14zI/AAAAAAAAArM/lvkIBzmuN6c/s320/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia and I, old photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYTH5w140I/AAAAAAAAArU/zfkTvuaB6oQ/s1600-h/DSC007222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054748658255651650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYTH5w140I/AAAAAAAAArU/zfkTvuaB6oQ/s320/DSC007222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Clif Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT PISSED ME OFF BIG TIME TODAY?! There was assembly programme about relationship and sex. The lady host was interviewing some of the lower secondary audience and YOU KNOW, THERE'S THIS GUY - HIS NAME IS CLIFTON TOO! And I was SO EMBARRASSED BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ya, I wanna date (Prince) William."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS HE GAY?! IS HE GAY? IS HE. A. GAY?! I'M SO SORRY TO SAY THIS BUT... Argh! I know I don't have the rights to criticise but he said HE WANTS TO DATE PRINCE WILLIAM?! I KNOW HE'S RICH BUT WHAT. THE. HELL?! Baby, you are still the best Clifton. * MWAH MWAH *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-803515692406398088?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/803515692406398088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=803515692406398088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/803515692406398088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/803515692406398088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-to-pang-sai-but-let-me-just.html' title='I WANT TO PANG SAI, BUT LET ME JUST FINISH THIS ENTRY.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiYPwpw14xI/AAAAAAAAAq8/dcXG1_X0Tm0/s72-c/DSC00742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-521361576235301419</id><published>2007-04-17T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:15.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiTS5cfO4KI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DuhVuXpuFr0/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054396566158106786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiTS5cfO4KI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DuhVuXpuFr0/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this cat plushie! Hehehe, I will blog about this catty plushie tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-521361576235301419?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/521361576235301419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=521361576235301419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/521361576235301419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/521361576235301419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/memories.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiTS5cfO4KI/AAAAAAAAAq0/DuhVuXpuFr0/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6501815375095290993</id><published>2007-04-17T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:16.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather Marks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiSeksfO4HI/AAAAAAAAAqc/z3xqYwP7__E/s1600-h/heather1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054339035071176818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiSeksfO4HI/AAAAAAAAAqc/z3xqYwP7__E/s320/heather1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, she's the prettiest lady on earth. She's like a walking porcelain doll and my obsession over her is not over yet. Have you walk around the town and chance upon this poster and in this poster, there's a lady with pretty make-up advertising for Anna Sui? There, Heather Marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;FUCKING GORRRRRRGEOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been surfing Supermodels.nl for months (LOL!) and Heather Marks is still the best. I love her face, her eyes, her photoshoots and her stunning bod. STUNNING BEAUTY. I feel that Heather is better than Gemma Ward. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiSeksfO4GI/AAAAAAAAAqU/rFwJxhQ0Fvo/s1600-h/heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054339035071176802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiSeksfO4GI/AAAAAAAAAqU/rFwJxhQ0Fvo/s320/heather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054341599166652562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiSg58fO4JI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JggOHjvRU6g/s320/127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiSgocfO4II/AAAAAAAAAqk/kFbxdmWLkP4/s1600-h/Vogue-Germany-Oct-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054341298518941826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiSgocfO4II/AAAAAAAAAqk/kFbxdmWLkP4/s320/Vogue-Germany-Oct-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, gonna drool over her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-6501815375095290993?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6501815375095290993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6501815375095290993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6501815375095290993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6501815375095290993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/heather-marks.html' title='Heather Marks.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiSeksfO4HI/AAAAAAAAAqc/z3xqYwP7__E/s72-c/heather1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-4699258152072916805</id><published>2007-04-16T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:18.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Chinese (Sarcasm).</title><content type='html'>Hi, people. Right now, I know that I've a lot of things to type down on this moronic online diary. I went out with Baby to town on Saturday and I wore this pair of killer heels and it's seriously - KILLER HEELS. After walking for about like, 15 minutes my feet started to ache. It got worse and right now, I feel like chopping off my feet and feed the needys. Bah. I don't really take care of my feet that much and what's worst is that my feet get blisters very fucking easily. So easily that I kinda like the pain that blisters give me. Like, I'm numb to the pain. People always ask me if I'm okay and stuff like that. You know, I can deal with blisters real quickly. Just pop them, clean the pus and wash it up. I use... Nail clippers to pop da pus! Sounds kinda sick, but I love doing it. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Photos are gross to many I've shown.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNfmMfO4CI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Dkum_VxJsKM/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053988316631719970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNfmMfO4CI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Dkum_VxJsKM/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNfl8fO4BI/AAAAAAAAAps/_pXhCao4v1g/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053988312336752658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNfl8fO4BI/AAAAAAAAAps/_pXhCao4v1g/s320/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have ugly foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grosshit lah, I know. That pair of heels are so gorgeous. I need to get a pair of socks for heels so that I won't get any kind of blisters next time. I still have one more at the side of my left foot, it was swelling last night and I swear I was crying in pain. HAHAHA! But yeah, I beared with the pain and fell asleep. Limped to school today. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School totally sucked today. I'm hearing everyone talking about how important Os are and hell, I'm getting sick of it. I WANNA STUDY SO FUCKING HARD but woohoo, I'ma serious procrastinator and I think I need some counselling. Chinese is being a total PAIN IN THE ASS LIKE ZOMGXZ HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PASS MY CHINESE. I KNOW I'M NOT WORKING HARD - YOU TELL ME HOW TO STUDY CHINESE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNk38fO4EI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lCep4HTiMXc/s1600-h/ABCD0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053994119132536898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNk38fO4EI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lCep4HTiMXc/s320/ABCD0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. HAIYARXZ, GIB MOI SUM CHANZ CANX?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a re-test tomorrow and hahahaha, God bless me man. I just received 5 songs (I think) from Kenneth and thank you for that. Cleared something off my mind while listening to those songs. I wanna talk to Clifbaby now because of the usual stuff... Family love. Am I getting enough? Or I don't deserve it at all? Being the most rebellious kid in the family ain't the coolest thing, but I want things my way sometimes (or most of the time) and I feel that it's nothing wrong so I rebel then got detested by my... Sad to say, parents. Been very troubled and sad over that. Or am I thinking too much? Huh, family love. Am I getting enough? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just asked my Dad 30 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me,&lt;/strong&gt; "Dad, got dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad,&lt;/strong&gt; "No. We called, you didn't answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me,&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh... But I called back, you didn't answer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad,&lt;/strong&gt; "You gettin' too used to not answering my calls already lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the AWW-TOO-BAD-YOU-SUCKER tone. Yeah, I'm sorry for not answering your calls in the past. Whatever, I'll just starve. I need my Baby badly now. I wanna speak to him and tell him everything in my mind. I wanna cry the shit out of my eyes. I know I'ma loser. Yeah, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNk3sfO4DI/AAAAAAAAAp8/g0xVn42itjg/s1600-h/ABCD0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053994114837569586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNk3sfO4DI/AAAAAAAAAp8/g0xVn42itjg/s320/ABCD0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all I think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNl6MfO4FI/AAAAAAAAAqM/gbXM3pq52wg/s1600-h/meme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053995257298870354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNl6MfO4FI/AAAAAAAAAqM/gbXM3pq52wg/s320/meme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so happy, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are hating me more and more each week. Ya, I bet all of you are gonna go, "Your parents love you no matter what/afterall/for sure. So don't be sad okiiesxz?" Go fuck yourself. You don't know how it feels to be the youngest in the family, being despised and list goes on. I created this mess and it's hard to clear up now. My parents hate me, I don't deny the fact. I'm like the world's most rebellious girl and no parents would want someone like me. I know another part of them loves me, but it's not enough. Hoho, I'm gonna leave the house for a break - soon. Haiyar, all my cheebye fault. Bull-headed FUCK who does shit in the HOUSE. Mum should have just dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We didn't want you in the first place. YOU WERE UNPLANNED!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, guys. Cry with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-4699258152072916805?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4699258152072916805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=4699258152072916805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4699258152072916805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4699258152072916805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-chinese-sarcasm.html' title='I Love Chinese (Sarcasm).'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNfmMfO4CI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Dkum_VxJsKM/s72-c/DSC00488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-5498912135036982394</id><published>2007-04-15T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNRbsfO4AI/AAAAAAAAApk/VcGdjaLqJIw/s1600-h/mybabyandiii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053972743080304642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNRbsfO4AI/AAAAAAAAApk/VcGdjaLqJIw/s320/mybabyandiii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNRMMfO3_I/AAAAAAAAApc/hJRFJ63WSrA/s1600-h/hotbabyandasshole.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday night, Baby and I shared something special. I cried because the things he said was extremely diabetically sweet. I'm not gonna elaborate what we talked about because it's something special and I wanna keep it a secret. I know I'ma baby and our thinking totally crashed yesterday, it wasn't pleasant seeing you so pissed off over stuffs that are.. You know, my parents. I know I have to watch my words, especially when you're tired and angry. I said the wrong stuff and I apologise, Baby. We had a long, sweet talk while we walked around the town, yes? I know you feel bad about not being able to show your affection to me like how you did last time, it's alright. We have flaws and &lt;strong&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;/strong&gt;, still. &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/27858054-5498912135036982394?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5498912135036982394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=5498912135036982394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5498912135036982394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5498912135036982394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweetest-night.html' title='The Sweetest Night.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RiNRbsfO4AI/AAAAAAAAApk/VcGdjaLqJIw/s72-c/mybabyandiii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7013566039053718476</id><published>2007-04-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:19.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hua Yu Coolzx!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ESTELLE GOT OWNED BY THAT ZENGXZXZ LAO SHI TODAY! IT WASN'T SOMETHING FUNNY. I DIDN'T MEAN TO FAIL THAT CHINESE TEST. I REALLY FORGOT EVERY CHINESE WORD. I DIDN'T HAVE A DICTIONARY WITH ME THEN...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rh4wacfO38I/AAAAAAAAApE/Md83xLxM7MA/s1600-h/ABCD0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052529062838198210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rh4wacfO38I/AAAAAAAAApE/Md83xLxM7MA/s320/ABCD0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I turned on the fire and Mdm Zeng's blood was boiling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she yelled at me for the whole 15 minutes telling me all my mistakes. I actually wrote "sheng ti jian kang" (wishing someone who has AIDs a good health, it means) when I don't even need to for formal letter writing. &lt;em&gt;CHINESE, OH CHINESE.&lt;/em&gt; To think I used to get 79 marks out of a hundred during my chinese-speaking days (primary school). OHMYGAWDSX. I better do somemore reading. I want to get A1 for wo de hua yu wor (my chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mdm Zeng for that 7 out of 20 marks.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for that 3 out of 10 marks Chinese work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-7013566039053718476?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7013566039053718476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=7013566039053718476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7013566039053718476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7013566039053718476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/estelle-got-owned-by-that-zengxzxz-lao.html' title='Hua Yu Coolzx!'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rh4wacfO38I/AAAAAAAAApE/Md83xLxM7MA/s72-c/ABCD0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2881176537818472880</id><published>2007-04-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Fit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz2hsfO37I/AAAAAAAAAo8/oWkDUFF591k/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052183940741128114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz2hsfO37I/AAAAAAAAAo8/oWkDUFF591k/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem and I, a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FLUNKED MY SOCIAL STUDIES TEST THO' IT WAS FUCKING AN OPEN-BOOK TEST. YES, I'M DUMB. I MISTOOK THE QUESTION FOR SOME OTHER HEADFUCK STUFF AND I'M GONNA FAIL. AND I FLUNKED MY GEOGRAPHY PAPER DESPITE STUDYING FOR IT THE WHOLE NIGHT YESTERDAY, I FORGOT EVERY. SINGLE. THING. WOW, THANKS TO WHOEVER WHO CURSE ME. FUCK YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, enough of ranting. But really, failing that fucking open-book test would mean that I'm the dumbest shit ever. For that moment when I had 5 minutes left, I felt like slapping my SS teacher so that she could faint and I'll have more time to do my test. I wasted 20 minutes on one and a half page of rubbish and then I started the test all over again after that. I had 10 minutes left for a twelve OPEN-BOOK marks test. Okay, I said I should stop ranting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was a bitch today. NAPFA was pain in the ass. I forgot to bring my P.E shirt thus I had to borrow it from Yi Hao. Yeah, soccer jersey number 3, cool shiat. I felt a bit happy today as I did 3 incline pull ups, bloody achievement. I used to do only 1 when I was in secondary 1, 2 and 3. Shutter run was shit, standing broad jump was another shit, sit-ups were good and sit-and-reach was.. pretty fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz0QMfO34I/AAAAAAAAAok/oq3zCQ0aNcs/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052181441070161794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz0QMfO34I/AAAAAAAAAok/oq3zCQ0aNcs/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love 2.4km, only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz0PsfO33I/AAAAAAAAAoc/kD8G0ym6CLI/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052181432480227186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz0PsfO33I/AAAAAAAAAoc/kD8G0ym6CLI/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone improved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH. CUNT! My timing was 12 minutes for 2.4km last year and this year?! The result of being a glutton who doesn't exercise = 14 MINUTES! Argh, what a shit timing. I'm so pissed with my results this year! As you know I wore Yi Hao's jersey, so I was afraid that Yi Xiu might get angry. So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; "YI XIU! COME, COME!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi Xiu:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; "ERR, you don't mind me wearing Yi Hao's jersey, right?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi Xiu:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh, nonono!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; "'Cos I forgot about mine. Sorry!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, she's so sweet I tell you. Good girlfriend! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz0PcfO32I/AAAAAAAAAoU/kRbCtGAQnGw/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052181428185259874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz0PcfO32I/AAAAAAAAAoU/kRbCtGAQnGw/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 best buds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jem came to school to see us. Hehe. We met and went to KFC together with Sylvia, Yi Hao and later, Louis and Liang. We kinda studied for tomorrow's test but I don't think I'm that prepared yet. We exchanged lame jokes and I got the answer of a tough riddle after an hour or so. S.L.O.W. Okay, I'm happy I learnt something today. I hope I pass my Transformation test tomorrow. God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz1QsfO36I/AAAAAAAAAo0/TQzx2-QZxIE/s1600-h/meow2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052182549171724194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz1QsfO36I/AAAAAAAAAo0/TQzx2-QZxIE/s320/meow2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty cat near my area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekends are coming and I cannot wait! 'Cos I think I might be able to head down to Jurong West. Hehe, I miss my dearest Clif! And I miss Aisha and Fathamah. Okay, so I guess I talked enough shit. Shall stop here, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, one last question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE EXAMS ON MY BIRTHDAY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'M SO FUCKING PISSED! I NEED TO CLARIFY WITH MY PARENTS. WHY THEY HAD SEX AT THE WRONG TIME?! Nah, joking. I'm just pissed at the fact that exams always fall on my birthday. K whatever, goodnight people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2881176537818472880?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2881176537818472880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2881176537818472880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2881176537818472880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2881176537818472880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-fit.html' title='Getting Fit.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhz2hsfO37I/AAAAAAAAAo8/oWkDUFF591k/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6721823276120876052</id><published>2007-04-09T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:22.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhobNLNcbVI/AAAAAAAAAnc/E5A_bh80cys/s1600-h/BABY22.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051379845210860882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhobNLNcbVI/AAAAAAAAAnc/E5A_bh80cys/s320/BABY22.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to say 'Thank You' to my husband. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, he's been knocking senses into my head time after time. My head's gonna burst anytime and that's a good thing. He's been showing and teaching (without him knowing) things that I've never thought of. Then I'd go, "I should have..." or "He's right" or "Damn, I'm sucha bitch". &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhogbLNcbbI/AAAAAAAAAoM/2M2xFHmnQdQ/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051385583287168434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhogbLNcbbI/AAAAAAAAAoM/2M2xFHmnQdQ/s320/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want thank Baby for the treat @ Chinatown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I talk to my parents in a no-respect way because I'm too used to them and it's kinda normal for me to go &lt;strong&gt;"HAR-NAH HAR-NAH"&lt;/strong&gt; and you know, stuff like that. It's rude but it has been a habit for me for many years and I cannot seem to get rid of it. Then one day, Baby and I were at the restaurant when my parents called to check my whereabouts. I gave this harsh tone to my parents. They always seem fine with it so I didn't give a damn. Then Baby started telling me things about being nice to parents and stuff like that. You know, respect and responsibility. I felt like he just used a hammer to smash my head. &lt;em&gt;Ding, I got you, Baby.&lt;/em&gt; I will talk to my parents nicely - providing they do the same too. I grew up in an environment - parents that pour vulgarities and all. I'm still young, thus I talk like how my parents do. Honey, don't worry. I will try my best not to act like a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhogArNcbaI/AAAAAAAAAoE/YNn3QQ7WecE/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051385128020635042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhogArNcbaI/AAAAAAAAAoE/YNn3QQ7WecE/s320/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinatown - Something new for us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see Baby being so courteous to other people, like he always gives this very sincere 'Thank You' to anyone if they do something for Baby. He talks in a way so charming, so friendly to anyone (like my friends). It's like I'd ask myself, "Why can't I be like that?". Then I realised, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estelle is Estelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not Clifton and never gonna be one. But right now, I'm learning to be more open to strangers. I promise to get along well with Snow and Theodore (his siblings) and maybe Yee Ling and Corrine. I learnt to be more friendly and open up to people that I just got to know. See how powerful Baby is? Influencing me in a good way, making me more matured - just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhobNbNcbWI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3UvJIBGLCO0/s1600-h/love"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051379849505828194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhobNbNcbWI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3UvJIBGLCO0/s320/love%27s+beautiful+(120).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's older than me by 6 years. Some of you go "WTF" at me and some are quite okay with it. With his experiences in life, he tells me if I made a mistake and I learn from it. Together, we start to learn from each other. My thinking and his. It's very different but somehow, we can talk non-fucking-stop. There was once, I asked him, "Baby, why do I know you so damn well?" and he said, "Because opposites attract. I'm more of a bad-tempered person and you this sweet girl gives in almost everytime. So you see? We can click so well. That's why you know me damn good." Then I stretched my arms wide open, invited him a hug - in MRT train towards my 2nd home - Jurong West. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhobsrNcbZI/AAAAAAAAAn8/k51IH37CE_o/s1600-h/love"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051380386376740242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhobsrNcbZI/AAAAAAAAAn8/k51IH37CE_o/s320/love%27s+beautiful+(64).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His little acts, care and concern towards his siblings. I wonder sometimes, "I've been bad to my friends, sisters and parents, I want to change". He motivates me to study hard for our future, tells me the consequences for not mugging hard. I want to study hard. Baby, I will try and I believe I can do well. So influential, Baby is so damn influential. So now, I will be a better person and I want to be just like Clifton. Now you see the awesome impact being so super in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhobNrNcbXI/AAAAAAAAAns/72K6TrQKz_g/s1600-h/love"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051379853800795506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhobNrNcbXI/AAAAAAAAAns/72K6TrQKz_g/s320/love%27s+beautiful+(116).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clifton is my idol, my husband, my best of best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And no one is ever gonna change the fact. So many things he'd done for me, so many sweet lil text messages he sent to me, so many thoughts exchange I've made with him, so many things we've done together. Memories and everything inside my heart. I will never ever forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love you. The feeling is beyond description. I want to do more to show my love to you. You're amazing, awesome, superb, magnificent, sexy, charming, top of the world and list goes on. Remember, forever and ever, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwqyJljKlgA" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, our all time favourite song - Inside Your Heaven by Carrie Underwood. I'm never gonna stop listening to it and lastly, goodbye people.&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/27858054-6721823276120876052?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6721823276120876052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6721823276120876052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6721823276120876052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6721823276120876052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/warning-lengthy-entry.html' title='The Power Of Love.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhobNLNcbVI/AAAAAAAAAnc/E5A_bh80cys/s72-c/BABY22.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-1390040968866650425</id><published>2007-04-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:24.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day, Deona! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/happy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/happy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because our sweet Deona turned 17 today! She's forever so cute and adorable. She has Wei Lie, all her friends and family members to make her happy. She's one lucky girl. Stay happy always because we all love your smile. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/happy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, he is SO AWESOME! My friends love him, I love him. He's just damn awesome. I met him at Whitesands and he told me he wanted to play a prank on Deona saying that the foolscap paper he just bought was her birthday present - with that damned Popular plastic bag. HAHAHAROFL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhrELNcbPI/AAAAAAAAAms/zxGgFy4kFUE/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050904701568838898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhrELNcbPI/AAAAAAAAAms/zxGgFy4kFUE/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took almost forever to take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhlCbNcbKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/EImWx1se9vc/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050898074434301090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhlCbNcbKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/EImWx1se9vc/s320/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes to snap this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhh-LLNcbRI/AAAAAAAAAm8/aNUTLggqiBo/s1600-h/adj1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050925712548850962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhh-LLNcbRI/AAAAAAAAAm8/aNUTLggqiBo/s320/adj1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them both ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhlCrNcbLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/m-Jc2pXw5Ks/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050898078729268402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhlCrNcbLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/m-Jc2pXw5Ks/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhkTLNcbII/AAAAAAAAAl0/UHIvKgccBYg/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050897262685482114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhkTLNcbII/AAAAAAAAAl0/UHIvKgccBYg/s320/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Slim and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhiQOLNcbUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/oPzFasGO4QQ/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050945555297758530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhiQOLNcbUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/oPzFasGO4QQ/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ass, Deona, Louis and Syl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhhkk7NcbJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/hiD-0lmCVbo/s1600-h/LOLLLLL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050897567628160146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhhkk7NcbJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/hiD-0lmCVbo/s320/LOLLLLL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask. Baby saw me doing that HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhqEbNcbOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/TH22eKLzclI/s1600-h/babyandmemeeeee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050903606352178402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhqEbNcbOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/TH22eKLzclI/s320/babyandmemeeeee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhh-K7NcbQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/kkZfEPPak5c/s1600-h/debasss32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050925708253883650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhh-K7NcbQI/AAAAAAAAAm0/kkZfEPPak5c/s320/debasss32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes to snap this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb and I had a hard time taking a proper photo. I don't know why, but she keeps laughing whenever I talk to her. So you see, it's really a tough task taking a picture with her. There was once, I couldn't control my laughter and my saliva + laughter spitted on her face as she was facing me, straight. Damnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhhi5LNcbHI/AAAAAAAAAls/n_0gqIrDly8/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050895716497255538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rhhi5LNcbHI/AAAAAAAAAls/n_0gqIrDly8/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justina and Asstelle. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhiQNrNcbSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/O_DMx0tkGOk/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050945546707823906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhiQNrNcbSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/O_DMx0tkGOk/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/happy6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subway for night supper is a damn good choice. The meatballs taste so good and I love the cookies. Yeah, big group of us left Deona and the rest. We all wanted to go home. We had too much fun and were getting a little more tired each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talkthewalkandcockthetalk-ed. Everything seemed so nice and then the fucking jibai MRT had to turn Baby and I off. We ran to the train station only to see the uncles shutting the MRT entrance doors, telling us that the last train had left. DAMNFUCKIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tommy,&lt;/strong&gt; "USE CONTRACEPTIVES!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "YA, FUCK YOU LAH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest took bus, Baby and I flagged for a cab to - yes you got that right, Boon Lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/happy7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby and I slept through the journey and got home at last. You fell dead asleep on the floor yesterday in front of that tv box playing "&lt;strong&gt;That's So Raven&lt;/strong&gt;", you looked so cute. And I had to force you to bathe and sleep quick. Ahh, cute. So bloody cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/happy8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Cliffffffffffton! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-1390040968866650425?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1390040968866650425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=1390040968866650425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1390040968866650425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1390040968866650425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-bday-deona-d.html' title='Happy B&apos;day, Deona! :D'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhhrELNcbPI/AAAAAAAAAms/zxGgFy4kFUE/s72-c/DSC00314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-4249149669450595096</id><published>2007-04-05T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:27.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, Exhausted, Sleepy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 8TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY, DARLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we have been together for 8 months and we'll be celebrating never-ending anniversaries together. I am very addicted to him, lyka ecstasy! Clif came looking like a Ah Beng because he didn't style his hair! So we went up Raffles City and searched for the toilets. I went in for 5 minutes to check my hair and Clif was stucked in there making his hair for 15 minutes. VAINPOTTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, he is so bloody cute. We walked to Marina Square to check out the tickets and timing for movies. Baby and I are very indecisive people, we spent 15 minutes thinking of which movie to watch. We caught,&lt;strong&gt; Stomp The Yard&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Columbus Short is hot but Baby disagreed with me. He thinks that he's just like those typical kinda black dude you see on the street. NO! He's so hot, I was moaning in silence while he was stepping in the movie! Joking, I know many of you don't think he's hot but well, I am me. And Baby thinks Marques Housten is NOT HOT. HOW?! HOW CAN IT BE?! He's so damn fineeeee. I'd molest him if I see him on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUn7rNca-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/-LJxhGl2tmA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986463330757602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUn7rNca-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/-LJxhGl2tmA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think he's hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUn77Nca_I/AAAAAAAAAks/azOpdPByK3I/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986467625724914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUn77Nca_I/AAAAAAAAAks/azOpdPByK3I/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is mouth-watering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUTmrNca9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/7gBAYlJx3x8/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049964112320949202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUTmrNca9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/7gBAYlJx3x8/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner after movie and went to a what's-that-restaurant-called for mudpies! Marshmellow mudpies are soooo good. I want to have Frankestein mudpies the next time! Baby Clif is bloody cute, I'm going crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know today was supposed to be a very sweet day and that we wouldn't be sad at the end of the date because we had to go home and all. I couldn't help but to feel that Baby's attention is not all on me. I don't mean, all on me. But you know, girls. Attention. His eyes were wandering around, and those short and kinda awkward conversations. I couldn't take the stupid feeling anymore so I told everything to Baby. It's just weird, you know. I don't know but I felt that his attention wasn't there ya get what I'm sayin'. We had a serious talk and then we apologised to each other. Things got better and we went home with smiles on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, Clif.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S - Forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAJbNca2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/mGBigSAurg0/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049942719088847714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAJbNca2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/mGBigSAurg0/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Sylvia! :D Nice polarioddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAJ7Nca3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/il-EcefYrHo/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049942727678782322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAJ7Nca3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/il-EcefYrHo/s320/DSC00249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kinda obsessed with this face. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halfa daya offa! Released at 1015 oh, to be exact 1035am. Headed to town with Aisha and Fathamah. Hehehe, we were early there! I'd been craving for Long John Silver (lan jiao sai HAHAHAHA) so yes we had it. Grilled fish and rice meal turns me onnnnn. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shopped at Far East, then to Heeren. After shopping, we took a bus to Marina Square. Shopped moremoremore but there weren't a lot of things there so yeah, we slacked at Mc Cafe and I had a apple pie. Yummm. Oh, our legs almost got us killed. Fucking exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAKLNca4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/b-G4xHQnpzg/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049942731973749634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAKLNca4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/b-G4xHQnpzg/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miie lUrb tuh p0uttt. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAKbNca5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/erm6DCDH064/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049942736268716946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAKbNca5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/erm6DCDH064/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her plenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAK7Nca6I/AAAAAAAAAkE/-jnP437rIrU/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049942744858651554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUAK7Nca6I/AAAAAAAAAkE/-jnP437rIrU/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aisha and I. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhULE7Nca7I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1DrNpdp4jzs/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049954736407342002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhULE7Nca7I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1DrNpdp4jzs/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was snapping a photo of lovely Mahmah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhULobNca8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/MU_MWRcp0tY/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049955346292698050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhULobNca8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/MU_MWRcp0tY/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and slacking didn't end here. We sent Fathamah back to Bishan and Aisha and I went to Bugis Street. OUR SHOULDERS AND LEGS WERE KILLING US BUT NO, DIE DIE MUST BUY TOPS TODAY! Shopped around, she got her earrings. Had dinner and gossiped about everyone and anyone. Went back shopping again! Gah, so much of shopping today! Bought 3 tops (at last, finally, phew, thank God) and rushed back home 'cos I am so bloody tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm really very tired. Bye.&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/27858054-4249149669450595096?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4249149669450595096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=4249149669450595096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4249149669450595096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4249149669450595096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired-exhausted-sleepy.html' title='Tired, Exhausted, Sleepy.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RhUn7rNca-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/-LJxhGl2tmA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6686168324426832792</id><published>2007-03-31T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:27.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way You Hugged Me To Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg_HB7zoqJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/4DjqOrsU498/s1600-h/babymybabyhotguccibaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048472543353677970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg_HB7zoqJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/4DjqOrsU498/s320/babymybabyhotguccibaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;Gucci Baby&lt;/strong&gt; came looking totally hot. HOT HOT HOT. He had a haircut yesterday. A new hairdo together with Gucci hot glasses and a pretty Gucci wallet. I swear he's so damn fineeeeeee. I call him my Gucci Baby. Hahahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him at Buona Vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is one funny thing, Gucci Baby and I didn't go to Underwater World! Okay, firstly, my legs were feeling wobbly while we were heading towards the Sentosa bus area. Secondly, I was whining about the dream I had on big, big blue fishes. And lastly, Baby didn't want me to go as he knew I was really afraid. I didn't want to waste money and time, so we walked to Harbour Front Centre instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything, Baby. The Sakae Sushi, Ben &amp; Jerry's and Superdog treats. Your honey lips and escalator hugs. I love the way you shower me with attention everytime. I know you tried your best to make my day happy. I apologise for being too much of an irritant today, getting far too high over my own jokes, making you feeling pissed and irritated. I'm sorry, I know I act lyka baby but you know you gotta tolerate and treasure me. When you fall sick, I'll fall sick too. I shared wet kisses with you already, I'll be joining you in coughing session soon! And you know whatever things happen, I'll always be by your side. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know you love me, forever too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-6686168324426832792?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6686168324426832792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6686168324426832792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6686168324426832792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6686168324426832792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/way-you-hugged-me-to-sleep.html' title='The Way You Hugged Me To Sleep.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg_HB7zoqJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/4DjqOrsU498/s72-c/babymybabyhotguccibaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-5305947032030009372</id><published>2007-03-29T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:31.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is So Dangerous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rgu-p7zopqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kTWGAVjxR5k/s1600-h/whosugly!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047337435036952226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rgu-p7zopqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kTWGAVjxR5k/s320/whosugly!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations, we hate you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that the world is so dangerous? That someone can be your bestfriend for years and the next second, he or she stabs you at the back. You bleed and cry alone, thanking God that he or she is not the only friend. Having another group of stupid, fun and lovable people is a damn good thing 'cos they are just plain awesome. They get rid of all your worries, sorrows and just cover it up with extreme level of cuteness, jokes and et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very sad for hypocritical people. I don't know why, they seem to look more lifeless than people have awesome friends around them. They don't treasure friendships, they spread rumours, they tell lies and go around being fucked by guys with small penises. They are sluts. No, more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's go slaughter sluts, Syl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad earlier in the day, because I was demoralised by a teacher. What he said was so goddamn true, but I felt like a small ant. Small, slow, stupid and senile. Argh, I know I'm stupid but do you have to be so direct? I was almost crying but no, I'm a strong girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my friends made my day after that teacher's lesson. They were so crazy (or was it me) and I felt like peeing then 'cos I was laughing so hard! Dang, Jaime is so hilarious. Adela is cute. Vicki is very adorable. Jingting is HAHAHAHA. Aisha and Fathamah are my wives! Love them, totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This is the 5th time I'm blogging because I've been falling asleep after blooging halfway through. It's freaking Sunday now! But I just set the time for this entry. So yeah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to KFC with Syl, Yi Hao and bumped into Deb and went Thomson Plaza to meet our precious Jem. Ridhwan then came along. Some of us were feeling down, some of us feeling normal. The normal ones had to console the ones who were sad. We can be so honest with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kinda bored, so I took out a piece of paper, drew a pair of eyes and cut it out. Then I pasted them on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-9bzoqFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/QOYSmQhf4Uw/s1600-h/meme2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048252563718711378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-9bzoqFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/QOYSmQhf4Uw/s320/meme2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zomgawdz. So sezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-87zoqEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Jorhxgus1Jk/s1600-h/meeyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048252555128776770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-87zoqEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Jorhxgus1Jk/s320/meeyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bigger eyes, thanks Dr. Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-8LzoqCI/AAAAAAAAAik/qmEqysoJJTk/s1600-h/3ofme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048252542243874850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-8LzoqCI/AAAAAAAAAik/qmEqysoJJTk/s320/3ofme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100% high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-8rzoqDI/AAAAAAAAAis/saOlnu_mbBo/s1600-h/jeme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048252550833809458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-8rzoqDI/AAAAAAAAAis/saOlnu_mbBo/s320/jeme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jem :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7_5rzoqGI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ggiuIdyNbZc/s1600-h/posterizedddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048253598805829730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7_5rzoqGI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ggiuIdyNbZc/s320/posterizedddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jem's glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rgu-qLzoprI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2W00oqeL7-U/s1600-h/whosugly!2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047337439331919538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rgu-qLzoprI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2W00oqeL7-U/s320/whosugly!2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too sexy for love, too sexy for my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg8C1rzoqHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/TC3Hi-AEx78/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048256828621236338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg8C1rzoqHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/TC3Hi-AEx78/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sylvia and the Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm crazy. At least, I made everyone laugh. I decided to walk around Thomson Plaza. Deb wanted to buy a CD and so, Jem and Syl came along. I walked into a shop and said a very loud "Excuse me!" to 2 schoolguys and they were like, "Uhh, sorry." One of the dudes spotted my eyes and he went, "DID YOU SEE THAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, you don't have to tell me, I'm retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-7rzoqBI/AAAAAAAAAic/sGq_aXdoI_o/s1600-h/that"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048252533653940242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rg7-7rzoqBI/AAAAAAAAAic/sGq_aXdoI_o/s320/that%27sme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye!&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/27858054-5305947032030009372?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5305947032030009372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=5305947032030009372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5305947032030009372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5305947032030009372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/world-is-so-dangerous.html' title='The World Is So Dangerous.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rgu-p7zopqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kTWGAVjxR5k/s72-c/whosugly!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6035358831739805490</id><published>2007-03-27T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:31.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3) Estelle Soh (4E2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ZOMFGZXZXZXZ. ESTELLE GOT OWNED TODAY! JANE, YOU SHOULD HAVE CAME TO SCHOOL. MOTHERFUCKKK, &lt;u&gt;MY NAME WAS SCREENED TO EVERY-FUCKING-ONE IN THE HALL AND I SWEAR THE FONT SIZE WAS LIKE 923810317230182 TIMES BIGGER THAN THE NORMAL 12-SIZED TIMES NEW ROMAN.&lt;/u&gt; LIKE NABEH, DO I LOOK LIKE I FUCKING SKIP LESSON?! I DON'T AND FUCK TRUANCY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my explanations sucked. I told them I forgot yesterday was my English remedial slot and I really totally had no idea that there's this fucking remedial. I think the whole school knows my name and my face. Thank you, BPSS for the overwhelming embarassment. Now I'm despised by teachers 'cos every single one of them thinks I'm a bad kid who skips lessons. Ta-dah, thanks again. I REALLY FUCKING DIDN'T KNOW YESTERDAY WAS MY REMEDIAL SLOT, THESE ARE FUCKING NOT EXCUSES. Laugh, everyone. I feel like killing myself and all the teachers who despise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, THANKS MAN. NOW I FUCKING HAVE SATURDAY DETENTION. ARGH. I'M NOT FEELING A WEE BIT GUILTY. Issues with Discipline Master, Vice Principal and blah blah. I hope they forget about this matter as. soon. as. possible. And because of this shit, I got my whole class into trouble. Damn. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgkGHHd9X5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/W8mYzhnt8fk/s1600-h/E+S+T+E+L+L+E+(85).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046571576778907538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgkGHHd9X5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/W8mYzhnt8fk/s320/E+S+T+E+L+L+E+(85).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; Mrs Choi went, &lt;strong&gt;"WHY ARE YOU SO BLUR?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one of the chemistry teachers scratching her vagina today. Our school has only 2 chem teachers. Guess? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-6035358831739805490?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6035358831739805490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6035358831739805490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6035358831739805490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6035358831739805490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/zomfgzxzxzxz.html' title='3) Estelle Soh (4E2)'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgkGHHd9X5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/W8mYzhnt8fk/s72-c/E+S+T+E+L+L+E+(85).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2863140151222382876</id><published>2007-03-25T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:32.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Is Retarded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgZbhXd9XyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XizLPKprvdI/s1600-h/juon!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045821061308702498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgZbhXd9XyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XizLPKprvdI/s320/juon!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so weird right now I feel like killing myself. This damn place is so warm and I'm feeling alone. I'm getting too used to Clif and now it seems like whenever I'm not with him, I feel that a part of my flesh has been cut off. Minute by minute, hour by hour. I feel like I'm getting skinnier cos without Clif, I feel like trash. I need my Clif to feed me with all kinds of healthy nutrients. Right now.&lt;strong&gt; { New entry below, read it. I was sooo happy. }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2863140151222382876?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2863140151222382876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2863140151222382876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2863140151222382876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2863140151222382876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-is-retarded.html' title='School Is Retarded.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgZbhXd9XyI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XizLPKprvdI/s72-c/juon!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-3177442252031860691</id><published>2007-03-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:36.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving You All My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFGXZXZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of the fuckiest dream in my life. I was drinking a cup of water with mucus floating on it. Despite feeling really cheebye disgusted, I sipped in the mucus and spit it back to the cup of drink. AND I saw whales and sharks at some weird country's Underwater World and I was totally freaked out. I dreamt of some other things too but it's too gross. Wayyyy gross. I woke up feeling like dung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, I'm very happy today. Shu Ling came over my place and we bought stuffs at Prime market, then at NTUC J8. Like omfgzx, we were both so tired. Yi Hao and Ridhwan came after we reached home and started to prepare the ingredients for cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dumped everything into the mixing bowl without reading the instructions and we realised the ingredients were supposed to be put in gradually. So, we threw everything into the chute and started anew. I could crack eggs with just one hand, hooray! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYp9Xd9XpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8WKgfRLp28o/s1600-h/lingandiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045766566763650706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYp9Xd9XpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8WKgfRLp28o/s320/lingandiii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I dressed like a freaking beggar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Ling and I started out baking 2 cookies and roflomglol, the supposedly cookies tasted like muffins. It was yummy but it's supposed to be cookies! But it was nice so we were okay with the cookies-muffins. Shu Ling had to leave earlier because she's meeting JX so yeah, she made her cookies and left. We had fun, wished Aisha was here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy bum Yi Hao didn't make any cookies except for the ones with heartshapes and smiley face. He was playing with Ridhwan and I was complaining about how tired I was. His cookie container were filled and lastly, it was my turn! Damn, it was already 5pm plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYrfXd9XtI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_AgpRGgfeKw/s1600-h/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045768250390830802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYrfXd9XtI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_AgpRGgfeKw/s320/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYrfnd9XuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OEIW-RZmexU/s1600-h/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045768254685798114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYrfnd9XuI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OEIW-RZmexU/s320/DSC01419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Shu Ling's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for Baby's call so I could leave the house to meet him. Left the house with Yi Hao and Ridhwan and Dad thought one of them was my boyfriend. Argh. Met Clif and we went to Funan to look at some stuffs. I'm dying for the pink VAIO, God please rain money to me, me, me. We looked at digital cameras and we spotted this hot black lappy (I forgot the brand), it's fucking $8k please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "I want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton,&lt;/strong&gt; "OKAY!" *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "I really want that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton,&lt;/strong&gt; "Baby ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. You know I'm kidding, Baby. As usual, crazy like nutties. Talked non-stop and he listened non-stop. Gave him the cookies-muffins and he tried, he loved it! (Thanks, God, so much). Went back to his place and I said a cheerful "HI!" to Snow! Gosh, that was scary. I always thought that Clif's sister is fierce kind but she's very friendly. And I talked to Theodoreeeee! He's cute, but his brother is cuter. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton,&lt;/strong&gt; "Talk to my brother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "OKAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "HELLO! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theodore,&lt;/strong&gt; ":D HELLO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "Which school are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theodore,&lt;/strong&gt; "Ju... Secondary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "HAR?! Jurong Sec?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theodore,&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh no, it's Ju Ying Sec."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh okayy! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute! And it was quite obvious to him that I don't live in Jurong, LOL. Theo, Baby and I watched Final Destination 2 on Channel 5 and that show wasn't bad but kinda lame. After that, Baby and I were talking on the bed and we were laughing the shit outta our asses. Baby sounded sooooo gay laughing and even Theo was laughing at him. Omigoshx, so fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously couldn't stop laughing at Baby's gay voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYqsHd9XsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/grMkDYSG5hk/s1600-h/wtf+lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045767369922535106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYqsHd9XsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/grMkDYSG5hk/s320/wtf+lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYul3d9XvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_tIj8gbnXcs/s1600-h/omfglol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045771660594863858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYul3d9XvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_tIj8gbnXcs/s320/omfglol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYyLHd9XwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JNA5sOXGvww/s1600-h/DSC01444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045775599079874306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYyLHd9XwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JNA5sOXGvww/s320/DSC01444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYyL3d9XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4vpl6WD3eZQ/s1600-h/DSC01443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045775611964776210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYyL3d9XxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4vpl6WD3eZQ/s320/DSC01443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYqrnd9XqI/AAAAAAAAAco/lxdftcp0mNs/s1600-h/bebei2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045767361332600482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYqrnd9XqI/AAAAAAAAAco/lxdftcp0mNs/s320/bebei2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random:&lt;/strong&gt; Snow is so smart. I wish I can have half of her intelligence. She was surfing the NUS website, I was I could be like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYqr3d9XrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kLEtVTNOfsw/s1600-h/cliptonandmememe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045767365627567794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYqr3d9XrI/AAAAAAAAAcw/kLEtVTNOfsw/s320/cliptonandmememe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train back, the key-siao (nutties) Estelle turned super retarded and as usual, Baby had to calm me down and listen to my crap. I smiled and waved vigorously at the MRT whatever camera and LOLLOL I FORGOT THAT THE PEOPLE WORKING AT THE CONTROL STATION WILL SEE ME IF I GET OUT OF THE CONTROL STATION. Wtf, I'm so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Underwater World with Clif next week! I cannot wait! Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton,&lt;/strong&gt; "Say you love me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "You love me! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton,&lt;/strong&gt; "Say I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "I love you! :D"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-3177442252031860691?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3177442252031860691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=3177442252031860691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3177442252031860691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3177442252031860691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-you-d.html' title='Loving You All My Life.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgYp9Xd9XpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8WKgfRLp28o/s72-c/lingandiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-4662934372173552819</id><published>2007-03-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:39.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Mama, I Fell In Love Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPDZnd9XgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/9z8rjIh83G4/s1600-h/SO2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045090852443872770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPDZnd9XgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/9z8rjIh83G4/s320/SO2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU mean that a good-looking person must date a pretty person too? Does that mean that Ugly Betty doesn't deserve Brad Pitt at all? Why are you calling people UGLY when you don't know them at all?! Even the worst looking people have the nicest personalities and I will admire them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU KNOW by telling the person that he or she is ugly is inflicting serious pain in their mind and soul and they get so conscious about their looks and you people have to fuck their self esteem! AND DON'T YOU BE sarcastic to ME telling me whoever is &lt;em&gt;"handsome"&lt;/em&gt; because i know what you mean and fuck it, do you think I. give. a. shit? :D NO. Everyone is beautiful except for you, fucken anonymoushit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T you get it?! It's the fucking connection that is in between lovers and when they really connect, they talk non-stop and it's like, SO MAGICAL! Being not really good-looking doesn't matter at all because if it's true love, it's fucking awesome! AND LIKE, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHOEVER IS UGLY, HUH HUH HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me attitude is the most fucking important thing in a relationship. Personality and heart, hell yeah. PLEASE - before you insult someone about their looks, take a look at your mirror, reflect on the comments you made and talk to God. If the mirror's cracking, I'm grateful for God's doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby is handsome. Attractive and absolutely charming. He has this magnetic personality and I am so totally in love with him. I was attracted to him like 4 years ago and the the sparks is still sparkling brightly now! Who cares about looks?! So if you think if I'm pretty, I gotta date Mr Zac Efron huh? SO you think if I look Angelina Jolie, I die die must date Brad pitt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really in love (which i doubt so), you will fucking get what I mean. No one likes to be called "ugly" and fuck you for saying that. I bet you have the most serious acne on earth that's why you're dissing everyone so to make yourself better. But I suggest you fucking go wank yourself and don't ever make any 3 year old comments. &lt;strong&gt;I hope you die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPDZnd9XhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wCzeb5Mhc3A/s1600-h/SO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045090852443872786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPDZnd9XhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wCzeb5Mhc3A/s320/SO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fun today and I had the greatest satisfaction. I didn't sleep during lessons at all! Fridays' lessons are so good that it keeps me awake all the time. Free periods are priceless. I get to finish my undone homework and revise my Math. Spending 2 hours with Vicki today was totally fun. She's so adorable! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to AMK Hub with the girls and I couldn't resist but to purchase the lovely heartshapre bracelet. I love Oreo and Chocolate milk together, they blend together so well. Oh, Fathamah got her hair thinned and Aisha was very quiet today. I don't know if it's her shoulders or there's something troubling - but I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPC3nd9XfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jeT8n4wRlRE/s1600-h/4us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045090268328320498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPC3nd9XfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jeT8n4wRlRE/s320/4us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPMaHd9XmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/baN5o2v3g4U/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045100756638457442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPMaHd9XmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/baN5o2v3g4U/s320/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki loves graph work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPMZnd9XlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NxAuats3hyU/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045100748048522834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPMZnd9XlI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NxAuats3hyU/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estelle too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPMZHd9XkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0XhDcLaiN6Q/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045100739458588226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPMZHd9XkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0XhDcLaiN6Q/s320/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPMYnd9XjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/wBjkv4GKbPc/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045100730868653618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPMYnd9XjI/AAAAAAAAAbw/wBjkv4GKbPc/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 girls behind were very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know? I met Baby yesterday! I was like, totally like, so happy LUH (omfg i so hate this word but ooo, i'm so sarcastic :D). I was hyperactive like nutties and I swear I pissed Baby off at least 3 times. And there the most exciting part of our date today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "BABY, CROSS THE ROAD NOW NOW! OMG." *grabs his hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton,&lt;/strong&gt; "WTF. Oh. Eh, wait! AH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle,&lt;/strong&gt; "FASTER CROSS, THE TAXI KNOW WE ARE CROSSING!" *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew we could cross the road okay! The taxi driver knew too and he stopped to let us cross BUT the traffic behind the taxi was heavy like shitz! I was so bloody excited I kept screaming and ta-dah! I pissed Baby off again. LOLROFLLMAO. Yeah, and he went on with his Ah Pek's naggings. &lt;em&gt;"Some things can play, some things cannot ah..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught "&lt;strong&gt;Mr Bean's Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;" and it was good! Freaking hilarious and thumbs up for that. You all should watch it if you're feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;sAdNeSsX lUhz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Clif right now and he's fucking cute. He finally changed his personal message and I swear I laughed out loud. "Estelle, tell me you love me or I'm gonna die" - this sentence was said by a dude in one of the scene in the movie and yeah that's my name. AND LOOK AT BABY'S PERSONAL MESSAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPsDHd9XoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/J35wLdGlFpQ/s1600-h/OMFGOMFGDAMNCUTE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045135545873555074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPsDHd9XoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/J35wLdGlFpQ/s320/OMFGOMFGDAMNCUTE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adorable lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss everyone that is important to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-4662934372173552819?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4662934372173552819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=4662934372173552819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4662934372173552819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4662934372173552819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-mean-that-good-looking-person.html' title='But Mama, I Fell In Love Again.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgPDZnd9XgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/9z8rjIh83G4/s72-c/SO2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-3640024599640240809</id><published>2007-03-21T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:41.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgAciHd9XVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3-wCWd2QFb4/s1600-h/DSC01354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044062955100790098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgAciHd9XVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3-wCWd2QFb4/s320/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what was I doing, I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, there are people asking me if I'm feeling lonely in class. My answer is, &lt;strong&gt;no.&lt;/strong&gt; I cannot stand my class. They are fucking childish. Can you imagine a 16 year old kid playing the fucking Power Ranger tune in the middle of a test? Or talking about Pokemon to the TEACHERS? Blaming teachers for their poor results, telling teachers that it's the teachers' fault because their lessons are SO BORING. No? Can't imagine? Well, spend a day with my classmates. I'm sure you will understand. Gosh, how I hate my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I had KFC with Aisha, Mah, Jack, Aaron and Yoricko. Thank you, Aisha. We went to the library and slacked around, reading some books. I am happy. I took many photos with the girls, I will post it up tomorrow. Well, I left early to meet my sisters and their partners to Vivocity for movie. Talked to Baby on the phone (2nd time out of... a few months) for awhile, he's feeling unwell again. Get well soon Boy 'cos I'm so worried about your asshole, your back and your health. You shitted not 1,2 or 3 but&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times today. Please get well soon. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, Baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie review deleted because of some reasons (will tell you guys next time :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/edited]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-3640024599640240809?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3640024599640240809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=3640024599640240809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3640024599640240809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3640024599640240809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='Edited.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RgAciHd9XVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3-wCWd2QFb4/s72-c/DSC01354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-5184187006541730606</id><published>2007-03-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:45:39.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short, Retarded Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Estelle says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can i bring my boyfriend home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bring la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you Lulu or Candy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're Candy, I'll trust you. Because Lulu is always up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lulu typing) You both are sickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy brought Bryan home when she's 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candy says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wait until that age lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS 1 MORE YEAR TO GO. OMFG OMFG OMFG. YAY I CAN'T WAIT. JUST SEVENTEEN. S-E-V-E-N-T-E-E-N. BABY CAN COME OVER AND LOCK THE ROOM. JUST BABY AND I BOTH. FUCK. I WANNA GROW UP QUICK! :DDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-5184187006541730606?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5184187006541730606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=5184187006541730606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5184187006541730606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5184187006541730606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/short-retarded-post.html' title='A Short, Retarded Post.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-5510483365860403845</id><published>2007-03-19T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:43.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fucking All About You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rf5pAU8oeDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/s3khQqWan0Y/s1600-h/clifilu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043584087045470258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rf5pAU8oeDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/s3khQqWan0Y/s320/clifilu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling exhausted. 50% of energy gone because of school and my eyes are dead tired. I had school, went to the mall with Ling and Sha. Took prints there and I didn't think I looked great, so I'm not gonna post it up. I miss my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; "Baby, you're very tired. I can tell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton:&lt;/strong&gt; "How the hell you know?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; "Baby, I'm your wife :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yeah. Just got home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; "Baby, you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton:&lt;/strong&gt; "Baby, you know me well. You know that I'm not alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; "I don't care about me, but YOU must sleep early."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clifton:&lt;/strong&gt; "But I care about you, Baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rf5pAU8oeCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cYP8joIfzTE/s1600-h/clifilu3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043584087045470242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rf5pAU8oeCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cYP8joIfzTE/s320/clifilu3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with him. He's perfect. Perfect for me. We are going to Underwater World next week and it's something new for me. I cannot wait because this had been planned for months already. He's my Hero and he's gonna protect me from evil-looking fishes. I have something against fishes, they are scary. I am afraid but I just want to take a look at them. My Superman will protect me, I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All my friends know, when I love someone, I give all that I can."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Clifton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, our bond is so strong. It's like, unbreakable. Anyone knows his age? Hehe. I wanna spend my life with him, grow old with him and we will (definitely) hit 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 (and so on...) years anniversary.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clif Baby is a year older than my 2nd sister and 4 years younger than my elder sister. I'm 16 this year and Wendy is 5 years older than me and Candy is 10 years. So can you calculate Baby's age now? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZgZxz1MlOok"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZgZxz1MlOok" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our all-time favourite song. Clif's voice is amazing, I want him to sing to me again and again! Goodbye people, I'm back to the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-5510483365860403845?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5510483365860403845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=5510483365860403845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5510483365860403845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/5510483365860403845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-fucking-all-about-you.html' title='I&apos;m Fucking All About You.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rf5pAU8oeDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/s3khQqWan0Y/s72-c/clifilu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-4612896510221337631</id><published>2007-03-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:06:32.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate School.</title><content type='html'>School is starting tomorrow and it freaks me out (as always). Homeworks I have to worry about and results I need to strive for. Damnn, why are kids feeling so stressed nowadays? It's like, the pressure is on when we are only frigging 16 years old. I know, I know we have to study hard. O levels, to JC or poly then university or work. It's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go to school. I hate school. Why does studying even exist. Who invented Mathematics and worse, Chinese. I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgJ8BZi3vTA" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-4612896510221337631?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4612896510221337631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=4612896510221337631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4612896510221337631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4612896510221337631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-school.html' title='I Hate School.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-4747167326541443393</id><published>2007-03-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:47.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Outing.</title><content type='html'>Spending time with family on Saturday night? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priceless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's a very rare occasion for my family and I to get together and have a proper dinner. My sister is always travelling and the eldest one don't really stay with us. I'm really happy today because family outings are just wonderful. Not only that, it's my beloved Candy 26th's early birthday celebration. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before meeting sisters and Dad, Mum and I went around looking for birthday cake and presents for Chloe (my aunt's baby girl) and cake for Candy. We had lunch at Delifrance and Mum ordered Espresso and she didn't know it's just a freaking small cup of bitter coffee, I warned her before that but she just wanted Espresso. HAHAHA SEE LAH, THE CUP SO BLOODY SMAAAAALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, I got my EZ Link card done. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home with food for my sisters and Lulu. Slacked then changed to go out for dinner. We headed Marina Bay/South/North/West/East/Square (I don't know what's that place called lah) for steamboat and BBQ. Hehehe, awesome dinner. Sister and Mum got a Louis Vuitton bag for Candy. I'm still saving up for a proper gift. I paid for the cake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished 7/8 of the crabs on the plate. Prawns were bloody delicious. Squids and those slices of pork, so good I tell you. HAHAHA, YOU KNOW WHAT. The table beside us caught fire and it was quite a big one. DAMN FUNNY THEY LOOKED SO HELPLESS HAHAHAHA. Okay, shhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfwa708od0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/4xnIXrtVVas/s1600-h/IMG_4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042935297875670850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfwa708od0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/4xnIXrtVVas/s320/IMG_4248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bag cost bloody $800-$900.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfy4zE8oeAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/W2cGb5BG8fE/s1600-h/IMG_4302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043108870389004290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfy4zE8oeAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/W2cGb5BG8fE/s320/IMG_4302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red gorgeous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfwcGk8od1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/MsZryp8TzX8/s1600-h/IMG_4250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042936582070892370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfwcGk8od1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/MsZryp8TzX8/s320/IMG_4250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at how Lu and I stood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfyoi08od_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/wCwqOGz2U_s/s1600-h/IMG_4247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043090999030085618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfyoi08od_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/wCwqOGz2U_s/s320/IMG_4247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*blowwwwws*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfweg08od2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/4QtmJK87Q7w/s1600-h/IMG_4275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042939232065714018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfweg08od2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/4QtmJK87Q7w/s320/IMG_4275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "Soh" Family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfy5jE8oeBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5McJJtJFfiA/s1600-h/IMG_4260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043109695022725138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfy5jE8oeBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5McJJtJFfiA/s320/IMG_4260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfykx08od5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Pwq1jnhdQg8/s1600-h/papamamai3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043086858681612178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfykx08od5I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Pwq1jnhdQg8/s320/papamamai3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids. Wendy and Tiong, Lulu and Candy and I'm the single one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and I decided to bowl. The shoes I wore were just right for me, size 4. I compared my bowling shoes to the rest, so small. HAHAHA. And we changed to high socks and we thought it wasn't that bad looking afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfymA08od9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Abzk4IKyYpQ/s1600-h/IMG_4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043088215891277778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfymA08od9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Abzk4IKyYpQ/s320/IMG_4288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum's, Candy's and mine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfymAU8od8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/igvzZCnporE/s1600-h/papamamai6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043088207301343170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfymAU8od8I/AAAAAAAAAYw/igvzZCnporE/s320/papamamai6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest lady and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfykxk8od3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/v_Ps8G6yV2M/s1600-h/papamamai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043086854386644850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfykxk8od3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/v_Ps8G6yV2M/s320/papamamai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them both! I am aware my dad looks like a frigging malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfykyE8od6I/AAAAAAAAAYg/FmgoYSuu2zE/s1600-h/papamamai4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043086862976579490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfykyE8od6I/AAAAAAAAAYg/FmgoYSuu2zE/s320/papamamai4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses to the Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfykyE8od7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/-NHn3118PUo/s1600-h/papamamai5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043086862976579506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfykyE8od7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/-NHn3118PUo/s320/papamamai5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't laugh at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfykxk8od4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5gWXUMH3MkE/s1600-h/papamamai2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043086854386644866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfykxk8od4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5gWXUMH3MkE/s320/papamamai2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The women of Sohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfymgk8od-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/G5cYqXcc91U/s1600-h/IMG_4283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043088761352124386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfymgk8od-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/G5cYqXcc91U/s320/IMG_4283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bowling scores were higher than my expectations. Not bad manxzxz. Tiong was the highest, I think. We continued bowling till midnight and decided to go home. Damn, my right hand hurts. Got home and feeling weak all over the body. Goodnight people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. We are meeting next saturday and I cannot wait to catch a movie with you and have a proper dinner. Hopefully we are going Marina Square 'cos I miss that place big time. You must be asleep now. Sweet dreams! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy 26th Birthday, Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You're 10 years older than me but we get along just well. I love you, my laughter-damn-sharp-one sister. :) Stay gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-4747167326541443393?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4747167326541443393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=4747167326541443393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4747167326541443393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4747167326541443393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/family-outing.html' title='Family Outing.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfwa708od0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/4xnIXrtVVas/s72-c/IMG_4248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8543636847126808384</id><published>2007-03-17T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:49.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escalator Hugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Aisha, let's go for a haircut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, met this girl for haircut and well, it was alright. I am not really particular about my hairstyle. Err, I mean, I DO. But okay, whatever. Hahahaha. Saw the Campus Superstar thing at Toa Payoh and Aisha (typically) was moaning for Adriano. OOPS. :D Aisha bought her favourtie Honey Lemon for drinks and yeah, I left her to meet the clique!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQ gathering was awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's dig in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE BBQ FOOD, ZOMGXXXX. Damn delicious! Was eating and then Baby called. He was reaching Pasir Ris already and I went out to fetch him. &lt;strong&gt;"Cherlyn saw your la0 g0ng,"&lt;/strong&gt; Aisha text me. HAHA. He bought himself some snacks and went back to BBQ pit. EVERYONE SAID "HELLO!" TO HIM. I love my Baby and friends! :D I swear I talked as if I'm drunk. Deborah had to ask Baby if I had to take medicine. C.r.a.z.y times yeah. I didn't take any photos because my hair was at its worst state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfuo8E8odzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ca_AuGpBkG8/s1600-h/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042809957845071666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfuo8E8odzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ca_AuGpBkG8/s320/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to go home, Honey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both of us were very tired and decided to go home early. Omfg, imagine the train ride from Pasir Ris to Boon Lay. Baby slept in the train and I just stoned on the seat doing nothing at all. After a loooooooooooooong time, we finally arrived at Boon Lay and took this forever-long-long-long-queue bus 242. Got home (my 2nd home LOL) and slept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures, Baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby asked, "Baby, you wanna take pictures?" SO CUTEEE, OMFG. Okay, that was when we were in the bus in the morning, he had to work and I was going home. "SWEETNESS LUH, CUTENESS LUH, YAYNESS LUH". I'm not sacarstic, for your info.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujMk8oduI/AAAAAAAAAXA/afrQ4zVcq9A/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042803644243146466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujMk8oduI/AAAAAAAAAXA/afrQ4zVcq9A/s320/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujM08odvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gmxUUeEFCjE/s1600-h/mybabyandi3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042803648538113778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujM08odvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gmxUUeEFCjE/s320/mybabyandi3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujNE8odxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jPGotXxtRqA/s1600-h/mybabyandi5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042803652833081106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujNE8odxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jPGotXxtRqA/s320/mybabyandi5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujM08odwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XFjMxNMNCxg/s1600-h/mybabyandi4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042803648538113794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujM08odwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XFjMxNMNCxg/s320/mybabyandi4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujNE8odyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rMUcLIKQLJQ/s1600-h/mybabyandi6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042803652833081122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfujNE8odyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rMUcLIKQLJQ/s320/mybabyandi6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lL2jXtk8jd8" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8543636847126808384?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8543636847126808384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8543636847126808384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8543636847126808384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8543636847126808384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/escalator-hugs.html' title='Escalator Hugs.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfuo8E8odzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ca_AuGpBkG8/s72-c/DSC01263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2109436426846030320</id><published>2007-03-16T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:10:22.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before He Cheats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T56vLzS5i5w" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, Carrie Underwood is incredibly sexyyy. I am addicted to this song. Thanks to Baby ah, he told me about this chick. At first, I wasn't interested in American Idols except for Kelly Clarkson. But C.W is totally sexy. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna get a haircut now. Meeting Aisha at Toa Payohahyo! :D Then later, I'm gonna meet Jem and all to buy food for BBQ and marinate chickens! After that, we'll slack then head straight to Pasir Ris. Update tomorrow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2109436426846030320?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2109436426846030320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2109436426846030320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2109436426846030320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2109436426846030320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/before-he-cheats.html' title='Before He Cheats.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7042362459799738752</id><published>2007-03-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:50.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RflQ5k8odlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LFPDLpAIwF8/s1600-h/pohpohsohsoh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042150207918732882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RflQ5k8odlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LFPDLpAIwF8/s320/pohpohsohsoh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy today. I went to town with my beloved sexyyyy Baby! Nah, not my husband. It's my super lesbonic lesbian, &lt;strong&gt;Aisha Poh Poh Soo&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHA. It was an instant decision that we both decided to go out. Supposed to go up bus 162 because Aisha was inside. I ran to the bus stop only to realise the bus driving pass me! So infuriating. I took 54 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; Your bus is just right in front of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aisha:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RflQ508odmI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CfHtoNSj7fo/s1600-h/pohpohsohsoh1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042150212213700194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RflQ508odmI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CfHtoNSj7fo/s320/pohpohsohsoh1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 is so much faster than 162 please. So we met at town and went around looking for Aisha's DREAM-PERFECT-NOT-TOO-BIG-NOT-TOO-SMALL bag. So you see, her expectations are so high. It's really very hard to find a perfect bag for her. We had chicken/pork choppy rice at some ulu place in Far East! Damn yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RflQ6E8odnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ydiXF79fy4E/s1600-h/pohpohsohsoh3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042150216508667506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RflQ6E8odnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ydiXF79fy4E/s320/pohpohsohsoh3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Saw Roger's girlfriend working at what's-that-place. Damn cuteeee! I wanted to talk to her but I was afraid I'd freak her out 'cos I don't even know her. Hahaha. Aisha and I didn't get anything but we really had a fun time. It's like I never stop talking to her and she would just keep listening, especially my AMERICAN SLANG. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cabbed down to Bugis because we didn't know what bus to take. Say "Hello" to Bugis! We were hoping to find her perfect bag but there ain't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"What if your perfect bag drops right in front of you and you pick it up and there's like, 10K inside. You give me 5K and you save the rest."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGXZXZ. Sound damn shiok lahxzx! 5K is really little. Just imagine, if I really have that kinda cash, I would zoom to some electronics store and purchase a pretty pink laptop. I've been dying for the VAIO one but fuckmyboobs (random cursing), I don't have the money and Mum isn't very willing to give me that kinda cash. Dream shattered. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Aisha Soh and Fathamaliciious! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RflbU08odoI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/03G2onC5D_o/s1600-h/estelle_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042161671186445954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RflbU08odoI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/03G2onC5D_o/s320/estelle_.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm craving for chicken choppies together with hot chocolate now. I want to consume a total number of 10 cups of instant noodles because I'm just so fucking in love with them. I wanna eat chocolate, lotsa them. Dark, milky or white, I don't care. I want to have sunny side-up with hotdogs and bacon. OMGXZXZ. &lt;strong&gt;I'M SO FUCKING HUNGRY!&lt;/strong&gt; I wanna have pancakes with strawberries and icing on it just like how Petrovsky did to Carrie Bradshaw. Sigh, I'm a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yess, Baby is coming for tomorrow's BBQ and I'm going home with him after that. OMG, "SWEETNESSS LUH". HAHAHAHA *stares at Aisha* Okay lah, I'm so excited for tomorrow y'all know that. I love Clif and Aisha lotsxzxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good(chee)bye, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1UMIBdle4k" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Marks is so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-7042362459799738752?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7042362459799738752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=7042362459799738752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7042362459799738752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7042362459799738752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-forever.html' title='It&apos;s Been Forever.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RflQ5k8odlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LFPDLpAIwF8/s72-c/pohpohsohsoh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-879614541764380966</id><published>2007-03-15T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:50:59.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Escape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rjq6uoyAh9Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rjq6uoyAh9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song and I wanna escape too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;N is so driving me nuts. I'm telling myself to work hard for the fucking O levels but no, I ain't doing it because procrastinating is my career. There is always something against me, like my another part of my body. It keeps telling me to stop what I'm doing and on that fucking TV. It's like a chant. No matter how much I put in effort in my work, my another part of body works the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There you go, the remote control, on the fucking tv. Look, youtube.com is the best you can find music videos. I think you should buy a PSP or get a new MP3. Damn girl, bring Piggy for a walk. Lie on the bed if you're tired, or maybe just fall asleep. There's NO homework, so no worries. Just sit back and relax, don't do no shit. Call up your friends and go shopping! Do some manipedicure, if you want..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very irritating. I'm doing my coursework now and I don't wanna be distracted. I must complete everything before school starts or I will be in deep shit. I wish I wasn't a secondary 4 kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for Carl's Jr like now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-879614541764380966?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/879614541764380966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=879614541764380966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/879614541764380966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/879614541764380966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/f-is-so-driving-me-nuts.html' title='The Sweet Escape.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6062122732712961306</id><published>2007-03-14T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:50.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfebgU8odfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TGVVUmLN2T0/s1600-h/i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041669287545697778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfebgU8odfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TGVVUmLN2T0/s320/i%27mbackbabies!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooo people! I"m back, I'm back! *waves frantically* I know there are readers out there asking me to blog again. So, what's this called?&lt;strong&gt; I'M BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND!&lt;/strong&gt; Wahaha, kidding. Well actually, I just wanna continue blogging because sometimes, it allows me to express myself. I blog, but not so often. Cheer, everyone cheer! Asstelle.blogspot.com is back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened during the days of my hiatus. I wanted to blog sooo badly but I really didn't have the time to. I lost a friend and in total, I lost 5 friends this year. It's not like they are dead (I hope they are), I LOST THEM - literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/imbackbabies4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time at the library with my good bunch of friends were soo enjoyable. Even the boys bitched about people and stuffs like that. It's like we all could get along so goddamn well. I want more of studying group in the future WITHOUT the guy that got censored above. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfebgk8odgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-KRWGTGW2aQ/s1600-h/i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041669291840665090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rfebgk8odgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-KRWGTGW2aQ/s320/i%27mbackbabies!2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f0rg3t miie n0rtxzx ` ^-^\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR Programme in school were total lame-shit and I am so glad that it's over. This time, I slept after I finished the tests and that's quite an achievement, I didn't sleep DURING the tests. 60% of my holidays gone, but I'm still glad that weekends are gonna be hell fun. Get-together barbeque is drawing near and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may find it disgusting, but shitting and digging nose are hell relieving. I am not lying! Especially when you cough while you shit, your faeces come out 10 times easier. To add on the pleasure, DIG YOUR NOSE if there's shit lah. Okay, this is a bit random but I just thought I could share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11 things I wanna say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so happy for Zhong Wei!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate O Levels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna see my Baby quicccccccck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna grow taller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to eat lesser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to dig nose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to smaller-size my bum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like slapping your titties, you bitch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cup noodles turn me on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am addicted to Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kenneth, where are you? I need songs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pray to God that Baby will be free on Friday so that I can kiss and hug him in front of Yi Hao to make him fucking jealous because his girlfriend is totally not coming to the BBQ get-together. HAHAHA. Joking lahhhh, I will accompany Yi Hao if Baby can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/osHT73lWMD0" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-6062122732712961306?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6062122732712961306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6062122732712961306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6062122732712961306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6062122732712961306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-sexy-hiatus.html' title='Back From Hiatus.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RfebgU8odfI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TGVVUmLN2T0/s72-c/i%27mbackbabies!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-1073809502061112107</id><published>2007-03-05T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RewroOEof2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/3UJmZc55Doo/s1600-h/LAWLLAH.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038450053093031778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RewroOEof2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/3UJmZc55Doo/s320/LAWLLAH.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click for a larger image, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;L-O-L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-1073809502061112107?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1073809502061112107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=1073809502061112107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1073809502061112107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1073809502061112107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/click-for-larger-image-duh.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RewroOEof2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/3UJmZc55Doo/s72-c/LAWLLAH.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6627235703003243020</id><published>2007-03-05T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:51.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RevoFuEof1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/yxGTXruVLkw/s1600-h/fss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038375793108483922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RevoFuEof1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/yxGTXruVLkw/s320/fss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to hate school more and more each day and the feeling sucked. s u c k e d, sucked. hannah and yj are sweethearts man. they asked if i was lonely and they could be my friends if i want to. i just said, "nah, it's fine" and gave them a smile. they are so cute. monday blues, do you have it? i don't. in fact, i love mondays. i don't know why, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to &lt;strong&gt;"kiss me"&lt;/strong&gt; by sixpence none the richer. that song is love man. thanks, kenneth for sending many, many songs! appreciate that. hell yeah, i'm starting to feel the urgency. o levels are coming and i'm so gonna study later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i can't wait for saturday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-6627235703003243020?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6627235703003243020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6627235703003243020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6627235703003243020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6627235703003243020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-starting-to-hate-school-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RevoFuEof1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/yxGTXruVLkw/s72-c/fss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-9143095441131977888</id><published>2007-03-05T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:51:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm at my sister's room and i'm talking to lulu now. did i mention that vaness my petite lady went back home already? gosh, i'm missing her terribly now. the whole house is so quiet without her and now, i have to spend weekends all alone with no one to talk, crap, dance and sing with. van girl, i miss you big time. please come back. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lulu is using her own laptop and she's typing way slower than me. HAHAHA. anyway, i edited a video for her. it's about her sister's son, david. super cute lil boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fG66C5JcwcU" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;damn cute right. okayyyy, i have nothing to do now. i'm gonna sleep with lulu and candy today, in wendy's room. wendy's off to tokyo and she'll be going to korea and U.S next week. i'll miss her. and, i love my baby cliftonehneh. okay, i know this entry is damn random. I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU GUYS NEXT TIME. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss my clifton. can't wait for saturday and it's still a long time man. he promised we'll take many many pictures and yes! he finally received the video i made for him. omg, he's the sweetest guy on earth. i'm going to die of diabetes. SERIOUSLY HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK I THINK I'M MAD. LOL K BYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and nabeh cheebong. how come i can freeze, shiver, cough and almost die in marina square because it's so fucking cold and now lulu and candy are freezing because of the room's air con. I'M NOT FEELING COLD AT ALL. ok ok random thought, i'm going mad now. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-9143095441131977888?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9143095441131977888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=9143095441131977888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/9143095441131977888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/9143095441131977888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/random.html' title='RANDOM.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-1460513215427783088</id><published>2007-03-04T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:08:33.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NrZHynaYWg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NrZHynaYWg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play this song and read this entry at the same time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/OURLOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy 7th months anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much. you're the one that is always with me when i'm feeling way too emotional. telling me to not feel this and that way. you're like hardcore radio listener, always listening to my craps and telling me that i'm cute (LOL). you're always hugging me when we are on the escalator, up or down because you know i love it when you do that. you never fail to give in to me in games and challenges because PRINCESS ALWAYS WINS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always tell me, &lt;strong&gt;"baby, say you love me"&lt;/strong&gt; and i would always reply, "YOU LOVE ME!" and the expression you give me are forever so super cute that it melts my heart. you keep saying that i'm the greatest wife on earth, i don't know that but all i know is you're the greatest husband in this whole fucking universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to buy me hamsters yesterday and i was so touched. we'll wait for the 2 sapphire hamsters okay, baby? you always say you wanna do this and that for me when you have the money to. bring me to marche and to other delicious food places, buy us webcams, bring me to shopping, bring me to sentosa, the zoo and underwater world. i know you're working very hard for your family and i. i truly appreciate that, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 7 months already and i wanna spend infinite anniversaries with you. it's been really wonderful to have a husband like you! last but not least, thank you for all that you've done for me. &lt;strong&gt;i know you love me verrrrrrrrrrrrrrry much, i feel the same too.&lt;/strong&gt; ah i wonder how long the entry would be when we hit 1st year anniversary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-1460513215427783088?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1460513215427783088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=1460513215427783088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1460513215427783088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1460513215427783088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-7th-months-anniversary-baby-i.html' title='It&apos;s Time.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7519964454277723778</id><published>2007-03-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:53.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rebl11efeoI/AAAAAAAAASY/HevDFMigco8/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036965946311277186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rebl11efeoI/AAAAAAAAASY/HevDFMigco8/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is someone's birthday today, i'm not gonna wish her a happy birthday. i know i'm mean but who's worse off? nevermind about that, i'm so over this friendship. anyway, i still hate my class. i think i'm gonna hate it until i leave this goddamn school. those boys are really annoying! and don't tell me you love your class, your BEST FRIENDS, your tweens, your "sisters" whatever in this class. all these are just plain bullshit. what - what? oh, you love your class? sorry, i do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ONLY enjoy geography lessons with alvin, shuling, vicki, aisha and fathamah. there were some changes in humanities classes. yeah, the 4 of them are not in my class, only during geog lesson. anyway, school sucked today. don't ask me why, i don't know too! like i said, i love geography lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rebm4lefeqI/AAAAAAAAASo/DFO_iXtcADw/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036967093067545250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rebm4lefeqI/AAAAAAAAASo/DFO_iXtcADw/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy meiji chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin, vicki and i dropped additional mathematics. so we are totally not related to that trashy subject at all. we are to sit at the back of miss teo's class while the rest are having amaths lesson. so we slacked and i had chocolates, many of them. super yummish! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RebpXVefetI/AAAAAAAAATA/a6N78aTvZrk/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036969820371778258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RebpXVefetI/AAAAAAAAATA/a6N78aTvZrk/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicki is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so that's all about school. i got home and ate. starting to feel really fat at the tummy area. but THAT'S OKAY. i will just have to control my diet. i hope i won't exceed my current weight, which is 50kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReboPleferI/AAAAAAAAASw/X7z5gKJ2mkA/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036968587716164274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReboPleferI/AAAAAAAAASw/X7z5gKJ2mkA/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU PEOPLE BEFORE, RIGHT?! MY LEGS + FEET ARE DAMN SUAY! look, i got cut by something by i-don't-know-what. yuck shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReboQFefesI/AAAAAAAAAS4/N04k3-RyAqU/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036968596306098882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReboQFefesI/AAAAAAAAAS4/N04k3-RyAqU/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cut was bleeding profusely. i kinda like that feeling and the blood is still flowing out now. which is nice. err yeah, nice. i told my mum about it and she didn't give a fuck! i feel so bloody sad. she's always like that, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RebpXlefeuI/AAAAAAAAATI/ngvv-9xGblw/s1600-h/iwml.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036969824666745570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RebpXlefeuI/AAAAAAAAATI/ngvv-9xGblw/s320/iwml.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: &lt;strong&gt;i want more &lt;s&gt;chocolates&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/bbilusmmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot tell you how much i love you because it's beyond words. too much, baby, too much. i love you and don't worry, i ain't giving up on you. you're setting your life back on track, i give you my undying support. forever and ever, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweetheart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-7519964454277723778?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7519964454277723778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=7519964454277723778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7519964454277723778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/7519964454277723778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-sucks.html' title='School Sucks.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rebl11efeoI/AAAAAAAAASY/HevDFMigco8/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-1517424504384728269</id><published>2007-02-28T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:54.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Study.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReVliFefemI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sF9lqT8v88o/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036543394543794786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReVliFefemI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sF9lqT8v88o/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna study hard! and get out of this school quick so that i won't have to face my class. that's right! i DO NOT like my class at all. the people are so goddamn noisy and it irritates me so often that i get a moody, all the fucking time. i'm trying not to let them distract me but the ratio of quiet people to noisy ones are&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 5 : 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. rough estimation, but no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, still alright. i like some of the girls. as for the boys, ridhwan and yihao are my only good friends. i know i'm so goddamn pathetic but who. gives. a. poop! i do not like the boys in my class. they talk a lot, which yes, annoys me so much. their squeaky monkey voices irk me, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know i'm a complain queen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what, they are having class gathering at some weird bbq pit? no way am i going man. i'm not anti-social, i just don't feel like going. i don't know but i think this whole thing is getting weird for me. it's, for the first time, i dislike my own class so much. oh well. call me a bitch for that, i don't care. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReVlh1efelI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nA5YPdIAeis/s1600-h/yourstruly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036543390248827474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReVlh1efelI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nA5YPdIAeis/s320/yourstruly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting baby on saturday and i'm getting excited now. did i mention that i slept over at baby's place last saturday? his mommy saw me lying on his bed and i wasn't asleep at all! i pretend to shut my eyes and stayed still. like omfg, that WAS scary. i forgot to snap photos but i did something hilariously sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReVrjVefenI/AAAAAAAAASE/w016xFCIOek/s1600-h/ususus!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036550013088397938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReVrjVefenI/AAAAAAAAASE/w016xFCIOek/s320/ususus!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. i don't know why, baby looked damn squishily cute! shut up, shut up. don't laugh at him. okay, i have to admit i still find it hilarious. too goddamn cute! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; i love you, clif! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodybye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-1517424504384728269?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1517424504384728269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=1517424504384728269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1517424504384728269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1517424504384728269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-to-study.html' title='I Want To Study.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReVliFefemI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sF9lqT8v88o/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-7798812139909992235</id><published>2007-02-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:59.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, Tommy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQOk1efeiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1k5ixqCZpH4/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036166309300107810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQOk1efeiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1k5ixqCZpH4/s320/DSC00998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMY GOH ZE QUAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like what my message says, stop having flings and enjoy your life. the juniors love you. but i have to admit that you are really very irritating sometimes! anyhows, do join us for the clique outings more often okay. much love! :D oh yes, when are you gonna quit dragonboat. HAHAA, joking. have fun in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;birthday dinner at villa'ge was a boring one. my people and some of tommy's friends couldn't click so i was kinda quiet there. but rosti and sausage was damn good i have to admit. thank you, sylvia for the calamari. and jem for the chops gravy. oh, i'll try to save up as much money as possible asap.&lt;strong&gt; sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before that, we went for present hunt around town. they couldn't decide what to purchase and all i could do was to give them ideas because yea, i lost my wallet. couldn't chip in at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQOkVefehI/AAAAAAAAAQw/z9ObBNW2xnE/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036166300710173202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQOkVefehI/AAAAAAAAAQw/z9ObBNW2xnE/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;louis loves my bag. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that's about it? oh, saw lor-ger at cine. i saw him previously at far east quite some time ago. hehee. he is so tall, i talked to him with my face looking up at him. HAHAA. he caught me with school uniform. it was embarassing for me 'cos i don't know why! &lt;strong&gt;hello roger! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQOlFefejI/AAAAAAAAARA/KZpFS_2xTXY/s1600-h/DHWANNNN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036166313595075122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQOlFefejI/AAAAAAAAARA/KZpFS_2xTXY/s320/DHWANNNN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dhwan and i on the bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQLYlefecI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_KQgvykgGao/s1600-h/ahlouisand+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036162800311826882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQLYlefecI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_KQgvykgGao/s320/ahlouisand+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;louis and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQLZFefefI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3cr_ex6TfDQ/s1600-h/tlbbbb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036162808901761522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQLZFefefI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3cr_ex6TfDQ/s320/tlbbbb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said he looked like drug addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQLZFefegI/AAAAAAAAAQo/356dwFwmfr4/s1600-h/ahsylviaand+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036162808901761538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQLZFefegI/AAAAAAAAAQo/356dwFwmfr4/s320/ahsylviaand+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sylvia babe and meeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah well, i had fun today. just that recently i get tired very easily. i don't know why and i hate the feeling. homeworks are piling up like so many stacks on my desk already. thank god, i finished it all. okay okay, i know i copied homework at school sometimes. shh, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQPDlefekI/AAAAAAAAARI/5BeFyHV6yNM/s1600-h/stripeparty2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036166837581085250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/ReQPDlefekI/AAAAAAAAARI/5BeFyHV6yNM/s320/stripeparty2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesyesyes! stripe-shirts party is coming! i'm so excited. it's not exactly a wow-omg-awesome party you think. it's just a gathering for The Clique members and like yeah, i planned this. gonna have either steamboat or buffet. hehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND it is strictly for The Clique members, remember that. don't turn up at my place saying you know us or whatever. i will pour poops on you ah, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODBYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-7798812139909992235?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7798812139909992235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8678953624908295981</id><published>2007-02-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:59.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clique &lt;3</title><content type='html'>deborah + estelle + sylvia + lydia +&lt;br /&gt;yeeju + jeremy + louis + wenbin + weeliang =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shit lotsa fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we caught &lt;u&gt;just follow law&lt;/u&gt; and it was fucking great. i swear deb and i were really crazy. it's weird how we can get along so well but then again, i love it when she's around. i can always make her laugh and when she laughs, i do the same and sometimes even louder. had a great time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parapara dance + gays + rockers-wannabe =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shit lotsa vomit from audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't snap any photos today as i was busy laughing the shit out of my ass. my throat was feeling so dry because i spoke too much of crap. in addition, the yummy-salty pop corns were killing my throat too. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd8ztG50IWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6JkgTXH5Nrw/s1600-h/th_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034799758463738210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd8ztG50IWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6JkgTXH5Nrw/s320/th_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting clif tomorrow. i am very, very fucking happy because we have not seen each other for 10 fucking days already. that kills, literally. i cannot wait for time to pass and i just wish his beside me now. i have endless sorrows and i will type it all down in this online diary. one fine day. goodbye cheebyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, clif :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8678953624908295981?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8678953624908295981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8678953624908295981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8678953624908295981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8678953624908295981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/clique-3.html' title='The Clique &lt;3'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd8ztG50IWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/6JkgTXH5Nrw/s72-c/th_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-450247375265884453</id><published>2007-02-23T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:47:59.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd6YJ250IUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/upnWNdwgdS8/s1600-h/hello.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034628728571044162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd6YJ250IUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/upnWNdwgdS8/s320/hello.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of unhappy thoughts bottled up in heart. it's just that i have to go out with the cliquers later and i guess i don't have the time to type any thing more. so yeah, might be updating at night. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd6YJ250IVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/27Lx7CcsedY/s1600-h/hearts!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034628728571044178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd6YJ250IVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/27Lx7CcsedY/s320/hearts!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-450247375265884453?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/450247375265884453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=450247375265884453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/450247375265884453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/450247375265884453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-lot-of-unhappy-thoughts-bottled.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd6YJ250IUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/upnWNdwgdS8/s72-c/hello.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8909074209657368513</id><published>2007-02-19T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:48:09.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO ALL YOU FUCKERS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an occasion for collection of red packets. happy times for family to gather around, enjoying new year snacks and interesting conversation. so super fun please. tho i didn't really had a nice day 1 morning. cny eve, day 2 and 3 weren't so bad. infact, i had shit lotsa fun! :D and i just uploaded many pictures. i looked like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Jum50H5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iPqVpKMw9dA/s1600-h/cny2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034331392280108946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Jum50H5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iPqVpKMw9dA/s320/cny2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2MHG50ICI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AeIwI4DvYtk/s1600-h/crazyfuntimes3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034334012210159650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2MHG50ICI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AeIwI4DvYtk/s320/crazyfuntimes3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2JuW50H4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/jJCmDHEsNto/s1600-h/cny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034331387985141634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2JuW50H4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/jJCmDHEsNto/s320/cny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2KjG50IAI/AAAAAAAAALA/YKfs21ia0Fg/s1600-h/crazyfuntimes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034332294223241218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2KjG50IAI/AAAAAAAAALA/YKfs21ia0Fg/s320/crazyfuntimes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2W6m50IQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FmFzD9WVwWg/s1600-h/ghost.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034345892089700610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2W6m50IQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/FmFzD9WVwWg/s320/ghost.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i looked super slack in that green top and jeanshorts. it was chinese new year eve and i didn't think it was necessary for a glam dess-up on that day! eve, day 1 and 2 with family. i tell you i'm growing fatter and later, obese man. i've been munching on snacks and eating non-stop. i really have to stop EATING! &lt;strong&gt;such a bloody sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034338560580526274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2QP250IMI/AAAAAAAAANw/y8VWLXgeahg/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambling! this is super fun, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2QQG50INI/AAAAAAAAAN4/T_WAK6MbEYY/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034338564875493586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2QQG50INI/AAAAAAAAAN4/T_WAK6MbEYY/s320/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some music entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2ND250IHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6mdk3MwlzqI/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034335055887212658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2ND250IHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6mdk3MwlzqI/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2VK250IOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cFOBQKarMSs/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034343972239319266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2VK250IOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cFOBQKarMSs/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY EYES I TELL YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I WANNA THANK MY PARENTS FOR GIVING ME SUCHA PAIR OF NICE, BIG EYES BUT FUCK, I HAD TO RUIN IT BY NOT HAVING PROPER SLEEP AND SOMETIMES, NO SLEEP AT ALL. BUT WHATEVER, I STILL THINK MY EYES ARE DAMN NICE. LOLLOL. SORRY, I'M FEELING PROUD. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2KjW50IBI/AAAAAAAAALI/DD74vmMvESk/s1600-h/crazyfuntimes2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034332298518208530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2KjW50IBI/AAAAAAAAALI/DD74vmMvESk/s320/crazyfuntimes2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ness and i. love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3 or 4, i can't remember. met up with my lovely quirky friends. hehe. we had hell lotsa fun! i love deborah, she's damn hilarious. and syl, it's okay. falling down in the middle of orchard road ain't really a bad thang. cos i've experienced it before like OMGXZXZ. &lt;strong&gt;"my sis prayed to the sunlight"&lt;/strong&gt; - stares at sylvia! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Ki250H-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/xrPqmAFQViU/s1600-h/cny7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034332289928273890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Ki250H-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/xrPqmAFQViU/s320/cny7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2MHW50IDI/AAAAAAAAALY/q_WrNZihmz4/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034334016505126962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2MHW50IDI/AAAAAAAAALY/q_WrNZihmz4/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool lah, louis :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2VLW50IPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Tu-ODk2nm5o/s1600-h/DSC00842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034343980829253874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2VLW50IPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Tu-ODk2nm5o/s320/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;model louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Ju250H7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HGnUdIsIcQ8/s1600-h/cny4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034331396575076274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Ju250H7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/HGnUdIsIcQ8/s320/cny4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi gab, you looked tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2MH250IEI/AAAAAAAAALg/TXskHaE9y0E/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034334025095061570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2MH250IEI/AAAAAAAAALg/TXskHaE9y0E/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zacheary! cuteness + hotness! that is gab's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Ki250H9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/zlRonclWHL0/s1600-h/cny6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034332289928273874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Ki250H9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/zlRonclWHL0/s320/cny6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographer? estelle. model? gabriel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Jum50H6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YST5hcwbZo0/s1600-h/cny3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034331392280108962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Jum50H6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YST5hcwbZo0/s320/cny3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah loo ah, ah loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Ju250H8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/P05ypvQUmSQ/s1600-h/cny5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034331396575076290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Ju250H8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/P05ypvQUmSQ/s320/cny5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs loo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2MIG50IFI/AAAAAAAAALo/5U8CM9bzcCs/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034334029390028882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2MIG50IFI/AAAAAAAAALo/5U8CM9bzcCs/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at louis's place. this is.. russ. cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we went to several houses and collected ang baoxzxz! omgad. i'm feeling so happy now. chinese new year have never been this fun before. joy, laughter and sacarstic jokes. shit man, must hang out more! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2KjG50H_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/WpINnloi3ls/s1600-h/cny8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034332294223241202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2KjG50H_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/WpINnloi3ls/s320/cny8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;epic movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it was retarded, a little funny and overall, sucked like shit. spent 15 minutes of the movie cleaning up the nachos that leaked on my skirt. i could feel the cheese on my big fat thighs kay! poor deborah had to stop herself from puking 'cos she hates cheese, BIG TIME. cheebye, my favourite batman top is a little ruined now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2NEG50III/AAAAAAAAAMA/rWYZdOcTtIw/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034335060182179970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2NEG50III/AAAAAAAAAMA/rWYZdOcTtIw/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i wore gab's jacket to cover up the yelloooow stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2NEW50IJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tdu54di5B5Y/s1600-h/DSC00724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034335064477147282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2NEW50IJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tdu54di5B5Y/s320/DSC00724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo, i like this. i looked so cutexzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2W6250IRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TRhXoeSQKI8/s1600-h/wahnotheavy!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034345896384667922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2W6250IRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TRhXoeSQKI8/s320/wahnotheavy!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not heavy. not fat. UNLIKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2NE250IKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KCZWzeL3OIg/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034335073067081890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2NE250IKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KCZWzeL3OIg/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAB, THANKS AH. your jacket. i bet it smells like cheese now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2NFG50ILI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y9s7qY2Sp04/s1600-h/DSC00721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034335077362049202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2NFG50ILI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y9s7qY2Sp04/s320/DSC00721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like we were bitching hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ogay! ending this entry because i spent 4 hours trying to upload the pictures while watching television. anyway! happy chinese new year to all again, have fun collecting money because i'm having fun now too! okay, rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss baby and i'm only gonna see him this saturday. which means 10 days after valentine's day. oh well, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8909074209657368513?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8909074209657368513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8909074209657368513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8909074209657368513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8909074209657368513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-to-all-you.html' title='Best Fun.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rd2Jum50H5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iPqVpKMw9dA/s72-c/cny2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-3921484740870526331</id><published>2007-02-17T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:48:10.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairpee Lunar Cheena Niu Ear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdaefG50HlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4o_qc2iHzkQ/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdaefG50HlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4o_qc2iHzkQ/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032383890899344978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is super cool, aye. he drew all these for chinese new year and i swear he's damn good at it. and look at his tattoo. i went up to him and asked if i could have a dragon on my arms. like duhhhh, he said, "no, it's painful." i don't believe him. okay, it's final. i'll have one on my right leg. a dragon or something. HAHAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdaefW50HmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/galkYUzdFWU/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdaefW50HmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/galkYUzdFWU/s320/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032383895194312290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'll update next time. i'm not feeling very good right now. stucked at home and realised that i can only see baby during mid chinese new year. that's like, how long!? okay, bye. update at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-3921484740870526331?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3921484740870526331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=3921484740870526331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3921484740870526331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/3921484740870526331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/hairpee-lunar-cheena-niu-ear.html' title='Hairpee Lunar Cheena Niu Ear.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdaefG50HlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4o_qc2iHzkQ/s72-c/DSC00750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-2393706781921107190</id><published>2007-02-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:48:10.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdXQpW50HkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dIEQTbjsPFA/s1600-h/fakeshit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032157567597682242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdXQpW50HkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dIEQTbjsPFA/s320/fakeshit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdXQKm50HjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jMvLajo8HNs/s1600-h/fakeshit.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are a fake marj, you hurt me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i won't tell him about this because i know it's gonna hurt so fucking badly. you better watch what you typed in my tagboard. or esle i'll fuck you upside down and inside out. don't believe? well, try me. i'll do a great job. and please don't force me to hunt down your home address by noting down your i.p add. you're an ugly fuck with eyes like nipples, legs like bigmomma's. you have a huge tummy that is able to shelter the whole world and i bet your breath stinks like fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet your I.Q level is as low as my door step and if you're a dude, i bet your dick is as small as a needle head. and if you're a female, i hope your pussy rot. you kaninabehchaocheebye. fuck you and your family. i don't care if saying this is a sin. you pissed me off, big time. i'm awaiting to see your shallow replies in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you dead after my last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;put your name if you dare, i make sure i give you hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; marj&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it ain't you, it's just some other retarded anonymous freak. i know you well enough and you're so sweet. you will never do that. so have no worries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; wendy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sister. thanks for helping me while you're at paris. thank you for the choco crepes that are arriving on sunday morning with you. thank you for the tags. ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; shuling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you my darling sweetheart :) thanks for helping me in this kinda situation. you care a lot about me, i appreciate it many many. i love you, girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; sylvia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, clifton is a damn nice guy right. hehe. thank you, girl! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; seanie cousin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you rock, cousin. thank you so much. woah, you fierce like me huh. this kinda people really do exist in the world. so crude, so mean. yes, i will need your help next time to broadcast their ugly faces on channel 8! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; cherlyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. fat is alright. but ugly? oh well, thank you many. criticism, what can i say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, my lovables. you guys made me feel so much better. my dear friends, cousin and my beloved sister. goodbye &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-2393706781921107190?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2393706781921107190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=2393706781921107190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2393706781921107190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/2393706781921107190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-fake-marj-you-hurt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdXQpW50HkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dIEQTbjsPFA/s72-c/fakeshit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-6058128285564995273</id><published>2007-02-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:48:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQfyW50HdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5xkakz_w3kc/s1600-h/youmakemehigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031681633681677778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQfyW50HdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5xkakz_w3kc/s320/youmakemehigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy valentine's day, a-holes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lovely day! but fuck, we still had to go school. school was alright. some teachers were pms-ing and i think it must have been their shitz-i-don't-have-a-date moodswings. SERIOUSLY! they picked on students on this lovely day. damn obvious. it's either breakup, divorce or dateless or just plain moodswings. okay, i'm crapping. female teachers have pms everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lovely sylvia girl gave aisha and i geberas (okay, i admit that look like sunflower. i don't know what's that called. i took that word from sylvia's blog. HAHAAAA such a loser). damn sweet right. made me smile the whole day. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQfyG50HbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iisukGWn2uk/s1600-h/flowers!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031681629386710450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQfyG50HbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iisukGWn2uk/s320/flowers!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, i'm starting to feel like a photographer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the girls after school! i was so happy 'cos we planned to take prints. wanted to watch movie but nah, i need the money for something esle first. sorry, girls. the prints turned out really nice. heh. &lt;strong&gt;i love my aisha and fathamah! and i miss shuling :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQmpW50HeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zn3RpCrMTnQ/s1600-h/neosxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031689175644249570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQmpW50HeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zn3RpCrMTnQ/s320/neosxz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQnKG50HgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/va3Lv8LdDpM/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031689738284965378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQnKG50HgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/va3Lv8LdDpM/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left after awhile 'cos i wanted to go home and dress up. duhhhh right, i'm meeting baby! of course every girls want to feel pretty on this day. that's why i left earlier to make sure i look nice. rushed home and took out my new black top! &lt;s&gt;damn sexy manxz.&lt;/s&gt; HAHAHA. i matched the top with my jeanshorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, wendy for lending me the black necklace. i couldn't wear heels! i just burst my blister and it's hurting so yeah. i wore nice slippers out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby and his friend followed us because he was going to marina square too. looked at the movie time slots, fine the epic movie but we wanted to watch the ghost rider. was selling fast and the time slot wasn't nice so yeah we didn't catch any. went for a walk instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQngG50HiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5KXiiEHHRFY/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031690116242087458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQngG50HiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5KXiiEHHRFY/s320/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feast at makansutra! omg lah. i love the oyster fried eggies! i was super hungry, baby too! we ate a lot and the food was good. i wanna go there again. i want to have stingrays, clams, chicken wings and more. i know i'm a glutton, i think i'm forever gonna be one. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we went for a walk. sweet, sweet one. we had so much fun talking! about anything and everything. i swear i was a crazy fuck man. i laughed like shit and baby thought i was mad. teehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You make me feel like a natural woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woman... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When my soul was in the lost and found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You came along to claim it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't know what was wrong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'til your kiss helped me name it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQnf250HhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ngScsf-bL7w/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031690111947120146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQnf250HhI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ngScsf-bL7w/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we went to macs and rest then to millenia walk. i went bonkers again. we played together and teehehe. f-u-n! :DDD it was getting late, we strolled to cityhall mrt. baby's getting tired and i could tell from his eyes. i know you too well huh baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQfxm50HaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/35MtLSFSpD8/s1600-h/babyiluuuuu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031681620796775842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQfxm50HaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/35MtLSFSpD8/s320/babyiluuuuu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he know me damn well too man. he knew i was tired and i fell asleep 3 seconds later. HAHAAA damn retarded. we had a short talk. yeah, we know each other very well. it's like, i-know-what-you're-gonna-do-next kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQfyG50HcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/L7taLjHWHPg/s1600-h/babyandi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031681629386710466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQfyG50HcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/L7taLjHWHPg/s320/babyandi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you made this year's valentine's day so wonderful. will love you all my life and celebrate every valentine's day with you! this day is not just about exchanging gifts. it's about our love and more sugar adding into it every single day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby, i love you - forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my babypigteddyfattybear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-6058128285564995273?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6058128285564995273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=6058128285564995273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6058128285564995273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/6058128285564995273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-holes-what-lovely.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdQfyW50HdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5xkakz_w3kc/s72-c/youmakemehigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-4646021205449096551</id><published>2007-02-12T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:48:14.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me back my Sunny Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdCC4m50HVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zAl57m4bslA/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030664692800167250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdCC4m50HVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zAl57m4bslA/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely justin and i. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say for today's post. because baby's gift is ruined, today is a boring day and i think my blood is flowing out anytime soon. fuck fuck fuck shit. but jeremy's treating me oreo mc flurry tomorrow so i ought to be a little happy. yay. k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdCC4250HWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xL4rjhYJrYk/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030664697095134562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdCC4250HWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xL4rjhYJrYk/s320/DSC00542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twist girl twist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you heard about me and my girls' toilet obsession aye? don't be suprised by these 3 pictures. okay i really have no mood to blog. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdCC5W50HZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/umUZ9he4xb4/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030664705685069202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RdCC4m50HVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zAl57m4bslA/s72-c/DSC00541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-1504639848844448458</id><published>2007-02-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:48:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping, Mahjong and Craziness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hello motherfuckers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a happy girl, once again. because of thic chick van, i'm always happy. i don't want her to go home. she's my happy pill, just like baby. she's so important to me (okay maybe not, baby's wayyyy important). i wish she don't have to go back hougang. but anyway, my point is, we went over to grandma's to have early reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, both of us met up with jem. collected those ten years series and books like finally. we had ice-cream, yumyum! talked about the Os results. some unexpected people failed and some didn't do very well. talked and all, we left for grandma's place. having nothing to do in the bus, van girl and i cracked jokes and laughed like shit. we cam-slutted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8hGW50HPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HAilDbwdtjA/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030275701907135730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8hGW50HPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HAilDbwdtjA/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8iiG50HRI/AAAAAAAAADM/4FBfRLnpwrw/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030277278160133394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8iiG50HRI/AAAAAAAAADM/4FBfRLnpwrw/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8e7G50HJI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q9IqjV0tKWk/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030273309610351762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8e7G50HJI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q9IqjV0tKWk/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8ih250HQI/AAAAAAAAADE/M3u7Y-N0r2s/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030277273865166082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8ih250HQI/AAAAAAAAADE/M3u7Y-N0r2s/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8e7W50HKI/AAAAAAAAACU/NG0yabV-r9I/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030273313905319074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8e7W50HKI/AAAAAAAAACU/NG0yabV-r9I/s320/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8e8G50HMI/AAAAAAAAACk/m8OD3CIfU6k/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030273326790220994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8e8G50HMI/AAAAAAAAACk/m8OD3CIfU6k/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was good. everyone were enjoying themselves and we chatted and all. i didn't eat a lot, i don't wanna grow any fatter. rofl. the place was goddamn crowded manxz, aunties here and there. dogs and the fat lovely grandmama. &lt;strong&gt;ohh i love this place so damn much. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8gh250HOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ul1oqn3OEjE/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030275074841910498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8gh250HOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ul1oqn3OEjE/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was night already. my dad got drunk and he started spouting nonsense that made us laughed like shit. his whole face was frigging red and then he started shouting funny jokes. and here's a classic one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"do you know why a human cannot eat until so healthy? because when you grow old, you will still be healthy and people around you all die already, leaving you like a loner. so sad."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then put a cashew nut into one of his nostrils, took it out and then threw it on the floor. and guess what, he picked it up and ate it! van girl, candy and i were screaming like shit 'cos we all got shocked. he's a mad man. my daddy lovely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8fnG50HNI/AAAAAAAAACs/O2lZZPq-KzM/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030274065524595922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8fnG50HNI/AAAAAAAAACs/O2lZZPq-KzM/s320/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong with cousins was good. i forgot to "pong" thrice and i didn't win any of the games. shitz, i'm so dumb please. i could have won twice! but it was okay, we didn't play with money, we just played for fun. my aunts wanted to vomit blood because i was so effing dumb. thanks ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some so-not-artistic shots:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8kQW50HTI/AAAAAAAAADc/8BVKeqoRRow/s1600-h/crazybiatch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030279172240710962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8kQW50HTI/AAAAAAAAADc/8BVKeqoRRow/s320/crazybiatch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8kQG50HSI/AAAAAAAAADU/Tr3yWJTxQEE/s1600-h/crazybiatch2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030279167945743650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8kQG50HSI/AAAAAAAAADU/Tr3yWJTxQEE/s320/crazybiatch2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home and ta-dah i'm blogging now. so to end this post, i decided to show you people 2 pictures. the first one is retarded and the second one? i find it gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8nFG50HUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LdA_rB_VXr0/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030282277502065986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8nFG50HUI/AAAAAAAAADk/LdA_rB_VXr0/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't stop talking trash even while he's driving. he could still drive you know, 'cos he is a pro and he's my ultimate superdad. crazy, just like me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8e6m50HII/AAAAAAAAACE/648kjtv0ip8/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030273301020417154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8e6m50HII/AAAAAAAAACE/648kjtv0ip8/s320/DSC00438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you my feet damn suay already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-1504639848844448458?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1504639848844448458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=1504639848844448458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1504639848844448458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/1504639848844448458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-motherfuckers.html' title='Shopping, Mahjong and Craziness.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc8hGW50HPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/HAilDbwdtjA/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-8014207785121593563</id><published>2007-02-11T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:48:18.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugis + Far East = Hardcore Shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYG50HDI/AAAAAAAAABI/gQgGfiR2IiY/s1600-h/mompretty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029979138710314034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYG50HDI/AAAAAAAAABI/gQgGfiR2IiY/s320/mompretty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm a happy girl today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for extreme shopping with van cousin and mom. decided to go bugis and look for my shorts and heels. wore my new shirt out today. well, i forgot to snap a pic of it. anyway, the human traffic was fuckshit. damn crowded and i just felt like stabbing and pushing anyone that's blocking my way. so bloody irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i didn't get any shorts. i've grown fatter and i need to slim down to look nicer. walked and shopped around. mom didn't get anything and vaness bought quite a few stuffs. mom had to go off for work so she gave me 50 bucks to shop. holyyyy, &lt;strong&gt;i love my mom&lt;/strong&gt;! okay, not because she gave me money. she loves me a lot, that's why :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van and i continued to shop around bugis. bought a pair of heels and wore it immediately. yay. van spent time looking around for her cheena new year clothes 'cos she hadn't bought any. okay, she spent a lot today and her hands were busy with the shopping bags. rofl. i had goreng pisang! damn niceeee and oh, claypot rice. omfuck. damn delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYW50HEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uBZ9wU0OurE/s1600-h/bugies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029979143005281346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYW50HEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uBZ9wU0OurE/s320/bugies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@bugis, this is not the heels. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took train down to orchard and saw 2 pairs of gays. which means 4 gays in a group. like omfg, the way they talked - i laughed out loud immediately. you know, they gave the like-omggg-i-wanna-pang-sai face and those gu niang (lady-like) hand gestures. pukes. and this morning, i just heard a guy saying "DUHHHHHHH" in a loud, gay tone. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to far east and talked to chikopek. and then went to lips. fuck fuck fuck, i was disappointed because i have to change the colour of the shirt design before it's too late. ccbtmdknn. sigh. never mind, shopped around. left the place and saw 2 dudes holding to many many roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went,&lt;strong&gt; "OMG! ROSES!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van went, &lt;strong&gt;"EH ROSES!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYW50HFI/AAAAAAAAABY/lemNnDEjjxg/s1600-h/bugis2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029979143005281362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYW50HFI/AAAAAAAAABY/lemNnDEjjxg/s320/bugis2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the dudes gave us one each and it was lovely. totally made us smiled. oh welll, valentines' day is approaching. can't wait, babybaby. walked to cineleisure and met some of van's friends and that's when i see this &lt;s&gt;verycutesupercutehisnameis"situbi"inachinesedrama&lt;/s&gt; guy. i don't wanna say much 'cos someone is getting jealous. fffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby called me after awhile. omfg, i was elated. it was a pleasure to hear his soothing voice in the middle of noisy town. rah! i'm so gonna kiss him hard on wednesday. ahahaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYm50HGI/AAAAAAAAABg/Cc_NnCmac5k/s1600-h/fe1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029979147300248674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYm50HGI/AAAAAAAAABg/Cc_NnCmac5k/s320/fe1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck sbs. i'm so gonna sue this bus company. i fucking waited 162 for cheebye 45 minutes. i got super pissed so i walked all the way back to far east hoping to board 54 and that nabeh 162 came. went up the bus and asked the driver why that bloody 162 took so long. he said, &lt;strong&gt;"oh there's traffic jam. the bus came after 70 minutes. haiyooooo."&lt;/strong&gt; i forgave him. i was still talking to baby. he's damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYm50HHI/AAAAAAAAABo/swm8mPis2s4/s1600-h/fe2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029979147300248690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYm50HHI/AAAAAAAAABo/swm8mPis2s4/s320/fe2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instant insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby went out with his friends so we hung up. ahh, i miss his voice. we met last sunday and we are gonna meet up on valentines' day. DAMN LONG, HOR?! nbcbbb, i miss him so much. hahaaa, you're getting back your phone so yay never mind about the 10 days of not meeting. we can still text each other!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; i love you babyclif. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-8014207785121593563?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8014207785121593563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=8014207785121593563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8014207785121593563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/8014207785121593563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-happy-girl-today.html' title='Bugis + Far East = Hardcore Shopping.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rc4TYG50HDI/AAAAAAAAABI/gQgGfiR2IiY/s72-c/mompretty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-4321787967234190521</id><published>2007-02-09T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:48:21.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Low.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rcympm50HCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ryJq51e_vlc/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029578117613886498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rcympm50HCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ryJq51e_vlc/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love high ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot to say in my blog. but my mind is against all thoughts and i can't seem to remember what everything happened recently. it's like, oh yes that i'm gonna blog about, and when i start to type it goes, oh no what the fuck happened. you know what i mean? never mind, i'll do some flashbacks if it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;additional maths, oh the stress. i was on the verge of commiting suicide during the long tedious hours of amaths lesson. it was painful and such a mind fuck. i was thinking so hard, about whether to let amaths go or just continue and rot away -&lt;em&gt; copying homework, feeling very guilty then hand it up to miss teo.&lt;/em&gt; i don't know. i couldn't concentrate well today. like i told you, mind fuck. it was fucking in my mind so hard that i was about to cry. i know i will never do well. i know i am a loser shit. i need to get rid of amaths before i really die. and mrs * is such a bitch for not letting us to drop subjects. ffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rcymom50G-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WaM03wxDHGE/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029578100434017250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rcymom50G-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WaM03wxDHGE/s320/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brigher note, i was damn motivated by my seniors getting all damn good results for their Os. i am happy for them and i swear that i'll study hard and be like that. justin, you did well. i'm so proud of you, bitch. you made me so fucking motivated lahh. :) same goes to jeremy, tommy, daren and sharlene. they all did fairly well, bright future for them i forsee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RcympW50HBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9-nHYtq_Yto/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029578113318919186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RcympW50HBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9-nHYtq_Yto/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i love school toilets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's like one of the hang-out places for the girls and i. and the darkest, horniest actions and secrets are made, all inside. damnn fun place to chill around after school. and the turn off thing is, school girls coming in to the toilet and shit, pee, change pads or whatever. i know we don't own the toilet, but damn it's irritating! so when you see the 3 of us inside, kindly please fuck off first lah thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rcymo250G_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5aFpgw-Hzl4/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029578104728984562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rcymo250G_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5aFpgw-Hzl4/s320/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, i'm cheebye suay. i don't know where this bruise came from and i have another one at my right arm. it's creepy. yihao told me the ghosts in my house are pinching me. ya, i'm soooo scared. i hate bruises but i love rubbing them. the pain, the pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RcympG50HAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4WEIjRaWmJo/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029578109023951874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/RcympG50HAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4WEIjRaWmJo/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my babyboy, i miss him so very badly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he's like my blood, circulating around my body. i keep thinking of him. how's his balls and penis, hahahaaaaaaa kidding. he's so cute lah. i wanna hug him tightly and tell him he's my life and everything! oh sweetness. i love the two of us, clif and ass! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-4321787967234190521?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4321787967234190521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=4321787967234190521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4321787967234190521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/4321787967234190521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-high-ponytails.html' title='Memory Low.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0v7lX0SuKQ/Rcympm50HCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ryJq51e_vlc/s72-c/DSC00203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-117076456453700796</id><published>2007-02-06T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:11:17.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Asleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/915211/girlandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/134136/girlandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i feel like giving myself a stab on my tummy. firstly, it's getting so huge i'm putting on weight! secondly, i am falling asleep during every socialstudies lessons i tell you. i get pissed off by myself too kay! it's so irritating when you know you wanna sleep and yet you can't because the frigging teacher has a pair of frigging sharp eyes. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was fun. alright, half fun. i keep thinking about &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;valentines' day&lt;/span&gt;! i don't know how my gift will turn out to be like. but i really hope that present will come out damn nice lah. yoricko, you are in my team. so are aisha and fathamah. sounds damn chim righttttttt. :D i'm planning to do something sweet for baby on that day, need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/866975/girlsandi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/683544/girlsandi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and i fell asleep in most lessons, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school were lesson and remedials. damn long day man, feeling so exhausted. but my girls and alvin made my day after that, totally! we almost destroyed someone's book. but well, we were kind enough. i tell you, never offend&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;alvin the agressive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/280993/DSC00233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/987990/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or your book will end up like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/242426/DSC00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/109886/DSC00235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or down there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's damn fierce! but we all knew he was playing a fool. but wellllll, we laughed so much that my tummy hurts pretty badly now. HAHAHA. damn funny! everyone in the canteen was staring at us laughing so loudly and the girls screaming. because of that exercise book, unforgettable man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiBG5J5B8S4" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just a part of it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDYwf1S-NL0" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't gonna tell you whose book that belongs to. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/930593/girlsandi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/229013/girlsandi4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fathamah high already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/827616/girlsandi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/606692/girlsandi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slammed, kicked, rubbed the book against the wall, threw it around. you name it. agressive group of teenagers. tsk tsk tsk. never mind about &lt;s&gt;the evilness&lt;/s&gt; what we did because WE HAD SOOOO MUCH FUNNN. right, aisha, fathamah and alvin? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, if the school catches me for this i think it's damn unreasonable. not like i destroyedddd his whole book. it's for fun and plus, he knows we hate him. so yeah, whatever. sorry alvin, i didn't censor your face. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-117076456453700796?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117076456453700796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=117076456453700796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117076456453700796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117076456453700796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-i-feel-like-giving-myself-stab-on.html' title='Falling Asleep.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-117059827538950715</id><published>2007-02-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:16:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotness, Baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/460304/HOTSTUFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/228736/HOTSTUFF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby, i think you're fucking hottt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-117059827538950715?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117059827538950715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=117059827538950715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117059827538950715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117059827538950715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/baby-i-think-youre-fucking-hottt.html' title='Hotness, Baby.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-117055437944435459</id><published>2007-02-04T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:16:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover with Sweetheart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something really bad happened today. really, really bad! i was crying all alone and baby's not there. i felt like i was lost in the jungles. such a huge place yet i'm feeling so bloody lonely. i knew you'd turn back, and you did! there were just way too many people and you didn't spot me. baby, i love you and i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rushed to boonlay (don't ask why) only to found out that baby's at vivo. he told me not to cry and take a cab down to vivocity. the journey in cab was retarded, i hate being alone at that time. i cried more, my eyeliner's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/657942/baby%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/165536/baby%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my miss bunny hankachief :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby came and looked for me and paid the taxi fare. he held my hands and gave me a hug. ahh, that felt good, really good. he apologised but i just kept quiet. i didn't know what to say. i love you so bloody much, baby! it was my fault lahhh, okay? cuddles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/972237/halfmthanni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/781769/halfmthanni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with baby's friends too, i went to candyempire with the girls. they are very friendly! tho' i'm always not sure of what to say, they talked to me so i wouldn't feel bored. like big sisters, they gave me chocolates! :) went mcdonalds to join the rest. baby's hugs are the bestest. got into zw's car and went to his girlfriend's place. settled problems with van and went in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got invited by scratches and hoppings from &lt;strong&gt;yuki, the jackrussel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/666885/baby%20(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/640661/baby%20%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute, this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/570109/halfmthanni5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/520372/halfmthanni5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored o bored. baby's playing mahjong and i just sat and watched tv while the girls were playing card games. it was freezing cold and i was shivering. i thank god i didn't die. damnnnn cold. it was already sunday in the morning. 1am and i felt soo awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/872133/halfmthanni2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/770475/halfmthanni2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello eddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took a picture of me, secretly so i did it back to him. he's lame, very lame! like me, he had nothing much to do also. HAHAHA. so he watched tv and laughed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/149127/halfmonthanni%20(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/453080/halfmonthanni%20%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! yuki likes roger a lot. she kept clinging onto him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like FINALLY, baby finished his mahjong with his friends and accompanied me. that was around 4am plus already and i knew baby was super bloody tired. just look at his bloodshots and half-closed eyes! but he still accompanied me and talked. lovees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/611166/DSC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/629622/DSC00147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. WTFXZX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/933620/youmybaby=).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/972611/youmybaby%3D%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you my baby forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby said, &lt;strong&gt;"baby, you must marry me ah! will you marry me? i wanna marry you. i love you very much! next time i'll buy you a ring. okay?"&lt;/strong&gt; ahhhhhhh, heart melt ah melt! damn sweet. so i replied that i'll marry him next time with a diamond ring on my finger! :D then we gave each a hug. i swear we were the sweetest couple there. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/346646/DSC00139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/591671/DSC00139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. i like baby's dick. WTFXZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yuki loves baby more than i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/731333/DSC00148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/100329/DSC00148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/946098/halfmthanni4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/195462/halfmthanni4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU EHXZ. she could sleep on baby's penis and i cannot! HAHAHA. nahhh, i'm kidding. yuki is very very adorable. she stayed there quietly and i sayanged her, she's just like a baby. :) and baby told me he'd buy me a small doggy in the future. damn sweet right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us fell asleep on the sofa and woke up after awhile. went over to baby's place and took a quick nap. woah, baby's hugs are awesome! :D i had a really nice day and i'm very very happy that both of us enjoyed today. met van after baby went to work. got home and had breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/390491/halfmthanni3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/358428/halfmthanni3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 6TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you plenty, baby!&lt;br /&gt;we'll always be together, forever. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-117055437944435459?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117055437944435459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=117055437944435459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117055437944435459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117055437944435459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/roar-something-really-bad-happened.html' title='Sleepover with Sweetheart.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-117048089306928633</id><published>2007-02-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:17:26.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clique, My Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/350771/theclique4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/698099/theclique4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEREMY AND ESTELLE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello retards. i'm a happy girl today. :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was shit. 3 hours of maths in a row, just imagine. miss teo is starting on a new chapter and i just can't seem to absorb in. it's like, the things she said ran around my head and flew away after that. i'm so gonna fail amaths, not suprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with vaness and we slacked at home. supposed to go town with the girls but i don't know what happened. van started to prepare at 3 plus and she got ALL ready at 6 plus. imagine how long she took to put on make-up and all. i bathed around 6 and got dressed up. no, van and i weren't going out together. she's meeting her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I MET THE CLIQUERS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/463339/theclique1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/504813/theclique1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoorayyy, was damn happy lah. it's been so long. i miss all of them! i was the first to reach mccafe then everyone came. walked to cineleisure and had pastamania. omgxzx, i so love the pasta please. damn yummy! :] oh yes, basil came along with us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; BASIL! you lost your appetite because you started to think about -'s boobs right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone got up immediately after i said that and i was like WTFXZ. hahahaha, damn funny! i ain't gonna tell y'all whose breasts basil is fantasizing about. i swear it's damn hilarious! so sylvia and i starting to go wild. shouting and screaming like mad women. played at arcade :D funfunfun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/399238/theclique%20(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/477236/theclique%20%2826%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/273736/theclique%20(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/480666/theclique%20%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, damn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/71037/theclique%20(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/304961/theclique%20%2815%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvia and i decided to play house of dead and i got all excited, all the vulgarities came out from my mouth. and i think i embarassed sylvia too much. but it's okay, we had so much fun. those moronic zombies just wouldn't wanna die. fuck! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention? we took neoprints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/777772/theclique8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/795614/theclique8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OMGXZX. guess who's that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped around cine, took pictures and went all crazy. i would love to thank wenbin for stepping on my big toe while trying on his soccer boots. damn those studs, it's swollen now! see. it's damn gross i know, ah just take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/515174/ABCD0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/508918/ABCD0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/660989/theclique%20(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/258394/theclique%20%2821%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nike b.i.r.d where wb stepped on my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/241516/theclique%20(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/499694/theclique%20%2819%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basil bachiam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/500642/theclique2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/672496/theclique2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh prettyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/218597/theclique6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/167743/theclique6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi louis, we hate -'s pms. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/459594/theclique%20(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/361740/theclique%20%2823%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, this picture has a "feel" in it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/363852/theclique%20(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/363543/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/354467/LOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinful supper. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/556784/theclique%20(25).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/823385/theclique%20%2825%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/26641/theclique3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/720762/theclique3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeeeeeeeeet. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i'm beginning to talk louder and louder. basil and jeremy all cannot take it. never mind, we are damn cool hor, sylvia? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/83285/theclique7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/667645/theclique7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyka photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us went home and i met van at bus stop. it was 12am already! hehe. walked home together and knocked out. damn, both of us were so tired man. i had fun today but baby, you didn't call. no, i'm not sad. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello there, the angel from my nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The shadow in the background of the morgue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where you can always find meWe'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll wish this never ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-117048089306928633?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117048089306928633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=117048089306928633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117048089306928633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117048089306928633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/jeremy-and-estelle-d-hello-retards.html' title='The Clique, My Love.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-117039641633276583</id><published>2007-02-01T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:20:50.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Lessons Rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/818563/blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/607383/blur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonjourrrrrrrr everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm fine already. i just need more rest 'cos everyone is telling me that i look damn pale! i have such rosy cheeks, how can i be pale?! i need to sleep early, i have to! at first, i didn't believe what my friends said about me looking pale. but when i went toilet alone and looked at myself, damn those eyebags and scary-looking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M PALE!&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah nah, i'm fine. anyway, chinese lessons had been fun, as usual. with this babe with me, chinese lesson will never be boring! so like i got back my n70 and you know there's front camera right, soooooo being camsluts, aisha and i took pictures. and a video which i couldn't find after sending it to comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/408654/babyshame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/149574/babyshame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/381452/babyshame3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/458946/babyshame3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgxzx. this is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2847/1819/1600/babyshame7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/734747/babyshame7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/629864/babyshame6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/922156/babyshame6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeeeeet &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/727528/babyshame5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/140708/babyshame5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeek. i smiled with my mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/737630/babyshame4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/66063/babyshame4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the rest of the dayyy, i can't remember what happened. just plain studying and falling asleep in class. there are like, tests coming up next week. i bet next week is gonna be a long one so i really gotta get more sleep. i always look like one fucking zombie in school. huining even came up to me and told me to take care of myself! like woah. she's so nice. oh oh, adela is damn cute. jaime is damn funny. &lt;strong&gt;ohh, i'm starting to like my classmates. :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i forgot to mention. will anyone volunteer to smash that tv box in my living room? it's so distractive and i'm totally hooked to it! if someone really smashed it, i'd be so damn grateful lah. okay, it's impossible so i'll just keep watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting baby this weekend! gonna sayang him so much because he's always tired. alright, that's all for today. y'all take care and oh, thank you all sweethearts in my tagboard. i'm feeling better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goodbye! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-117039641633276583?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117039641633276583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=117039641633276583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117039641633276583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117039641633276583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-still-love-chinese-lesson.html' title='Chinese Lessons Rock.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-117015058925625990</id><published>2007-01-30T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:12:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/454118/ABCD0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/628336/ABCD0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how could y'all?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking shits about her and yet going so bloody goddamn close. it irks me, it does. and i just wanna puke whenever i see you people laugh. please be more discreet when you people know that y'all are around us. i know you like to stare. yes you, you, you and you. so please, don't kill me. and yeah, i have the biggest problem with the 4 of you. so just blame me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/523722/fuckyoubitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/25134/fuckyoubitches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is so cold and i just wish that baby could embrace me in his arms. oh yeah, he found himself a job again. i am very happy for him. i'm starting to talk like baby and behave like baby. sound creepy? yes, it is! his lil actions i noticed in the past, i'm doing it now! the way baby talks, i think i kinda sound like him. oh gosh, this can't be happening. it's so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some pictures to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/339327/hughugbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/591237/hughugbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby and i @ bukit merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/844268/MWAHBABY3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/986102/MWAHBABY3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been downnow I'm blessed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt a revelation coming around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess its right, it's so amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everytime I see you I'm alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're all I've gotyou lift me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all my dreams are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/935374/babyandmeeeeelegs!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/659108/babyandmeeeeelegs%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take me to the place you cry from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where the storm blows your way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna be earth that holds you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every bit of air you're breathin' in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A soothin' wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/212886/blackwhitebebeme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/411307/blackwhitebebeme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When minutes turn to days and years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When mountains fall, I'll still be here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holdin you until the day I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the storm blows your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/121799/babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/517667/babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend my weekends (last week) with baby at his place. it was fun and baby's just too cute. he was playing playstation 2 and i just stared at him.&lt;em&gt; too cute, wayyyyy cute.&lt;/em&gt; i can't wait to see him next time but i don't know when. pooo. he's so cute (how many times must i say ah)! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm gonna study hard this week already! and i need to cut down on the excessive fats in my tummy. it's almost bulging out already and if it's getting bigger, i'm not gonna step out of the house. i don't wanna look like a pregnant bitch. :o and one more thing, i need to complete my homework. i need to get enough sleep too. damn, life is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random pics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/291369/girls%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/697326/bubblegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/722835/bubblegirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i know this is damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/364622/ABCD0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/444594/ABCD0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/931083/mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/713440/mae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/117443/die.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/10759/LOVE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/39092/LOVE%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna take a nap now, i'm fucking exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye honeys! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-117015058925625990?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117015058925625990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=117015058925625990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117015058925625990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117015058925625990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/d.html' title='&gt;:D'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-117008335559233440</id><published>2007-01-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:20:00.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love chinese lessons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/856836/chuchu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/681578/chuchu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello motherfools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself in school today! i didn't talk to those &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; people, whom i have no respect for. okay, i hate them. seriously to the core. so much that i just wanna end their fucking... okay, i shall stop cursing them. &lt;strong&gt;i am an angel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/392831/ABCD0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/517024/ABCD0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheena lesson! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveeeeee chinese lesson with my baby aisha. we laughed like shit and i almost teared! it was so much fun and i'm loving chinese lesson more and more please. aisha and i completed 2 comprehension questions within 1 hour! that was an achievement for both of us. i spoke chinese and i think i sound pretty good. i wanna speak more of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, these 2 morons started doing something really childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/439634/ABCD0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/376242/ABCD0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice hair, aisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/317509/ABCD0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/895083/ABCD0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like the queen of china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i love chinese lessons now. i would love to attend more of it. more, more, more and more. because i can jiang hua yu (speak chinese), listen to mp3 during lesson, eat seaweed chickens and talk lotsa cock. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school ended. and accompanied van to j8. had sakae sushi after my dinner. sibeh full manxz, i felt like vomiting. walked around j8 and bought accessory with van for our phones! damn cute. will take picture of them like soon. maybe tomorrow! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss my hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;big time badly. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-117008335559233440?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117008335559233440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=117008335559233440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117008335559233440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/117008335559233440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-chinese-lessons.html' title='i love chinese lessons.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-116981612761600772</id><published>2007-01-26T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:05:50.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING HILARIOUS.</title><content type='html'>it's a laugh-out-loud situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friends forever? lol i guess it's more like fucking best friends forever NOT. it's funny how you guys can act so jolly folly together and at the same time, backstabbing one another. giving each other a stash at the back and when the blood flows, you claimed that you people "talk" things out and clean the blood. when you feel lonely, left out or demoralised, i'm always the fucking one whom you whine and complain to. this time? sorry, i'm not bothering about our friendship anymore. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking hypocrites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's full of bitching, secrets, lies and motherfucking gossips. i'd prefer to hang out with a bunch of fun boys please. the things i keep to myself is enough to flood the whole world. and this time, i'm getting pissed off. why do i have to keep it to myself? because you motherfucking bitches definitely push all the blames to me if things get way too complicated. when you people push the blames to me, everything's MY fault when i'm the motherfucking cb victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this short entry is just a part of how am feeling now. i need to murder someone to feel better. i need to rip off someone's balls to feel happy. i need to see people getting hurt so that i'll laugh at them. i need to see friendships breaking up so that i'll feel delighted. i'll laugh at your motherfucking sad face, i will laugh at the way you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retribution? soon, for 4 of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks, baby. you know what happened to me. it's not about shuling, aisha and mah (3 of them are my best girls kay). it's about some other fucking morons. lol you guys don't need to know and don't ask me a single question. i think the keyboard hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-116981612761600772?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116981612761600772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=116981612761600772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116981612761600772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116981612761600772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucking-hilarious.html' title='FUCKING HILARIOUS.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-116972769219728249</id><published>2007-01-25T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:25:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;i get a hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/548153/helll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/265683/helll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooooooooo people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not fine. don't ask why, i'm just not okay like i used to be last time. shit happens and i got shitted. it's just a feeling, so you can ignore me if you are getting sick of my &lt;s&gt;emo&lt;/s&gt; entries. sooo school was b o r i n g like shit. as usual and never gonna change this fact,&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; i hate school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/103419/wtff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/753410/wtff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell asleep during amaths lesson and jaime caught me. i thank her for giving me sweets and she's just so bloody nice. and you know what, she don't wanna fall asleep in class so she brings candies everyday and eats them during lessons. damn cool alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/223799/waoh%20!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/790784/waoh%20%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been fun hanging out with aishapoh. we crapped super goddamn lot and laughed like shit. she took away my unhappiness but my heart just sank into deep ocean when i'm alone like now. feeling all shit lonely with no one to talk to. whatever. oh, i like my hair today. my ponytail, okay that's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;baby, will you move to the block opposite mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so fucking badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-116972769219728249?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116972769219728249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=116972769219728249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116972769219728249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116972769219728249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-get-hell.html' title='&amp;i get a hell'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-116963191417479481</id><published>2007-01-24T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:56:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/921341/wronggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/284313/wronggg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been in a crowd and yet you feel so very lonely? have you tried to open your mouth and all you could say is nothing at all? a feeling so disturbing, so not right. and when you speak, no one listens to you. they don't give a fuck and hence you decided to stay out of the crowd and be alone. all by yourself, you become silent. and when some shit emo songs get into your mind, you love it and that's abnormal. it's time to let it out, in this stupid blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like i'm trapped in a box.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever tried saying "yes" but your answer just turns out to be a "no" or nothing at all, naturally? like a mute fuck. i can't express everything everytime. so don't blame me if i am keeping real quiet to myself. i need more love and attention. anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i lie to myself that i'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-116963191417479481?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116963191417479481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=116963191417479481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116963191417479481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116963191417479481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-you-ever-been-in-crowd-and-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-116956000922223633</id><published>2007-01-23T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:59:01.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmycheebye, fuck school thank you. i seriously abhor school now and there's no way i can concentrate now. i don't know why please don't know ask me. crap school with damn short recess time and long long long hours of studying. teachers rushing through work resulting in us not understanding a single shit. &lt;strong&gt;stressed, goddamn stressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/318854/lalaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/734572/lalaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that imp, failed her cheena test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, i passed my chinese shit with flying colours. 30 out of 50 marks. okay, like as if it's a fucking big deal. chinese was a drag but i did enjoy times with my baby aisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/275608/beckhame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/502606/beckhame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physical education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun tho' the sun was scorching hot. i suck at balls but i don't suck balls. okay, what the hell am i talking about. thank you, syahmi the photographer. i had my fun time today. but i'm still feeling stressed and emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/326618/lalaa%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/352385/lalaa%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello babysugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugar, i am fucking worried and i hate it. please get well soon, is that clear? i'm feeling as though someone just dug my heart out and chopping it into small tiny pieces. fucking heartache when i heard baby's still not fine yet.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i love you, sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; please, take great care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i got scolded by miss abraham because i tore pages out from her composition exercise book. it was trash and i just felt like tearing it off. not happy, ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-116956000922223633?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116956000922223633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=116956000922223633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116956000922223633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116956000922223633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/ohmycheebye-fuck-school-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEVELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-116947501525093283?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116947501525093283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=116947501525093283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116947501525093283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116947501525093283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-needa-fucking-study-before-i-screw.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-116946990599038823</id><published>2007-01-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:45:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/lalaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my life and i swear nothing must happen to you. please take good care of yourself for you know i won't be there for you all the time (physically). you naughty lil' baby, please i beg you. take care of your body. it breaks my heart and i have no mood for a goddamn thing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright, i don't know what to say. the insecurities that i'm gonna flunk big time for Os, the thoughts about my baby getting so sick at home, my mom's nonsensical naggings and endless homework flowing into my pink lovely file. gosh, why do teens have to be so stressed nowadays? fuck school, fuck wild thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/lalaa3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to think i could still smile like a FUCKING MORON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-116946990599038823?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116946990599038823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=116946990599038823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116946990599038823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116946990599038823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-116946677983340869</id><published>2007-01-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:55:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope it'll never end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/915509/=D%20(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/944172/%3DD%20%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fird's birthday was the sex. almost everyone turned up and we (mostly) girls had so much fun. with awesome company and good food freshly bbq-ed, it was kinda unforgettable. we were all so crazy and the best part? cam-slutting. everyone, including boys joined in the fun. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh yeah, happy birthday firdaus!&lt;br /&gt;study hard for the big Os and stay funky always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we all gathered, adilah, aisha and i met at novena square first. we were like, shopping around while waiting for raudah's arrival. we went into the toilet and started cam-slutting! damn, it was fun tho' i was kinda drenched. i felt like a hideous shit. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored so i off-ed the lights in the toilet and ran off. the 3 nutcases (adilah, aisha and i) thought the people inside got angry and were chasing us, so we ran and ran and but realised that no one was chasing us at all. we were making hell lotsa noise, but hell fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/12200/=D%20(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/973821/%3DD%20%289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adilahhh and i. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/293406/=D%20(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/386064/%3DD%20%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of us, oh gosh. look at my tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/840478/=D%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/796751/%3DD%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello aishahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/122705/adimeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/350611/adimeeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/740067/ABCD0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/964859/ABCD0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/866044/ABCD0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/267365/ABCD0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots and lotsa love. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/897016/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/373081/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/438971/ABCD0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/435491/ABCD0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a cam-slut too kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/38703/=D%20(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/581946/%3DD%20%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yihao, tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/827653/=D%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/146411/%3DD%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you he's a cam-slut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/101805/=D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/880724/%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raudah / siewhuay and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/81847/321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/572475/321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/611396/ABCD0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/281094/ABCD0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty seri and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/712722/ABCD0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/428671/ABCD0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, c r a z y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/472033/ABCD0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/943593/ABCD0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estelle, fird's love and firdaus. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/428135/321%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/588747/321%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i see my.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/559148/=D%20(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/778627/%3DD%20%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate, crapped and talked so much and i think i got freaked out myself too. but it was alright, everyone had sooooooooo much fun. the times with girls were precious. hope to have more of that very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/400527/=D%20(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/52168/%3DD%20%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmycheebye. can you spot my blue-black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/28769/=D%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/591760/%3DD%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insanity. siao char bor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/333655/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/986125/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;est. adi. poh. seri and sity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/156861/adimeeee%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/571040/adimeeee%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached bishan mrt then to interchange and decided to play a prank since we were bored. we targetted an old lady, sitting alone there and yes, she looked very innocent. adilah was supporting me and i swear the incident was LOL man. so this was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; aunty! is this boonlay interchange? -in a faint voice-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunty:&lt;/strong&gt; ?!?! ah no, bishan interchange here ger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estelle:&lt;/strong&gt; -confused- OHHH shit man. wrong interchange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sounded sacarstic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran away. only to realise she went up the same bus with me after that. she tapped yihao's shoulder and asked if i was irritating her. i swear it was another LOL thing man. such coincidence, oh my. i bet she's frigging pissed at me. what's worst, she got down the same stop as me. can you feel the awkwardness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;i miss you badly, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-116946677983340869?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116946677983340869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=116946677983340869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116946677983340869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116946677983340869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hope-itll-never-end.html' title='i hope it&apos;ll never end.'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-116920952219749406</id><published>2007-01-19T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T12:47:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skiin w0rxzxzx. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(edited)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, it's a new skin. big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuling said she's feeling sad 'cos she didn't get to see me in school. but i can't help but to recall spending 2 hours with her during additional mathematics lesson. hmm, never mind. it's good to know that one of your dearest misses you so badly now &amp;i miss her too. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/663658/lesbos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/212279/lesbos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be busy during the weekends. no, not studying, duhhh. i think i'm going to fird's b'day party at costasands and sunday, a date with honey. supposed to meet honey today, but well... never mind. it's alright,&lt;em&gt; i guess i'm fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/65482/imufb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/368851/imufb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;a piece of tissue just went into my eyes. it's fucking itchy but i kinda like the feeling. i placed my index finger into it and scraped off the tissue piece.&lt;strong&gt; ohhh, the pain.&lt;/strong&gt; i love. :D oh have you seen jelly beans on toes? you haven't, have you? it's kinda gross. take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/3213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jelly beanos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/3212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtfomg. total shit gross lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? aren't they 4 cute lil pebbles-and-jelly-beanos like?&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah, you $20 pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, update more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/1600/908205/porn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2847/1819/320/290915/porn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/edited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27858054-116920952219749406?l=asstelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116920952219749406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27858054&amp;postID=116920952219749406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116920952219749406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27858054/posts/default/116920952219749406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asstelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-skiin-w0rxzxzx-d.html' title='new skiin w0rxzxzx. :D'/><author><name>Estelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02351913272678768310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q269/estelley/style.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27858054.post-116903978905570469</id><published>2007-01-17T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:42:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello cheebyes! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i fell asleep during cheena mock exam! i was like, fuck man so boring then slowly i fell asleep until i felt a knock on my table. it was my cheena teacher! okay, i still don't know her name tho i knew her for like, 3 years. but nvm about that, school sucked today. dreadful social studies and chemistry was knn 2 hours long! i'm starting to hate school more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i shall fucking not sleep in class, anymore.
