<?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-3298773673049786663</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:27:22.481-08:00</updated><category term='why won&apos;t you pen me some love'/><category term='I want you to be my bright side.'/><category term='I&apos;m tired of playing hide-and-seek.'/><title type='text'>neh-neh-nee-poo-poo♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neh-neh-nee-poo-poo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298773673049786663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neh-neh-nee-poo-poo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NATALIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12371183203007163527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sVgfsvo9OQ/SrSG8bLoQlI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3NRbAKpRNA8/S220/nat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298773673049786663.post-5717131755332207482</id><published>2009-03-26T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:44:49.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want you to be my bright side.'/><title type='text'>I want you to be my bright side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FznF6DB4ix"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FznF6DB4ix" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=FznF6DB4ix" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=FznF6DB4ix" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=FznF6DB4ix" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=FznF6DB4ix" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/FznF6DB4ix/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/backyy/music/iRa5fYU4/varsity-youll-be-ok/"&gt;youll be ok - varsity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NATALIE IS SICK :[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, she can still come online to rant on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously you guys should just give me a round of applause pleases? Ha ha ha. Whatever. My mood's quite screwed up tonight, after hearing some stuff I'd rather choose not to know. Gosh, why must things be so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I think if I continue I'll breakdown or something. And y'know, it's horrible for someone to be ill and in a bad mood too. I guess I'll better change the subject before things get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;Today Laurencia didn't come to school 'cause she was supposedly sick, and Maryanne came over to my house with much relunctance from me. Yay, she owes me big-time (-:&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I'm exeggerating I guess. It's just a treat. But L owes me a double-treat &amp;amp; she's going back on her word. Tsk-tsk, some friend aye? Yes, I hope you see this.&lt;br /&gt;Feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Anyway, that biatch Maryanne (grins wickedly) ate &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; ice-cream, &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; orange, used &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; hairdryer and called it &lt;i&gt;blow&lt;/i&gt;dryer (rolls eyes), used &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; perfume and screamed around so it's like my entire estate can hear her. I swear, unless met with extreme conditions I'm never gonna let her in my house again. My dear, you are a nuisance &amp;amp; complete embaressment to be with :-D&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Shitty, my tummy's hurting again lah. Oh, I didn't go for cca either today.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I don't feel like going to school tomorrow can. The pills didn't really help either. Perhaps the suckiest part is, no one is talking to me and cheering me up (pouts) I need as many happypills as soon as possible. Anyone got any?&lt;br /&gt;Well well, on a cheerier note, I've done well for my common tests alone. All A's &amp;amp; one B. Yeah yeah, Nat's so friggin' smart pleases. Heehe, ignore me (smilez) However my report card obviously doesn't agree with me. I've got 5/20 for one of my maths earlier tests and I flunked geog in my total average for CA1. Oh gee.&lt;br /&gt;That all. Man, I can't stand my current form teacher &amp;amp; maths teacher. I'm positive my poor things of a class are all gonna fail. ): I miss Ms Seow oh-so-much. That chinese teacher of mine, is like totes over-suspicious and she even bosses her weight around. Ugh. Hello, she said she was gonna call my parents all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;Getalife, she said as a form teacher now she could do that. Pur-lease, I didn't even do anything. Honest. My results are already better than my standard already, what more does she want? The irony is when she says she's &lt;i&gt;form teacher&lt;/i&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, I feel like ending this post already. Nevermind me, continue tagging all right peepo? I love the world although my stomach hurts. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not the entire world. Meanies/baddiez ain't counted. Heee, [B]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:lightpink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;/EDITING/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;Okay, I've cheered up now. Many pretty thanks to Nicole you dear. :) Thanks for tolerating with me for 2 hours (?) just crapping on the phone. So yeah, would you look at the time now. I'm gonna crash into bed only later at 1am, 'cause I'm currently super-addicted to Forever21 &amp;amp; Wetseal &amp;amp; Junkfood's websites. They're seriously causing a lot of distraction, haha. Anyhow, spent the past few momentos just bloghopping, online shopping and the same old boring blahz. I'm gonna make myself some iced coffee now, since I can't really sleep but I'll force myself to otherwise I don't know how the hell I'm gonna wake up earlier to meet &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; before school tomorrow (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, iced coffee works the opposite for me. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Half of my heart, I didn't know where it went. But I know I shouldn't look too much into things, 'cause then I'll be imagining things. If you see this, you wouldn't know it's you I'm talking about.. Or would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She cried secretly in her lockheart, but nobody found the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:lightpink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;/END-OF-EDIT&lt;/b&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/3298773673049786663-5717131755332207482?l=neh-neh-nee-poo-poo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neh-neh-nee-poo-poo.blogspot.com/feeds/5717131755332207482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3298773673049786663&amp;postID=5717131755332207482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298773673049786663/posts/default/5717131755332207482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298773673049786663/posts/default/5717131755332207482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neh-neh-nee-poo-poo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-you-to-be-my-bright-side.html' title='I want you to be my bright side.'/><author><name>NATALIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12371183203007163527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sVgfsvo9OQ/SrSG8bLoQlI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3NRbAKpRNA8/S220/nat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298773673049786663.post-1919257479010280034</id><published>2009-03-17T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:01:13.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m tired of playing hide-and-seek.'/><title type='text'>I'm tired of playing hide-and-seek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IqJLhV3KhI/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IqJLhV3KhI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=IqJLhV3KhI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=IqJLhV3KhI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=IqJLhV3KhI" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=IqJLhV3KhI" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/IqJLhV3KhI/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/thefray/music/csbDIAg8/the-fray-you-found-me/"&gt;You Found Me - The Fray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, is in the memoir of my previous blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Crap joke lah, but seriously - my old skin header was like "You Found Me" until I changed it to "Save Natalie" lol. I figured that the inspiration was from this fab song, and the whole thing suddenly clicks. I mean, the lyrics don't really make sense. For that skin's header, rather.&lt;br /&gt;What a random start for my post.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life during March hols are just about to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;It's a dead bore, I tell you. For me (sighs) Tomorrow I'll be dragging my feet to school for an awful hour of losing my mind to Math teasers._. Dammnit.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most productive thing I've done in my week so far, is shopping at the same place twice. Haha, during the weekend at Fareast Plaza. So much for town. Saturday with Nicole, I love all my buys although yes I admit maybe 2/3 pieces could've been better spent. Hmmm. Sunday I came back with like only 2 items, but both sponsered by my oh-so-beloved mommy. :-D&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I was pissed with Maryanne. Shan't elaborate. In the end, went out with my old-time besties Bernice &amp; Shijing (missing Jiali, 'cause she's out of town) to Parkway Parade. The initial purpose was to shop for B &amp; Jl's birthday pressies.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, ended up with none -.- In conclusion, Parkway isn't exactly the most ideal spot to go gift-looking.&lt;br /&gt;Heehe, but I got a really pretty Loungefly wallet for a darned cheap price. Yes yes yes (!) Okaywhatever, ignore me. But I probably grew fatter during those hours in Pp,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sucha glut. Ate loads of fries man. Shit it.&lt;br /&gt;Well well. Here's 5 randomzs. Just goes to prove how bored I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;♥ Can't wait for hair to grow longer, so can cut back to previous hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Can't wait to change my current blog dp, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mommy's promised to get me a prettaye Polaroid! :D&lt;br /&gt;♥ I want my phone to stop breaking down, or get a new one (even better).&lt;br /&gt;♥ I wanna catch a show asap this week, or go Kbox, or shop &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. (L)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third should be the highlight of my random list.&lt;br /&gt;Damn I don't feel like blogging much. I want more photos in my blog, but I don't get to fulfill that currently thanks to my bloody phone. Whoops, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;All right. I'm gonna go online shop now, shopping really does cure depression sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I've got this weird craving for school's raspberry ice-cream. I sound like some pig seah.&lt;br /&gt;Laughingmysexyarseoff (an improvised version of "lmao") Not bad ey? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;S'later guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298773673049786663-1919257479010280034?l=neh-neh-nee-poo-poo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neh-neh-nee-poo-poo.blogspot.com/feeds/1919257479010280034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3298773673049786663&amp;postID=1919257479010280034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298773673049786663/posts/default/1919257479010280034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298773673049786663/posts/default/1919257479010280034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neh-neh-nee-poo-poo.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-aint-my-heart-who-am-i.html' title='I&apos;m tired of playing hide-and-seek.'/><author><name>NATALIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12371183203007163527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-sVgfsvo9OQ/SrSG8bLoQlI/AAAAAAAAAu0/3NRbAKpRNA8/S220/nat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298773673049786663.post-244470379304602049</id><published>2009-03-12T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:52:15.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why won&apos;t you pen me some love'/><title type='text'>Why won't you pen me some love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FxzGuo3s46/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FxzGuo3s46/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=FxzGuo3s46" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=FxzGuo3s46" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=FxzGuo3s46" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=FxzGuo3s46" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/FxzGuo3s46/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/macfrancis/music/z33kHUtz/taylor-swift-our-song/"&gt;Our Song - Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Last day of school was on Wednesday for me.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I've got no feelings towards that whatsoever. Like, I'm not particularly happy/ecstatic although most people were. Hmmm. But I was perhaps happier for the fact that Maths Olympiad enrichment blahs were cancelled (claps and cheers)&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that out of ten (?) people that were selected, only me and Amanda. B went.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, sorta regretted the whole decision to go to Maths class and be smart. It's only more expected if I screw up my brain in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I like my current skin. And this post's song (L) And yeah, deleted previous posts 'cause. Let's just say it was on impulse. Crap, the links gave me a hell load of trouble though. Freaking irritating, nearly lost the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. My phone's spoilt for the fourth time in less than one or two weeks. Brilliant. I'm so gonna lodge a complaint with, maybe Leesh (?), to Sony Ericcsson.&lt;br /&gt;Darned. In like less than 2 months, my phone went bonkers 4 times already. It's really pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna text.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna call.&lt;br /&gt;I want it to function properly.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Okay, before I completely lose it, I'll blog about yesterday then.&lt;br /&gt;Had cca from 12:30pm all the way till 8:30pm. Phew, it's a miracle I even managed to survive those long hours afterall. But man, yesterday, this bitch really got onto my nerves. You. I hope you see this yup. Because y'know, I've tolerated with you right from the day you made me tear in front of everyone else. I can't stand your stepping big crap, your easy-jealousy, everything. Everything about you, I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why you're so set on making my life miserable sometimes. Why me? What the fuck do you have against me? Why are you so prejudiced against the smallest little things. You seriously think everyone likes you? Think again. Just think of your actions. I tried being nice the whole time, but now this is the last straw.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna act nice to me infront of others, you wanna play games, set. I'll play with you too. :) Watch me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, enough of all that fume, I just couldn't stand it and I've got no other way to vent my anger I've bottled up for so long. Haha, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I was like totally dreading the hours ahead. But in the end, it was pretty cool. Of course, there were some spoilers (like a certain human), but other then that, I thought the whole Nafa trip to be real neat.&lt;br /&gt;Like, we went backstage to the dressing rooms &amp; my gosh I regret not snapping photos of the place :O Their really gorgeous in the antique way. Laughsoutloud.&lt;br /&gt;The stage too, was filmed in many shows, and we were practicing on that very stage.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm glad I didn't miss anything (-:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I didn't do the elearning homework assigned. But seriously, there's no time at all. Hope that my excuse will be accepted when I'm back in school. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll work on my elearning stuff later on at night, I've got el tuition at parkway not too later. Yes, I wanna get my fix of Mc Cafe's double chocolate frappe! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, a million calories, but I hadn't had it in ages. Hehaho. Can't wait to browse through Topshop/Cotton On blah blah blah later. Can't wait for tomorrow's outing with Nicole two. (Enthu face)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay, I'll stop here. My gosh. Tagboard's dead. 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