<?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-8769146</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:33:12.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TaLeS oF a FaLLeN AngeL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-115089028206786396</id><published>2006-06-21T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:44:42.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RELOCATED TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://nastyshit-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-115089028206786396?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/115089028206786396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/115089028206786396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2006/06/relocated-tohttpnastyshit_21.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/F-COWjRo5ZNWEnQhEexAc-.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/F-COWjRo5ZNWEnQhEexAc-.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty van!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110973779131956163?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110973779131956163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110973779131956163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/pretty-van.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0181.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0181.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debbie!!!!!!!!!!!!! so cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967449680350862?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967449680350862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967449680350862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/debbie-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110967446434842361</id><published>2005-03-01T02:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:54:24.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0168.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0168.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro bowler and another bowler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967446434842361?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967446434842361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967444412786781?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967444412786781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967444412786781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-wer-not-spastic.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110967442478146278</id><published>2005-03-01T02:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:53:44.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0167.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0167.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'r sleeping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967442478146278?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967442478146278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967442478146278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/wer-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967438402293371?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967438402293371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967438402293371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/threesome-without-any-strings-attached.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110967432947101347</id><published>2005-03-01T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:52:09.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0163.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0163.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui hui insisted i sit on her lap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967432947101347?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967432947101347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967432947101347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/hui-hui-insisted-i-sit-on-her-lap.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110967430283953252</id><published>2005-03-01T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:51:42.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0180.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0180.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'r having a fight here. dnb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967430283953252?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967430283953252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967430283953252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/wer-having-fight-here.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110967426616369550</id><published>2005-03-01T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:51:06.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0184.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0184.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiospastical photo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967426616369550?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967426616369550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967426616369550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/idiospastical-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110967424013121773</id><published>2005-03-01T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:50:40.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0185.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0185.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa kang, the hot mei nu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967424013121773?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967424013121773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967421301986774?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967421301986774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967421301986774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/dats-what-i-call-lovers.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110967419047754105</id><published>2005-03-01T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:49:50.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0166.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0166.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at debbie and huihui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967419047754105?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967419047754105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967419047754105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/look-at-debbie-and-huihui.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110967411436397481</id><published>2005-03-01T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:48:34.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/IMG_0234.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/IMG_0234.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in st margs uniform...goes well with my watch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110967411436397481?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110967411436397481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110839479663354643?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839479663354643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839479663354643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/th-valentines-day-saga.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110839471026817420</id><published>2005-02-14T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:25:10.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0043.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0043.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the valentine's day saga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110839471026817420?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839471026817420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839471026817420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day-saga.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110839363905126107?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839363905126107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839363905126107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/wehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110839350512152623</id><published>2005-02-14T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:05:05.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0038.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0038.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110839350512152623?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839350512152623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839350512152623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/weight.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110839341521595941</id><published>2005-02-14T07:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:03:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balloon mania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110839341521595941?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839341521595941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839341521595941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/balloon-mania.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110839338638480236</id><published>2005-02-14T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:03:06.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0037.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0037.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the balloon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110839338638480236?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839338638480236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839338638480236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/balloon.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110839333860065763</id><published>2005-02-14T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:02:18.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0041.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0041.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sponge ball squarepants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110839333860065763?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839333860065763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839333860065763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/sponge-ball-squarepants.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110839329914304151</id><published>2005-02-14T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:01:39.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanderful you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110839329914304151?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839329914304151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839329914304151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/wanderful-you.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110839327581323555</id><published>2005-02-14T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:01:15.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bees saga for the closies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110839327581323555?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839327581323555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110839327581323555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/bees-saga-for-closies.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110769924293853339</id><published>2005-02-06T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T06:14:02.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ow I know how to sell stuff online! My Dad was encouraging me to sell off my shoes. I posted the purple low dunks I had for 50SGD, I hope people would think it's a steal. I wanna use the money to buy this blue ballet like abercrombie skirt which I saw online, it's really nice&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/8769146-110769924293853339?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110769924293853339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110769924293853339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/now-i-know-how-to-sell-stuff-online-my.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110761223175908674</id><published>2005-02-05T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T06:03:51.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0050.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0050.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. a new shoe 4 cny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110761223175908674?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110761223175908674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110761223175908674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110734043111673776</id><published>2005-02-02T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T02:38:31.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Called up Nike by Bird and they fucking say that they won't be carrying the 2005 valentines day edition dunks! It's quite beautiful, but I prefer the 2004 edition. Cos, the heart's position is a little weird this yr. It's at the beginning of the swoosh and not right in front of it but actually 2 cm before it and it should have more whites. it's too red. I asked my dad to help me get it yesterday from nike singapore which has its last outlet standing which is in bugis junction. he just smsed me today saying ' NO they don't have it.' I'm not sure whether it hasn't been displayed yet or it's not coming at all just like Nike by Bird. Shit, only Queensway has it. And if I have to get it from Queensway, my dad would probably say, it's so near your school, go and get it la.&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/8769146-110734043111673776?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110734043111673776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110734043111673776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/called-up-nike-by-bird-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110697500262247760</id><published>2005-01-27T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:03:22.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Birthday Shout outs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yup, it's Janice's birthday tomorrow. Yah, she wants to eat meatballs on Monday. Ikea's the only place which can accomodate 15 of us on a round table. One of the only two whose chinese horoscope is a rabbit! Obviously, the other one's me la. Then it's Sean's birthday on the 1st! Happy Birthday in advance, but I doubt he comes online. Wasted. I don't know what to get for him, guys are just so difficult and he's such a gentlemen who is really ethical!&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/8769146-110697500262247760?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110697500262247760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110697500262247760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/birthday-shout-outsyup-its-janices.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110697458406793061</id><published>2005-01-25T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T20:56:24.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I've finally known who are all my cts, only just. Cos, I've got some motivation to go for econs now! But Mr Tan really speaks like a goldfish, I can't hear what he's saying because he swallows half his words but he's responsible and his voice isn't monotonous. I suspect, just a tiny bit of suspicion that my chem teacher has under gone some botox or something. I can still see the lines on her face but her facial expression is always that same! Not that she looks grumpy all the time, but it's just the same expression day in day out.&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/8769146-110697458406793061?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110697458406793061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110697458406793061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-finally-known-who-are-all-my-cts.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110640891531048034</id><published>2005-01-22T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T07:48:35.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/5fe4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/5fe4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dick tac toe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110640891531048034?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110640891531048034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110640891531048034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/dick-tac-toe.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110640873130539267</id><published>2005-01-22T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T02:07:23.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/be21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/be21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;love kelvin, the mummy in making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/d4a2aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/d4a2aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110640873130539267?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110640873130539267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110640873130539267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/love-kelvin-mummy-in-making_22.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110640820519453486</id><published>2005-01-22T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T07:41:16.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/menting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/menting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the best ah lian lingo I can impersonate : BEST FRIENDS WORX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110640820519453486?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110640820519453486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110640820519453486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-best-ah-lian-lingo-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110623434579325501</id><published>2005-01-20T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T07:29:13.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it so coincidental after all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Today seem to be a speak-of-the devil kind of day. I was merely mentioning that Aaron and I chat online a few days ago and ta-da! he appeared right in front of us with Cindy. And after the Aaron saga, after walking 5 steps, we bumped into Gerald Cher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110623434579325501?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110623434579325501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110623434579325501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/was-it-so-coincidental-after-all-today.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110623528526332076</id><published>2005-01-19T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T07:34:45.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please Help&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It was just a simple shirt on display in the shop but some shoplifter has been eyeing it for some time. When the shop owner wasn't paying attention, that shoplifter made use of the opportunity and ripped if off the rack. After a few weeks/months, its colour has faded and it isn't the same as before. The shoplifter, obviously, can't return it to the shop anymore because the shirt's appearance is different and for fear that he'll get stoned by the shop owner. However, the shirt's brain ain't big enough to decide for itself what to do and how to do anything, neither has it got legs to runaway or go anywhere.&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/8769146-110623528526332076?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110623528526332076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110623528526332076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/please-helpit-was-just-simple-shirt-on.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110597160275309791</id><published>2005-01-17T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T06:29:26.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart Aches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I didn't expect it to be this way, I thought I'll be much easier - easier to let go. I was surprised he even told them and what "feeling weird that no one calls him at night". Gee. I've got nothing to say, except, when I heard that, my heart dropped and hurt. I swear my head's spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sigh, lesson's starting full force! I hate my timetable, it's so long but no one but me's to blame. Me and my stubborness sticking to the decision of going to science and now I'm in the 4 sub class doing only 3 sub. And I only have lessons starting at exactly 10:45 tomorrow&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/8769146-110597160275309791?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110597160275309791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110597160275309791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/heart-aches-i-didnt-expect-it-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110645823690923239</id><published>2005-01-16T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:30:36.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/PIC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/PIC_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ma precious&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/8769146-110645823690923239?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110645823690923239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110645823690923239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/ma-precious_16.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110597196726000281</id><published>2005-01-16T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T06:26:07.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't understand why are people so observant.&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/8769146-110597196726000281?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110597196726000281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110597196726000281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-understand-why-are-people-so.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110562868498006187</id><published>2005-01-13T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T07:04:44.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plain, Boring, Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I swear I feel lost after having something important missing from your life, moreover, this something was my pillar of support for like 3 years-which isn't very short considering the fact that I'm still a teen. Well, all I can say is I'll listen to you Wanting, I believe what you've said so far is true. What's the point of trying again when I know, at the end of the day, it'll be the same few feelings-hatred, betrayal, disappointment, hurt and sadness. I swear I didn't want things to turn out this way, and Stu asked me, do you regret it? My answer was a immediate caps OF COURSE YES. On the other hand, you're nice, you're sweet and how ven would say, princess-treatment. gee. I know, I know, I'll hurry my ass up and move on and hop on your band wagon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;On the bright side, my class is pretty fun, nice, easy-going. People like Regina, Sheila, Javier, Janice, Kenneth, John.  Yup, had some assignment for Chem, and it's nearly completed when the help of some people. I had forgotten so many Chem stuff, I don't even have a periodic table at home-it's that useless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Managed to ring up my cousin and asked me to pass me his qa book.&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/8769146-110562868498006187?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110562868498006187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110562868498006187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/plain-boring-updatesi-swear-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110519986526303866</id><published>2005-01-09T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T07:57:45.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear the lyrics of this song deplics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, I Couldn't Tell YouWhy She Felt That Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She Felt It Everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And I Couldn't Help Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I Just Watched Her MakeThe Same Mistakes Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What's Wrong, What's Wrong Now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Too Many, Too Many Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Don't Know Where She BelongsWhere She Belongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She Wants To Go Home, But Nobody's Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That's Where She Lies, Broken Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;With No Place To Go, No Place To GoTo Dry Her Eyes, Broken Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Open Your EyesAnd Look Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Find The Reasons WhyYou've Been Rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And Now You Can't FindWhat You've Left Behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Be Strong, Be Strong NowToo Many, Too Many Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Her Feelings She Hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Her Dreams She Can't Find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She's Losing Her MindShe's Falling Behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And She Can't Find Her PlaceShe's Losing Her Faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She's Falling From Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;She's All Over The Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah my exact sentiments.&lt;/strong&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/8769146-110519986526303866?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110519986526303866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110519986526303866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-swear-lyrics-of-this-song-deplics.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110518960018003770</id><published>2005-01-08T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T05:25:55.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh wells, my appeal to science fac was successful but hell, I'm in s65-Math, econs, chem, bio. It's definitely a bitter-sweet sort of feeling when I came to know about it. And guess what Cherie's younger sister is in my class! What a coincidence?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few days ago, I went to waterloo to ask for a divinity lot. In the end, I had two lots in my hand and Er Yan told me my method was wrong. Oh hell. I was supposed to throw the "potato wedge" only once and if it says no immediately, I'm to throw again. If I 'm not wrong, only 1 lot had been accurate. Both lots had bad interpretation. Sigh, it mentioned that I need a benefactor to solve my problem. Gee, who's my benefactor? I can't seem to find that person....................&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, you probably know I'm referring to you. I'm really sorry, I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. I am sorry I said no twice and seemed like a brainless and indecisive cow. I'm feel worse than shit and IN shit at the moment, so please, try to understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110518960018003770?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110518960018003770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110518960018003770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-wells-my-appeal-to-science-fac-was.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110510659873074979</id><published>2005-01-07T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T06:03:18.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been ages since I'd blogged. Well, Happy New Year, both Lunar and normal? new year. I don't know. Well, I've been so slack, I'm practically vertical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110510659873074979?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110510659873074979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110510659873074979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-has-been-ages-since-id-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110433749890439253</id><published>2004-12-28T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T08:26:30.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Want Girls, I Need Girls , Please Santa? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I only need their names and telephone numbers. It's to girls who are interested in appearing in advertisements or girls who are simply kind and sincerely wish to help me earn more commission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I work for VHI a company located in Taka Tower A and it's American based and blah blah. So please be kind and leave your name and number with me. You may decline the offer at any point and it's strictly free lancing. So it's really gonna help me if you can just be KIND!!! Or just simply spread the word fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hardworking???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'll put in effort to finish scanning/uploading all my hols photos onto the link out of reach, out of sight, out of mind. I know I've been back for more than a week already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110433749890439253?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110433749890439253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110433749890439253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-want-girls-i-need-girls-please-santa.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110405880138729875</id><published>2004-12-26T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T03:00:01.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/640/dunk_wmns_myth_wht_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/60/2235/400/dunk_wmns_myth_wht_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao.......why can't I get this shoe for Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110405880138729875?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110405880138729875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110405880138729875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/wah-lao.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110405855778605785</id><published>2004-12-26T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:55:57.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Both Don't Get Angry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gee Wan Ting, I know you won't get angry, coz you're so kinda and you've always smelt heavenly. I mean what could be worse than the love bite incident? But I promise you that I will be you something "because you guessed correctly", just that I bought many flavours for that Body Shop cologne spray and I've given to some ass of mine cousins and Nicky Butt, so the last one was for you. Hell did I remember that She needed a gift as well. Sorry darling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sorry to another moron, yours will be coming alrights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110405855778605785?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110405855778605785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110405855778605785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-both-dont-get-angry-gee-wan-ting-i.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110394499314974229</id><published>2004-12-24T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T19:27:20.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You've just spoilt my day, again, almost everyday now. You've contricuted nothing to my life so stop sucking away my happiness. Stop thinking that I owe you everything. Nothing can penetrate into your head. I really wanna lock you up in some mental hospital. Everyone will be much happier. I don't care, you're outta my life, you've earned no respect from me, you're worse than a pile of shit, useless and idiotic. Please go away, let me have peace, let me have happiness.&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/8769146-110394499314974229?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110394499314974229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110394499314974229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/youve-just-spoilt-my-day-again-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110370960656367698</id><published>2004-12-22T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T02:00:06.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lucky thing WanTing wasn't angry, just pissed. OK Lah, my darling potato-head... It's not "eeeeeee, where got nice?" any longer, it's nice ok? Yesterday, regarding the reminder about the reward if you can guess correctly thingy, I really wanted 2 get it today from Body Shop. Then suddenly, I realised you've always smelt so nice, so-- chocolate candy-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was a nice feeling to meet up with Lynette just yesterday, it felt like I was reading an old diary filled with wonderful memories. Glad to know what's going on after I left Band and how political it can get and how drastic changes were. Like no more, Mr Aw and Mr Goh but now it's that Mr Neo, I remembered that he loves wearing rings on all his fingers and had kinda long hair for a guy. At the point when she told me about her class partner and how the clique divided, it was quite sad and now, fang xuan's going Canada, I guess things will never be the same anymore.&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/8769146-110370960656367698?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110370960656367698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110370960656367698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/lucky-thing-wanting-wasnt-angry-just.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110363584863533512</id><published>2004-12-21T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T05:33:14.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ultra kia-su for chinese new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/2719/50/PIC_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/2719/400/PIC_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110363584863533512?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110363584863533512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110363584863533512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/ultra-kia-su-for-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110363569881339550</id><published>2004-12-21T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T05:34:59.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ugly freckles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/2719/50/PIC_0035.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/2719/400/PIC_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110363569881339550?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110363569881339550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110363569881339550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/ugly-freckles.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110356157103344504</id><published>2004-12-20T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T05:31:41.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/2719/640/PIC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="165" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/2719/200/PIC_0001.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;new shoes which i just sold to Lynette ChoonG....thanks babe&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/8769146-110356157103344504?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110356157103344504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110356157103344504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-shoes-which-i-just-sold-to-lynette.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110342954372538658</id><published>2004-12-18T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T20:12:23.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I miss him so much. Why can't you be here? Life's dull without you by my side.&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/8769146-110342954372538658?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110342954372538658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110342954372538658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-miss-him-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110329855999334699</id><published>2004-12-17T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T07:49:19.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0183.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0183.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is nepalese grafitti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110329855999334699?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110329855999334699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110329855999334699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-nepalese-grafitti.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110329843026387661</id><published>2004-12-17T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T07:47:10.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0066.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0066.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you feel appreciative now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110329843026387661?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110329843026387661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110329843026387661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-you-feel-appreciative-now.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110329834747968740</id><published>2004-12-17T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T07:45:47.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0071.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0071.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bodhigaya. it'll be nicer withouth the protective layer&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110329834747968740?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110329834747968740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110329834747968740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/bodhigaya.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110327556825377543</id><published>2004-12-17T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:26:08.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0109.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0109.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;villagers begging at the door of our bus&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110327556825377543?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110327556825377543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110327556825377543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/villagers-begging-at-door-of-our-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110327550595382542</id><published>2004-12-17T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:25:05.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0052.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0052.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumbini River&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110327550595382542?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110327550595382542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110327550595382542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/lumbini-river.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110327543835550305</id><published>2004-12-17T01:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:23:58.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0146.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0146.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;himalayas-evening. we were going back to nepal&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110327543835550305?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110327543835550305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110327543835550305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/himalayas-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110327538984783223</id><published>2004-12-17T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:23:09.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0034.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0034.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;himalayas taken from the domestic plane by me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110327538984783223?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110327538984783223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110327538984783223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/himalayas-taken-from-domestic-plane-by.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110224746965127082</id><published>2004-12-04T03:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T03:51:09.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yup, she's away and i'm here to help say something. err she said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm gonna miss shar, wanting, angel, erbird, ness yingjing, wwt,lingling, and also nicholas and other dearies.. i know its ur birthday on the 9th yingjing. i promised to buy presents back for ya ok. yup that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110224746965127082?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110224746965127082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110224746965127082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/yup-shes-away-and-im-here-to-help-say.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110189702335196852</id><published>2004-12-01T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:19:07.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm in my friend's toilet. sh. my friend doesn't know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i'm now sweating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/PIC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/PIC_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;nice and relaxing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110189702335196852?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110189702335196852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110189702335196852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-in-my-friends-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110169229103239701</id><published>2004-11-28T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:38:11.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/F-AM2jRm5aM27o7EGppmXnw.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/F-AM2jRm5aM27o7EGppmXnw.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, my hair just looks like a mop&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110169229103239701?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110169229103239701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110169229103239701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-now-my-hair-just-looks-like-mop.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110169224329216236</id><published>2004-11-28T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:37:23.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/F-AM2jRm5aM27o6kGppmXno.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/F-AM2jRm5aM27o6kGppmXno.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new hair done by the stylist, but I can't style it back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110169224329216236?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110169224329216236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110169224329216236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-new-hair-done-by-stylist-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110134650639621643</id><published>2004-11-23T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:21:21.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Like it wasn't special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today was so boring, camping out at home - all thanks to that flu bugger. On the positive note, it wasn't that boring? kk, Christine came over and she was sweet as usual. She came over just borrowed a pair of diamante heels, diamond-chain dangling ear rings and a pink fluffy dress for her prom. I trust her so much I let her use the dress before I've ever used it, even the ear rings, I've never worn it despite buying it a yr ago. -Christine you hearing this? So pls dry clean instead of machine wash! But these heels are really special, I bought it last year cheaper by $10 than it is on sale at URS now. My heart doesn't ache anyhow. I can't wait for the adidas collection by stella mcCartney next feb!&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/8769146-110134650639621643?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110134650639621643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110134650639621643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/like-it-wasnt-special-today-was-so_23.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110117891523577306</id><published>2004-11-22T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:01:55.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She feels I shouldn't work in a banquet, even though it's at a reputable hotel. The work's too heavy and you stay upu till late. Blah blah, I'm too small, the work's too physical. She keeps insisting it's different from waitressing coz it's more fu za. I seriously don't understand. I'm just too tired and dizzy to argue with her - the fever's really getting to me. I'm quite angry with her, but I'm sure she has her good sound reasons? She says, you wanna work there for the money to strike out the wishlist right? Then, you shall take all the money you earn from your piano lessons. But afterall, it's a rather tempting deal, so why not? Nicholas says my mum is stuck up. I feel otherwise, I think she loves my sister and I a lot-sometimes overbearing. I think I'll call the girl up today and say I'm really sorry? I feel so darn guilty and mean to make them go through the trouble to bring me to Goodwood Park Hotel.&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/8769146-110117891523577306?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110117891523577306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110117891523577306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/she-feels-i-shouldnt-work-in-banquet.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110117641283624483</id><published>2004-11-21T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T18:45:53.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" action="&lt;a href=" target="_new" quizid="147"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#90bed5" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#003300" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/" quizid=" target="&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How do you measure up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Username:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #008ff3"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" maxlength="'64'" size="32px" value="''" name="'in0'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Time you were born:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#008ff3;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" maxlength="'64'" size="32px" value="''" name="'in1'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;City you were born in:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#008ff3"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" maxlength="'64'" size="32px" value="''" name="'in2'"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2" color="#083360"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" name="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/"&gt;QuickKwiz&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/" width="1" userid="" border="0"&gt;waywardpixie&lt;/a&gt; - 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&lt;b&gt;29%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'250px'" align="'center'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looks - &lt;b&gt;32%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'250px'" align="'center'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#d8f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Success - &lt;b&gt;26%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'250px'" align="'center'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'10px'" color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="'5px'" color="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Net Worth&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td color="#008ff3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;$98,223,822.77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2" color="#083360"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" name="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/"&gt;QuickKwiz&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/" width="1" userid="" border="0"&gt;waywardpixie&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 101085 Times.&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.blogger.com/app/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110117641283624483?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110117641283624483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110117641283624483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/form-namequizform-actionhow-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110095141901329816</id><published>2004-11-20T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T04:15:59.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idol Mania Twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the idols two days in a row! Charlene LoOOOOOOO Wan Ting are you jealous! I was lucky enough to sit damn near the Taufik fan-club-camp on the results show live and Leandra was sitting in the 1st row of the Taufik fan-club-camp. The show started at like 8:30 and we were in the studios at 7? Walked through the media corp gates at 6:45? Joanna Peh walked past the people who had the hole-less tickets in the car park. She's really tall and slim and prettier in person. Wolf-whistled when she sashyed pass. -sigh- She din't hear it~ Everyone was practising cheering at 7:30?I think the crowd's noise level was like 180 decibels or something! Mostly, the peeps there were Sylvester's fans and poor Olinda's fans were really silent despite the fact that they had flashy banners. I screamed till I'm sick now -cough cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I accompanied Nicholas and DDT to Tampines Mall for the Levi's promotion. In case you're wondering, DDT stands for Ding Dong Tong-I think Guan Zhen invented that name. It's not exactly a gang-clan sorta thing, it's just funnily weird people who makes up DDT. When I walked past the interchange, WTH! &lt;em&gt;Taufik and Sylvester&lt;/em&gt; was there!!! OohLala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, today we also took stupid neo prints (wanting's idea-) really retarded and waste of money, could have taken it to eat those cheesy balls. I find that I looked weird Er Yan said I looked like an Ahlian laoda then she changed her mind and said Halloween's over.-not funny, Bird. Wanting and Matt said I look like some biker girl. Obviously I can't be trusted with vehicles. Aiyah. Up to people to decide lah. Smelly Smily also said I had this uncanny similarity with a girl which Singaporeans know in the Aunty pic. I don't know y I wrote &lt;em&gt;Aunty&lt;/em&gt; -all Smelly SMiley's fault!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/scan0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/scan0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/scan0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/scan0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/scan0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/scan0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110095141901329816?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110095141901329816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110095141901329816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/idol-mania-twice-i-saw-idols-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110079355129637153</id><published>2004-11-19T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T08:26:16.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kay Pohs - Poking Your Noses Won't Do Any Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I never knew people would actually take note of whatever bloggers type on their blogs. From now, I'll bear in mind that I'll write in proper, uncomplicated English so as not to make life difficult for anyone or cause any unnecessary rumour mongering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't broken up with Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; although there's a but and however and IF along those lines. Just hold your horses. In my previous entry I was referring to another him--close friends would know who I'm referring to. So what if I do think about him still? It's so inevitable cause I always see him and his gf in snatch and I live near Suntec so I always pop in and out of that building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kiasuism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so screwed? I've started buying stuff and keeping them to wear for CNY. I'm kinda looking forward to next year's CNY coz it's an auspicious day for me. The 1st day of CNY is my birthday and I hope I get the best wishes which usually comes along wif CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, BEFORE TODAY, I bought 2 shirts and 1 is green with a green monkey eating a banana, the either has a pink background with the main shape of 2 red girls having sex with each other. Then I was like, damn, I better get something milder cause my Great Grand Aunt is so Bitchy and Naggy! So today I bought this FCUK shirt which says nice and sleazy, I really like the font and colour? Aiyoh! Thank God Da Yi Po Doesn't read English. I'll wear that on the 1st day of CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/762DJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/762DJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this is the nice and sleazy i'm referring to &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110079355129637153?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110079355129637153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110079355129637153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/kay-pohs-poking-your-noses-wont-do-any.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110060376878903998</id><published>2004-11-18T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T17:58:01.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pity I can't get the Bikini!!! But I love it. It's classy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110060376878903998?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110060376878903998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110060376878903998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/pity-i-cant-get-bikini-but-i-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110060190551119058</id><published>2004-11-17T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T02:48:29.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dumb Or What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Anyone who cares about feng shui and anything along those lines? Hear the Molly joke of the century: 7 years ago, my mother bought a black and white rosewood cheena* SHOE CABINET and used it for her altar table. My parents and I went to the River Valley rose wood shop and I was like Mummy, look, our current altar table! The salesgirl went That's a shoe cabinet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;My Next Target and On-going Fling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/dis%20is%20my%20boyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/dis%20is%20my%20boyfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Huggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110060190551119058?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110060190551119058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110060190551119058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/dumb-or-what-anyone-who-cares-about.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110060122205425496</id><published>2004-11-16T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T02:33:42.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eye Slashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I slashed about 10 eye lashes by half. It was painful, hurtful and gross-full. I din't realise that the sponge on the eye lash curler was out of alignment and I pressed so hard and opps, all of a sudden I had only half an eye lash length? I know it's not that obvious but it feels weird. What if eye lashes don't grow? If someone knows if they do grow please tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Idol update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gonna see them this Thursday and Friday. But they don't have anymore meet the fans session after the show at the reception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yilin&lt;/strong&gt;:          Call me if there's any nice buffets to pig out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda:&lt;/strong&gt;   Can we east landers go out? CAll me ok? I needa re-tan fell asleep at my pool's deck chair and I've got one black arm. &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/8769146-110060122205425496?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110060122205425496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110060122205425496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/eye-slashes-i-slashed-about-10-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110051574160729719</id><published>2004-11-15T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T02:37:30.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levi's Alert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today, saw my fattest Aunt in Tampines Mall. -wahahaha-. She's actually my Dad's youngest sister who also happens to eat the most in the family. Ok, what am I doing in Tampines Mall you may ask? My dearest Wanting is working in Levi's. Tsk tsk: Tomorrow starting from 12 pm, in tampines mall concourse, there's a levi's promotion. certain defected jeans will be selling from $40-$60! hahaha. Her boss said there will also be jackets and bags! I'm eyeing the white denim jacket from the latest sexy femine range. Her boss was kinda nice, aired her views on which type of jeans I should be wearing. She says that I have a huge hip bone with skinny tighs. Which is so true, my hip bones are wide, been menstrating since 10. -gross. I guess I'm in for child bearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110051574160729719?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110051574160729719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110051574160729719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/levis-alert-today-saw-my-fattest-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110052065463624154</id><published>2004-11-15T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T05:03:19.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" action="&lt;a href=" target="_new" quizid="26"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#000000" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#90bed5" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#003300" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/" quizid=" target="&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;How High Is Your Sex Drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#008ff3;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" maxlength="''" name="'in0'"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Age &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#008ff3;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" maxlength="''" name="'in1'"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gender&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#008ff3;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" maxlength="''" name="'in2'"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#083360;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Try Your Answers!" name="submit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/" border="0" width="1" userid=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eva71&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; - Taken 424182 Times.&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.blogger.com/app/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110052065463624154?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110052065463624154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110052065463624154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/form-namequizform-actionhow-high-is.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110051832790910448</id><published>2004-11-14T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T03:32:07.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Privacy Intruded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Feeling so pissed off today. Someone alerted me that an ass by the name of herfan and bomecd or something like that had posted some of my friendster pictures on that disgusting er (sggirls). ahahahahah! Some of them when we were in Sentosa. Tried emailing him but to no avail. I'm gonna sue that ass.&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/8769146-110051832790910448?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110051832790910448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110051832790910448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/privacy-intruded-feeling-so-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110027407718323943</id><published>2004-11-13T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T04:26:15.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melancholic me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm blissfully "married". I know this marriage won't work. Definitely not because of a third party but because of the surroundings and how badly I cope with changes in these surroundings. Our lives are going to be so different. Different time tables. Different teachers to laugh about. And our 1 and half month separation is definitely a catalyst to our separation. It's really hard to let go of him after spending 3 yrs with him- probably the most carefree period during one's teenage years. He can be great fun, the highest number of moments when I get really high and retarded are those spent with him. He can also get lovy dovy and wildly hot like today - giggle. We were swimming in my pool and haha it was really fun and a date I'll never forget it even after we both have moved on in our lives. -- I'm toking about Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Actually, I'm not someone who moves on in her life. I'm the sort who is constantly being forced to move on in life. Until now I still miss him, wonder how's his grades how's he and his gf. I can't help wondering which jc he'll go and how he even looks like now. I can't help it, I can never forget the people I once liked, loved, had fond memories with. Which can also turn the tables on me and say Never forget those who i hated felt disappointed with and made me angry and upset.&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/8769146-110027407718323943?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110027407718323943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110027407718323943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/melancholic-me-im-blissfully-married.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110027302548220794</id><published>2004-11-12T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T07:52:13.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone and very alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm kinda feeling sky high at the moment. Yet worried and calm at the same time. I don't know whether I can work as a Levi's girl at the Tampines Mall Branch(I was just toon late). I could really use the money. ?Fine? I'm being lame. ANYONE KNOWS HOW TO USE MONEY. Coz, the conditions are that you've gotta work for a month and I'll be leaving on the 3rd. But what's making me interested besides the money is the fact that I'm rotting. Yep, all smelly and rotten. My "darling" is going for a stupid research program and to think I actually supported that move! He's going from next Tue for 2 weeks. So I would be practically loverless. Then by the time he ends that attachment, I'll be off to iiiinnnnddddiiiaaa. When I come back, he's going for a basketball tour. He says " You must learn to understand." What's there for me to understand? A hoop and a net is available anywhere train in Singapore if you persist further! ON top of that, he wants to play a part in the Singapore food fest for tourists. All these = no time for me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-110027302548220794?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110027302548220794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110027302548220794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/alone-and-very-alone-im-kinda-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110022509749987398</id><published>2004-11-11T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:00:33.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idol update&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm beginning to sense a streak of -china pok- ness in me! Hahaha. Surprisingly, someone so guy-next-doorish would appeal to me, I am, of course, referring to Sylvester. Actually, I've never supported him since day 1, just thought he was sorta a misfit and he just didn't have the looks of becoming an idol. My heart literally melted when I heard him belt out that ballad by Jay Chou! Kk, I ate 2 packets of food last week due to over-excitment when I did that Justin rap. Gosh is the only word I can say. I just wished he sang Qi Li Xiang!&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/8769146-110022509749987398?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110022509749987398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110022509749987398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/idol-updateim-beginning-to-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-110022539106163419</id><published>2004-11-10T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:05:11.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Money Madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm so BROKE. Yesh I'm broke. got $100 on Sunday spent it on what-- salted popcorn? 2 t-shirts, some ear rings and don't know what else shit. Yeah, I'm gonna be a goodie gal and stay at home tomorrow, cause it's Deepavali. Wish I could get my hands on some home made Muruku! I stayed at home today to work, taught 3 kids and hope to lay my hands on another $100 on Tues so that I could wad-- Pig out? Yeah, I like that word.&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/8769146-110022539106163419?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110022539106163419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/110022539106163419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/money-madnessim-so-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109989397267403987</id><published>2004-11-07T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:21:24.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/no%20more%20butts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/no%20more%20butts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen up young lady, no more butts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'd just uploaded some pictures on catch the falling star of a Diva. go see.&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/8769146-109989397267403987?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109989397267403987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109989397267403987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/listen-up-young-lady-no-more-butts-id.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109989390326629069</id><published>2004-11-07T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:07:34.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/actinglianxzxzxz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/actinglianxzxzxz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah lianxzxzxzxzxzx........lolxzxzxzxz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;These are only some of the many retarded pictures that we took at PasirRis on Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I've just uploaded the rest on the link which says catch the falling star of a diva. Any, I do change and add photos on both links rather often. Go check it out!&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/8769146-109989390326629069?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109989390326629069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109989390326629069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/ah-lianxzxzxzxzxzx.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109945661566390260</id><published>2004-11-05T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:09:12.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try this love machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" border="1"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;LOVES&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffd7d7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;21022&lt;br /&gt;3124&lt;br /&gt;436&lt;br /&gt;79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love Level: 79&lt;/span&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/loves/loves.php" method="post"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Name 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input name="firstname"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input name="secondname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Start up the LOVES-o-Meter!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/loves/loves.php"&gt;Loves-O-Meter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-109945661566390260?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109945661566390260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109945661566390260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/try-this-love-machine-chelsea-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109971975965193638</id><published>2004-11-04T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:10:28.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's Charity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Chinese and OP's over... Kinda relieved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today I was at Bugis Junction and I came across a pair of Lians and Bengs. They were actually one of those who would sell vouchers for some children's home. I can't help but 2 say, they really force people to buy such things. I really hate the way Singapore has to push people to donate. We will donate so stop pushing us and it's up to us whether we want to and stop pressurising us to buy anything. It's so bery disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-109971975965193638?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109971975965193638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109971975965193638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/whats-charity-chinese-and-ops-over.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109940309196724638</id><published>2004-11-03T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:43:43.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="&lt;a href=" method="post"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How to make a Chelsea Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part friendliness&lt;br /&gt;3 parts humour&lt;br /&gt;3 parts beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little lovability if desired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&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/8769146-109940309196724638?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109940309196724638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109940309196724638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/form-action-how-to-make-chelsea.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109940260886681350</id><published>2004-11-02T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T05:52:13.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the latest art piece by Sir Kenneth. LOLS. Really honoured that he took up my request out of the many he's had and drew this for me. The up and coming Da Vinci Dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/1024/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 319px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 197px" height="229" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2235/400/6.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sold! For 5 rupees! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-109940260886681350?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109940260886681350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109940260886681350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/heres-latest-art-piece-by-sir-kenneth.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109929271521559962</id><published>2004-11-01T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:17:03.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personal Report&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Miss K was actually so SWEET. Seriously, I was actually trembling when I called extension 28. No, my ma wasn't there at all. I had to sign my group written report. Mind you, I was one week late. But she was so accommodating when Mr Lam explained to her my reasons. When I called her, she came out to explain that she can't let me sign now because our report is right at the bottom of her stack and it's toooooooooooo heavy to lift it. She was so nice. She touched me and patted me on the shoulder.&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/8769146-109929271521559962?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109929271521559962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109929271521559962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/11/personal-report-miss-k-was-actually-so.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109929294521702953</id><published>2004-10-31T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T05:39:59.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;GHEEDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is freaky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There were many things that she mentioned in her sms to Nicholas today. But what struck me as hilarious was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I used you(Nicholas) as a cover up for someone else that I like. WAHAHAHAHHA&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/8769146-109929294521702953?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109929294521702953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109929294521702953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/gheedais-freaky-and-insane-there-were.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109929238447551852</id><published>2004-10-29T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:11:17.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idol Update&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;He's out! He's out! He's out! He's out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Actually, I'm HAPPY that Chrisypoo has left Singapore Idol. He's a candy to see live but I literally cringed when I heard him sing. Go to Moulin Rouge boy, I think that's where you belong, take over Ewan Mcgreggor(fuk, how do you spell his name?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;IF Christopher don't leave that means one of the babes has gotta go. I really don't want Olinda to leave. Ok, although she's the ugliest among the few survivors, HER VOICE and TALENT is the best. I've been voting for her loyally for since the time when she was still oh-so tom boyish. She brings laughter on stage all the time, so steady- ah.&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/8769146-109929238447551852?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109929238447551852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109929238447551852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/idol-updatehes-out-hes-out-hes-out-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109912012819968702</id><published>2004-10-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:12:37.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dating Tips for Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=569"&gt;if u luv this guy nd dont want to lose him read this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=568"&gt;Dont call to much&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=564"&gt;communicate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=562"&gt;breaking up&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=559"&gt;Nothing wrong with liking your best friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=554"&gt;on the first date&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=548"&gt;Be YOU!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=546"&gt;Bessi Mates!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=532"&gt;keep things open&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=526"&gt;Dont move to fast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=520"&gt;His girl friends&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=515"&gt;let him know - no unclear drama&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=503"&gt;forgive if he's worth it!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=502"&gt;people people&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=498"&gt;admiration and appreciation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=492"&gt;Girls&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=491"&gt;Don't push him&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datingtips.ws/showtip.php?tipid=487"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nag, or irritate by calling too often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All these are links to a website&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-109912012819968702?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109912012819968702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109912012819968702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/dating-tips-for-girls-if-u-luv-this.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109911942142953424</id><published>2004-10-26T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:16:05.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B.B.B = Bubbly Bath Beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It happened as a result of my mother's kiasuism. Some PUB man came round my house around 5 and said water supplies would be cut from 6 onwards to maybe 10! kk..over reacting, my ma filled a bath tub of water just in case the rest of my family would come back late and would go to bed all smelly and shitty.There's only 4 of us in the family, that's why i said my ma is over reacting. In the end, the water was "wasted" (before i came into the picture) as everyone guai guai come back early. . I reallywannted a bubble bath for myself but there wasn't any shower gel left coz Nicholas took the last one! Ma was fairly sweet, she allowed me to use her Dior shower gel which she rarely used . For that, ma gets a kiss *muacks. Sat, stoned, slipt, swam and scrubbed. After an hour, I smetl far from rotten! here.&lt;/span&gt; Lols.&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/8769146-109911942142953424?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109911942142953424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109911942142953424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/b.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109876299381467731</id><published>2004-10-25T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T15:39:29.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Right now, I'm just scared that my principal would receive that email too soon, as in before 3 pm or before the end of the day and realise that I'm not in school. But, I swear I will go to school tomorrow because there's OP dry run and I promised JieFang "no pangseh". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just after the Promos, my ma and I went to meet Mr Chan Soo Sen, a minister of state for Education. He gave me good advice which helped me reach a decision regarding my education path.He and my ma had been communicating via email and she was a correspondent-- to what went on during the meeting between my parents and the P. Well, I'm glad to say after 2 nudges from Mr Chan, my mother has agreed to allow Mr Chan to forward the email which expressed her unhappiness after meeting the P. On top of that, he gave a reference letter to "push" the P. But now, I'm worried that once she got hold of the email, she would get in touch of me, but when is the problem. I didn't go to school today. I know she has to respond to that email which came from a minister as that is her indirect boss I presume. But I really hate going for lessons. I hope she understands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; I can't believe I was so superficial as to make my JAE form look like a school ranking form, of course with the absence of some schools like HC, RJ and aJc as HC and RJ. Now, for everything that I do, I have to do better. I have to compete with the dragon babies. Not that I believe that every single one of them is smarter but one has to agree that competition is stiffer and tougher with them around.&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/8769146-109876299381467731?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109876299381467731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109876299381467731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/right-now-im-just-scared-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109867079240400788</id><published>2004-10-24T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:39:22.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Must I always say my personal reasons out. Ain't they supposed to be private and confidential?&lt;br /&gt;I really wish DP would give in to me and no more crab from them anymore. Fretting Innocence is worse than acting like Minnie Mouse. Knew it, trust them to do such a thing. Gonna see her later. I hope she's much kinder than the P.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BrEaThe iN &amp; oUt cHeLsEa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Looking at the brighter side of life. Can't wait, *screams, the hol's coming in like 4 days time? It's going to be the busiest hols I've ever had. 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd week of Nov, we're going visit Aunt Kae in England. I'm looking forward to spend 2 weeks of quality time in December with only my dear ma and my dear jie! No Da-da. I bet my dear hiao-po must be wondering- Chelsea, you don't "ku-ku" how you gonna enjoy India? Though you've always hated them and low hygiene standards? But this time, it's going to be different, I swear. It's North India and Nepal, holy-land-pilgrimage-tour I'm talking about here, so I shouldn't grumble or complain during the journey. Yeah, after that, I'm finally coming home to spend Christmas in Singapore. WHAT CRAB. Christmas without snow. So dear Nicholas, you've gotta arrange  your time wisely and don't go running of to the A Star research thingy with her. When I get back I'll scream. Anyway, I think I could bring back a nice white-I if you really love I-s. haha. Sorry for being mean. &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/8769146-109867079240400788?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109867079240400788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109867079240400788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/must-i-always-say-my-personal-reasons_24.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109866869980326217</id><published>2004-10-23T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:18:23.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIENDSHIP BALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A simple friend has never seen you cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A real friend asks you why you took so long to call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A real friend seeks to help you with your problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A real friend could blackmail you with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A real friend expects to always be there for you&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/8769146-109866869980326217?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109866869980326217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109866869980326217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/friendship-ball-simple-friend-has_23.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109845699328081491</id><published>2004-10-22T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T08:19:22.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm sorry. Today's my blog's really boring. Sorry Hiao po. I know you prefer Caine's and Peng Cheng's and not mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. A girl by the name of Gita entered my life and I freaked out. I was screaming.--Sorry Carmen. She claims I threatened her because of Nicholas, generally, what I would assume is "Stay away from him". She also claims that she always go to school with Nicholas coz they live in Seng Kang as well. So, it was me, her mean devil spoiling their friendship. I felt so urghish when knew she's been claiming that she's close to Nicholas. Hell, even people in NYJC knows about this shit too. Who Nicholas is close to I know better I was with him for 3 yrs dear girl. On top of that she was happy that I wanna leave school and upon knowing some1 else overheard her, she immediately felt sad. When my friend burst her bubble by saying Chelsea's getting promoted, her face went -blank-. Next, can I have Chelsea's number? I wanna clear the air and be friends with her.  Now it is I who feels threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed OBVIOUSLY. Called to varify and clarify stuff. Double checked and re confirmed that Nicholas always go to school on the same train as Porky and Z. Didn't know Nicholas needed more "body guards" (okok, jkjk, entertainers). And he only went on the same train once with her and boarded the same taxi once as well. That was of course with the presence of Porky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the "threatening" issue. I'm kinda fortunate that I have a dictionary on the toolbar! So it was kinda convinient to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;threat·en v. threat·ened, threat·en·ing, threat·ens. v. –tr. 1. To express a threat against. 2. To be a source of danger to; menace. 3. To give signs or warning of; portend. 4. To announce the possibility of in a threat. v. –intr. 1. To express or use threats. 2. To indicate danger or harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I triple checked in a form of a check list that I didn't sms her, email her, send letters, touch her physically or had any verbal interaction with her. ERRRR her idea of a threat from me was once, and only once, we didn't have enuff tables and chairs in the geog room. So all of us a51ers had 2 take those chairs with tables adjointed to them to the geog room. She says that i gave her that look and kicked the chair to express my "bushuang"-ness. After the Geog lesson, the class emerged and altogether we gave her the "bushuang"-ness as well. I'm not gang leader, I have zero influence on anyone and I don't ask people to listen to instructions. Didn't know Singaporean's Kaypohness of looking in2 lessons would cause so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked to comment about "I always go to school with Nicholas" issue, she hollered "I want to talk about the issue regarding the threats!", " I've gotta go for meeting~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually smsed Nicholas weeks ago to ask me to stay away from her. Who's she to make Nicholas listen to her? Nicholas called me instead of replying her. I swear I told him I don't know who's Gita but I know a Gitra! That Gitra's cool man. Knew her through Percussion Fest when I was youthful! Played drums better than most guys and she's totally talented! Ya. Far from the other you-know-who. I swear I don't know how she looks like. That Hiao po just told me to remember they are very qia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disturbed.disturbed.disturbed. Lucky thing there's something called online blogs. I'll die just writing so much on pen and paper. &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/8769146-109845699328081491?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109845699328081491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109845699328081491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-sorry_109845699328081491.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109837496321240119</id><published>2004-10-21T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T09:16:45.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Gossipping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rumour Mongering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Breaking Promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Making life difficult for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pretending to be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All these are worse than being irresponsible--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; regarding school work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-109837496321240119?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109837496321240119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109837496321240119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/gossipping.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109837436143619345</id><published>2004-10-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T08:59:21.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My Happy Ending"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was it something You said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't leave me hanging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a city so deadHeld up so high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But so are they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they don't know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the shit that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nice to know that you were there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And letting me know we were done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-109837436143619345?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109837436143619345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109837436143619345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-happy-endinglets-talk-this-overits.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109818106147646814</id><published>2004-10-19T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:50:58.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Know You're Chinese When....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You eat all meals in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.&lt;br /&gt;You always leave your shoes at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them.&lt;br /&gt;You don't own any real Tupperware -- only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.&lt;br /&gt;You've eaten a red bean or corn Popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel. (hahaha... ghetto)&lt;br /&gt;These travel snacks are always dried. As in not just dried plums, dried ginger, and beef/pork jerky, but dried cuttlefish (SQUID).&lt;br /&gt;Your parents vehemently refuse the sack of gold coin oranges that their guests just brought just to be courteous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You beat eggs with chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;You're a wok user.&lt;br /&gt;You like congee with thousand year old eggs.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached -- it means they're fresh.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten rice, even if it's midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents tell you to boil herbs and stay inside when you get sick. They also tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods because they produce hot air.&lt;br /&gt;You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents are never happy with your grades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;You suck on fish heads and fish fins.&lt;br /&gt;You have more than five remotes in your house.&lt;br /&gt;You leave the plastic on the lampshade for ten years or more.&lt;br /&gt;You can't bear to throw things away.&lt;br /&gt;Your dad washes his hair four times a day, or never at all.&lt;br /&gt;You've worn glasses at least since the second grade. &lt;br /&gt;You've never seen your parents hug.&lt;br /&gt;Your grandmother lives with you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;You say "aiya!" and "wah!" frequently.&lt;br /&gt;You love to play mah jong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You have a big aquarium filled with colorful fish somewhere in your house.&lt;br /&gt;You notice the main topic at family get-togethers is food.&lt;br /&gt;You seldom ever owned new clothes if you were a second child.&lt;br /&gt;Your folks never speak under 10 decibels at family gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother made you peel water chestnuts and snow peas.&lt;br /&gt;You received little red envelopes containing money on special occasions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You use the underside of a porcelain bowl to sharpen your knives. &lt;br /&gt;Your parents collect jade jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;You use doilies to decorate your furniture.&lt;br /&gt;Your grandmother rapped your knuckles with her chopsticks while reaching food with your fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8769146-109818106147646814?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109818106147646814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109818106147646814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-know-youre-chinese-when.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769146.post-109808361171810916</id><published>2004-10-18T15:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T05:33:55.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm just so bored today. Ok, stop nagging, I know i'm supposed to be in school, but my lessons only start  @ 11:15, thus it means I'LL HAVE NO TRANSPORT!. I'm figuring out how 2 improve this blog . Okay with Cindy's and Christine's help. Thanks Dears. Today was a quiet day,only heard Yogi's barking which is already very rare and hardly any human voices. I was kinda half hearted to go town or anywhere, so I decided not to man! I don't know i'm really dreading to go back to school, gotta get back all the results(it's not as unexpected as i predicted), do PW (that's something i really dread a lot too). I LOVE assignments yep, just not &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;PW, I simply don't understand. I can foresee that my lack of enthusiasm is just gonna get me in deep sh *t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; and gonna pissed jief and tracy big time. I just wanna let out a big "PHEW" and "SIGH" man. Don't ask me why. &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/8769146-109808361171810916?l=talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109808361171810916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769146/posts/default/109808361171810916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesofafallenangel.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-just-so-bored-today.html' title=''/><author><name>FaLLeN AngeL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10377145050936806150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
