<?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-1414364586051362883</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:26:51.242-08:00</updated><category term='click to relink'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='the devil'/><category term='sins'/><category term='back'/><category term='love happens'/><category term='august'/><category term='badminton'/><category term='my style'/><category term='emma roberts'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='school uniform'/><category term='harrods'/><category term='strawberries'/><category term='pack'/><category term='hair'/><category term='daddy long legs'/><category term='room'/><category term='lost in Hong Kong'/><category term='bloody boring'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='highlightED'/><category term='sushi'/><category term='tenterden'/><category term='internet'/><category term='draw'/><category term='englander'/><category term='ill'/><category term='underground'/><category term='little cousin&apos;s birthday'/><category term='joyce'/><category term='6 points of summer which i shall obey'/><category term='eclipse'/><category term='new phone'/><category term='mek denim'/><category term='new email'/><category term='sluts and hoes'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='special'/><category term='brown hair'/><category term='topicless'/><category term='L'/><category term='abercrombie.fitch'/><category term='gullible'/><category term='blending machine'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='lost'/><category term='jeans'/><category term='american'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='dress'/><category term='keychains'/><category term='hesitation'/><category term='dream'/><category term='serial killers'/><category term='pot noodles'/><category term='book'/><category term='late'/><category term='satisfaction'/><category term='bikini'/><category term='idiocy'/><category term='paracetamol'/><category term='levi'/><category term='benenden'/><category term='denim skirts'/><category term='miserable'/><category term='problems'/><category term='mean girls'/><category term='toilet restaurant'/><category term='highlights'/><category term='languages'/><category term='HEELS'/><category term='death note'/><category term='exx cookie'/><category term='busy'/><category term='team'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fashion designer'/><category term='moth'/><title type='text'>taaash♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-3205982519232965183</id><published>2009-11-18T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:54:13.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='click to relink'/><title type='text'>goodbye! and hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;RELINK BITCHES(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to the one and only:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovethereality.blogspot.com"&gt;WWW.LOVETHEREALITY.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovethereality.blogspot.com"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; 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and the people in my dorm just then was blaming me and my new laptop for tealing all the internet connections. and im just like, i CANT FUCKING STEAL INTERNET CONECTIONS. its just that their laptops are slow, and mines more MORDERN thats why its fast. but anyways i dont like them, because they bitch too much about everyone. and they are sluts. so now i like people rom norris(: and they are really nice and i canreally talk to them. and i dont care about being "popular" because that is plain crap-talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to finish my noodles. ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-5307296909196267174?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/5307296909196267174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-do-not-steal-internet-connections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5307296909196267174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5307296909196267174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-do-not-steal-internet-connections.html' title='i do not steal internet connections.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-2770288117327675637</id><published>2009-10-20T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:30:34.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abercrombie.fitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mek denim'/><title type='text'>PS. i think i just fell in love with my designer jeans(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mek denim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;heard of it? &lt;div&gt;yes you should have. if not, you have not experienced the word called "jeans". &lt;i&gt;i can't even describe how comfy they are&lt;/i&gt;(:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad just came home, with one big bag full of mek denim jeans, and i just ripped all those plastic pockets apart, ran into the room with them, and tried each of them. some fitted perfectly while some were a teeny bit too long): and i just realized how &lt;b&gt;short&lt;/b&gt; i was. but in anyway, i am so so so grateful for them(: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(if you are reading this by any chance). besides from the texture itself, the cutting and the design itself is beyond extraordinary. i just can't wait to wear them. which is &lt;i&gt;tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;. yes i am THAT excited to wear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;abercrombie&amp;amp;fitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, i went shopping there yesterday, spent quite alot:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i am really happy. i have just made a whole new complete wardrobe:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, tatiana, enjoy(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whopee(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just love the jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they're MINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-2770288117327675637?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/2770288117327675637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps-i-think-i-just-fell-in-love-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2770288117327675637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2770288117327675637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps-i-think-i-just-fell-in-love-with-my.html' title='PS. i think i just fell in love with my designer jeans(:'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-2869250315195549870</id><published>2009-10-17T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:05:08.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paracetamol'/><title type='text'>hello again, hong kong(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;relief spread through my fingers as they now are able to finally feel the luxury touch of the macintosh keyboards which i love. they are just brilliant buttons i tell you&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't really get me sometimes, with such dramatic openings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i took the flight back to hong kong yesterday and i arrived today around 1.11 pm? yeah, i boarded the plane in england around 6.30. and i was a UM. Unaccompanied Minor. so basically, i have to put on a tag, and i get priority for everything, and those hostess bring me around the place so i won't get lost as that is my destiny. well, i am so glad that i am now in hong kong because i was so scared that i couldn't come back because of my cold. &lt;div&gt;before i left the school i asked for some medicine and &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt;, all they could give me was paracetamol (pain killers) and strepsils (don't tell me you don't know that because, really you should know that basic thing). Medical Center at Benenden is &lt;i&gt;ALMOST&lt;/i&gt; useless, because&lt;i&gt; no matter how sick you get, they just offer you paracetamol&lt;/i&gt;. it don't really cure you, in fact it doesn't even do anything at all, but to soothe you from all the pain that is why its is named as a painkiller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i asked for some PAINKILLERS before i left to the airport, and some strepsils. they ran out of orange, so i had to try the pink one, strawberry, which didn't taste half as bad surprisingly. but i still like that honey and lemon thingy(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;but now, i am now back so its safe now(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash&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/1414364586051362883-2869250315195549870?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/2869250315195549870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-again-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2869250315195549870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2869250315195549870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-again-hong-kong.html' title='hello again, hong kong(:'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-2840545476710678558</id><published>2009-10-14T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:45:46.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill'/><title type='text'>ill</title><content type='html'>yes i am ill for goodness sake. and its WEDNESDAY. and my flight is on FRIDAY. and i have to be well before friday or else i can't get back to hong kong. and i am so depressed about it all the time, and lets just hope that i will feel better(: actually i had a temperature last night of 39 degrees celcius and i went to the matron took pills went back to sleep with this horrible soar throat. and now i just finished sucking my orange strepsil. and i am drinking so much water that i think i just flooded my stomach. and i missed supper so i will have to get myself some cup noodles later. poor me. well, basically, today i missed the whole day of school and i was just in bed sleeping and resting. and the dorm next to my dorm (lord rothmere) everyone is ill. connie went home today so did izzy and leah went back home. only mindy and letty are healthy. i think i caught the bug that has been going around the whole school. and it sucks. but i just ope i can board the plane on the 16th. like seriously. ohh and yes let me upload something...&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/StYik-d5n0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/IHRf4pi-hqM/s320/8918_301761775157_714590157_9136531_6217896_n.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392535622461792066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the thing i drew in art class, aint it a cute little thing? well, i meant not htat my drawing is any good, but i mean, real life chinchilla's those adorable shy furballs. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but any ways i drew that in art, and yippee me i like it(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-2840545476710678558?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/2840545476710678558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2840545476710678558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2840545476710678558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill.html' title='ill'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/StYik-d5n0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/IHRf4pi-hqM/s72-c/8918_301761775157_714590157_9136531_6217896_n.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-3828011950749919770</id><published>2009-10-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:43:56.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love happens'/><title type='text'>love happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;movie day(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, we get to go watch a movie and we have choices like love happens and something like meatball, blah blah. but i'm interested in love happens as jennifer aniston is starring in it(: and i speak francias(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can't believe it, theres another week until i get back to HK, and then i can do some serious shopping and ice cream eating. and argh i'm just getting so excited!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over&amp;amp;out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-3828011950749919770?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/3828011950749919770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3828011950749919770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3828011950749919770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-happens.html' title='love happens'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-4969836194305112031</id><published>2009-10-06T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:34:28.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='languages'/><title type='text'>languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Spanish, Latin, English, Cantonese, Mandarin, Japanese&lt;/b&gt; are currently all the languages i'm taking up. and really, it is not easy, considering the fact that i flunked my chinese really badly. and spanish, &lt;b&gt;oh my god&lt;/b&gt;. like really, &lt;i&gt;oh my god&lt;/i&gt;. i can't handle that. i have a spanish test, next thursday, on one whole chapter. and i barely even get the spelling correct. and latin. well, latin is actually alright, and i think i will be taking it up for GCSE. Cantonese, well...how should i put it? direct to the point:&lt;i&gt;i can't speak it as well as i could before&lt;/i&gt;...okay, i can't even talk properly before so i think you can imagine how bad my chinese deteriorated as i now speak &lt;b&gt;cantonese with some english in it&lt;/b&gt;. and english, that really isn't a problem with me, as i just got back my most recent Romeo&amp;amp;Juliet essay, and i was told that it was a good piece but, now i finally realized that i have an American accent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conclusion: &lt;b&gt;oh my gawd&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;americanish&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over&amp;amp;out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-4969836194305112031?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/4969836194305112031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/languages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4969836194305112031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4969836194305112031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/languages.html' title='languages'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-8209031853266994222</id><published>2009-10-04T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:08:19.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tenterden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy long legs'/><title type='text'>daddy long legs</title><content type='html'>basically, i went to a tee pee camp yesterday night, since itwas a saturday. so the camp tent was massive, shaped like a cone. it was really really cool. and so i was in it and omg. there was a million of daddy long legs EVERYWHERE. it was big and scary. so after we settled in, we went to the lax pitch and had hot chocolates and chatted. we also had crisps and kit kats so it was quite nice, but once we got warm and cozy in the tent, the daddy long legs were whizzing all over the place, and izzy k had to kill them for me(: but overall it was fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenterden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what i actually wanted to talk about. that is the reason for why i didnt make the post above sound interesting. so basically, sophie g, judy c, sabrina m, and i went to tenterden. we took an hour to dress up and ran all the way to the bus stop, and then it turned out to be that we are very early, so we just sat there, and sophie had judy to help her put on make up. ugh. and then we took the bus and i paid for sophie's fare, when we got there omg. judy had decided to pierce her ears, and we just all went in with her, and she got them done(: it and then, we ate in this place called the lemon tree, and we saw our teacher, Mr. Sage, he is a really nice guy. so after we finish we went to shop. and it was kind of boring because most of the stuff were really girly. so after that, we went to buy TUCK(: and apparently, we bought ice cream, and after we paid, we realized that we only have 5 minutes to run to the bus stop. we ran all the way to the bus stop, sabrina leading the way, but when we got to the bus stop, sabrina, kept running. we called for her but she thought she was doing the right thing, and ignored us. we ran after her, and in the end, we MISSED the bus. and the next bus will be at 5.30. i was really angry apparently. because now the ice cream is going to melt. we went to a playground ate the non-melted ice cream took pictures etc, (: yes and it seems like im not in the mood to blog right now, so tata(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. im coming back in...2 weeks!!! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over&amp;amp;out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-8209031853266994222?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/8209031853266994222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/daddy-long-legs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/8209031853266994222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/8209031853266994222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/daddy-long-legs.html' title='daddy long legs'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-5770784190537575501</id><published>2009-10-01T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:11:46.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new email'/><title type='text'>new email.</title><content type='html'>hello dearies, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its finally time to change my email, &lt;i&gt;gone with the old and back with the new&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;taaash.x3@hotmail.com&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;add me, and msn me(: haha, i always thought it was a hassle to change, but, this time, i shall bear with it. well, because i really dislike my old one as i had to type so many dots. so now add me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, im actually supposed to be doing my prep but i am not bothered, so i am just going to blog, since i am so lucky that everyone left today, so i am by myself in the dorm, and i CAN'T let anyone in my dorm see this, because i bitched a little about the moth-bullie(: whatever. i want a new lap top): my NEC laptop, EATS the battery, ever so quickly. and I can &lt;b&gt;TOUCH&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;TYPE&lt;/i&gt;. hahhaa(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-5770784190537575501?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/5770784190537575501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-email.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5770784190537575501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5770784190537575501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-email.html' title='new email.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-4752722262115557687</id><published>2009-09-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:52:51.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gullible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiocy'/><title type='text'>bold, italic, underline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;gullible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is much to big of a problem when you are in a boarding school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i realized not only i am an &lt;u&gt;idiot&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a very &lt;b&gt;gullible&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;slash&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;idiot&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;gullible&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;i&gt;idiocy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that is not good. i get tricked all the time and its pretty awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to change to be a more &lt;b&gt;intelligent&lt;/b&gt; person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, that seems impossible, because i was like born to be an idiot. &lt;i&gt;well, literally&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so lets just hope i can become smarter, and upgrade my level to be a regular person with a regular idiocy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over&amp;amp;out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-4752722262115557687?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/4752722262115557687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/09/bold-italic-underline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4752722262115557687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4752722262115557687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/09/bold-italic-underline.html' title='bold, italic, underline.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-7181920632297287606</id><published>2009-09-23T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:34:12.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>lost in school is not cool at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;one week: six times&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in one week, i can get lost at least &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;six&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; times. its actually getting unbelievable, as this is already the &lt;i&gt;third&lt;/i&gt; week i am in Benenden. so today, God planned for me that, today shall be my &lt;b&gt;misfortunate&lt;/b&gt; day. actually i started of waking up late, swished both my legs of the bed and it seems like i swished them at the wrong side of the bed, and ended up swishing them&lt;i&gt; right into the wall&lt;/i&gt;, which i had cursed angrily at it, not only i have two massive bruises on my knee, i was late for my very first lesson, Science. And of course, since i was dreadfully late, i had no one to walk with and ended up walking through the whole Science block and after five minutes, i found the class. i went in, got a "late" next to my attendance record. okay, that was actually bad enough but i was going to the Medical Centre, and i got lost again. and i was late for 10 minutes, plus the 5 minutes time which i got lost. later, i was supposed to go for my &lt;i&gt;guitar lesson&lt;/i&gt;, and guess what? i was late. i got so lost again, and ended up in some random place which i think where the LASS(school shop) is. after that guitar lesson, i went back to House. and i was happily chatting away with someone, Leah, came into my dorm suddenly, and before i could even greet her, she asked me, "&lt;b&gt;Aren't you supposed to be having Mandarin lesson?&lt;/b&gt;". i froze, my blood went cold. and i ran out of the room with my prep diary and pencil case, and i got&lt;b&gt; LOST&lt;/b&gt;. i was wandering everywhere and when i finally found the class, i grinned, and when i tried to open the door, it didn't budge and i made slamming noises, until Jackie had to open the door for me. and when i sat down. i realized i have only TEN minutes left of class. that was definitely not the funniest thing around. it was &lt;b&gt;dreadfully&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;embarrassing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over&amp;amp;out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-7181920632297287606?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/7181920632297287606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-in-school-is-not-cool-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badminton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team'/><title type='text'>team up with me. but you'll lose, because its badminton</title><content type='html'>guess, what. actually itd be quite hard for you to guess, so nevermind, i will just tell you instead.&lt;br /&gt;well, i went to this club in school its called the badminton club. and i went because harriet asked me to. so i went and i just took a racket and started plaing, then the coach came in, and laterlike five minutes later after i started playing, he came up to me, and asked how long i was playing badminton and i told him that i actually get training lessons in hong kong. then he asked if i was in any tournaments, but i said i wasnt because i chickened out, which was trueP:then he told me suddenly, that he will arrange some badminton matches, junior matches with another girl, whos in the sixth form, so we can play asa duo. and now im really happy, because someone finally realized my badminton skills. yay(: haha now im all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i gottago, watch movies. i borrowed from the library(: ttyl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-5621286049072782015?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/5621286049072782015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/09/team-up-with-me-but-youll-lose-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5621286049072782015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5621286049072782015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/09/team-up-with-me-but-youll-lose-because.html' title='team up with me. but you&apos;ll lose, because its badminton'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-3651704811709424531</id><published>2009-09-17T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:08:55.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean girls'/><title type='text'>girls bitch. get a life.</title><content type='html'>i bitch too. and i should too get a life. but sometimes, &lt;em&gt;some things are really way over the top&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the bottle of emotions in me right now, had just overflowed&lt;/strong&gt;. and it probably overflowed so much that, it flooded. i wish it could also drown me. but it didnt. but i probably drowned the dust on the table with my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im new to benenden, and its hard. ofcourse its hard to fit in, but the thing is, i'm terrified of moths. and all those creepy crawlies and this certain someone who i will call "XXXX" in this blog post, she &lt;strong&gt;put&lt;/strong&gt; a moth on me. she &lt;strong&gt;threw&lt;/strong&gt; a moth at me. she &lt;em&gt;put&lt;/em&gt; a moth on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and i think that is not just fun. its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over the line. i would really have punched them but, i can't do anything since i'm &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt;. and i didn't even talk back, and tried to control my emotions, but now, i just want to change dorm. everyone is so nice in other dorms, except my dorm, filled with crazy idiots, who don't know when to stop. all other people are really nice except my dor,m, i keep forgiving them, but this time, a moth on my head, its way over it. i can't stand it. i have to bear it all. i want to change dorms. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-3651704811709424531?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/3651704811709424531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-2899498825425501789</id><published>2009-09-07T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:26:33.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hesitation'/><title type='text'>shrouded in mysteric emotions</title><content type='html'>don't ever underestimate words. they are powerful things because to describe how i am feeling right now, i need a word, that completely explains that a person is going to be changed in a good way, and also in a way that she will never be the same person as before, its unstoppable and unpredicted. &lt;em&gt;Frisdom&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Dreadnaciousness&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Malbominance&lt;/em&gt;? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am more like, completely lost. not like the type of lost when you get lost in a labyrinth or a maze, or being stuck in a newspaper crossword puzzle. &lt;strong&gt;i'm lost within my own inexplicable and yet enigmatic emotions.&lt;/strong&gt; those emotions are so thick that it just blinds me from seeing my own future. you ask me if i'm sad? no i'm not exactly feeling that way. excited? not how i would express it. happy? not the right word. tired? yes, of saying all these words which none fits me right now. i just want to clarify my own feelings, but it feels impossible to do that alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i am going to study overseas myself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats easier to say it aloud. but for me, after i say it. i &lt;em&gt;hesitate&lt;/em&gt;. then, i realized i &lt;strong&gt;regret&lt;/strong&gt; this. then i &lt;strong&gt;hesitate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. and realize how &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; i am to leave and abolish my own shameful little world, filled with &lt;em&gt;pain&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;misery&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;lies&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. with all that hesitation, i finally concluded to myself that i won't go any further with all this tangled emotions within me, and i will finally have to start sorting it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i am already in England, London. and its already the EIGHTH. and i will be in the school on the NINTH. and the truth is, &lt;em&gt;i was so blinded that i just then realized that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i am at a point of no return. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have five luggages with me. i  had my uniform and name tags all sewn. i bought everything i need. and if i just retreat from all this preparartion which i have started 3 years ago. &lt;strong&gt;i would really have become biggest idiot in the universe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which i now think i currently achieved on being the worlds greatest idiot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i start signing as the idiot?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-2899498825425501789?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/2899498825425501789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/09/shrouded-in-mysteric-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2899498825425501789'/><link rel='self' 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term='strawberries'/><title type='text'>underground</title><content type='html'>london undergrounds are currently my new obsession. they are old, antique, scary in a way. the don't really go choo-choo-choo, instead, they go...chuk-chuk-chuk? no. its like goo-choo-goo-choo. or maybe its more like, guk-chuk-guk-chuk. yeah, something like that, and the same time i realize that, i realized how sad i am, because i actually made those sounds as i typed. but i love the underground, because they are just sso cute. you can get lost there easily, but its just cool. and they have "octopus" cards like in hong kong but they are called"oyster" cards. ahha, yeas, a big seafood platter came into my mind when i realized that teeny fact. but, isnt that so cute?so, its currently 12.27 am now in london. and i am planning to walk my way to Harrods. (surprisingly its really close, Harrods is in Knightsbridge and my hotel, Millennium Hotel is also located in Knightsbridge.) so, after i post this, i will be there, and i will have to buy my quilt and clothes. so yeas, its really some big shopping(: which is awesome. but unfortunately, todays weather isnt really good. there clouds, but you cant see the blue sky. and it looks like its going to have a draatastic weather change. so, i better wear more. and i bought my sister a rugby shirt, and i ate pizza, and those are just minor details of what i did yeasterday, but really, i miss hong kong. no i don't. i miss my friends. only them. i really miss them, and i realized just how much i needed them when i am such in an crisis like now. like what to do with all those strawberries which i haven't finish. shall i eat them all and get fat? or stuff them somewhere, and pretend as if nothing had happened. i pick 2. but i would feel really sorry for all those cute little juicy red strawberries. okay, i think i need to leave. but i still can't decide what to do with all those strawberries):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-4553597291712039778?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/4553597291712039778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/09/underground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4553597291712039778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4553597291712039778'/><link rel='alternate' 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&lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;? i think i'll pick the second one. because i know i am awesome. but anyway, i boarded the plane at 3, and arrived in England 13 hours later, it was tiring because i never had a wink of sleep. &lt;em&gt;poor&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;. then, when i arrived in the hotel, i bathe, and slept, then on the 3rd of september, i went to &lt;strong&gt;Staplehurst&lt;/strong&gt;, where my school is, and went on to try the school uniform. and guess what? i LOVE it. its just so adorable! i'm having this kind of reaction because i think &lt;em&gt;i have seen enough of ugly uniforms&lt;/em&gt; in Hong Kong, like etc. SISHK's. my new school uniform is those fold skirts, in checkerds. and a shirt, on top, plain white, and you do not tuck it in, and then you put on a sweater. navy blue sweater. and it just looks great. andi have claimed my PINK trunk, and it was very very very &lt;em&gt;PINK&lt;/em&gt;, like hot pink, which is just so pretty. then, yeah, i got a new UK Vodafone number, which means i won't be able to see those who text me anymore. but i will be updating the blog for you guys(: i went back to the hotel, and went to &lt;em&gt;CHINATOWN&lt;/em&gt;(: and ate these things, but hong kong's chinese food is much much better. then, tonight i plan on to have sushi. yum okay, i don't thinki  should be saying too much, well, more like, i told you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-9012489600424999635?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/9012489600424999635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/09/englander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/9012489600424999635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/9012489600424999635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/09/englander.html' title='an englander'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-3615757471519318147</id><published>2009-08-31T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:03:42.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keychains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyce'/><title type='text'>"....at least you laughed."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;september second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not far from now): i will be flying to UK, in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days&lt;/span&gt;. it really scares me now somehow. i miss everything around me. and many people are asking me out to important dinners, its really tiring): and yay, i got a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEW PHONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(: &lt;a href="http://review.nate.com/img/org/8462557/review/1/2/0"&gt;LG KF 350&lt;/a&gt; (white) and yeah, my uncle got it for me. well, in a way, he have some special connections thats why he got it for free(: and his cooperate company had a whole bunch of twilight bookmarks, so i went to get some. and of course, to blog about my day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went out with joyce today:DD ahha, and ofcourse, i brought her to the renown poo poo restaurant. then, in a poo poo restaurant we ate poo poo, or else, there really isnt a point to eat there. then we took pictures and all. and there was this supperrrr big poo poo on the table, with flies stuck to it, which really resembles the real ugly flies. and little joyce, was poking it all along and then soon, without me stopping her and her  joyful moment, and she started PINCHING the poopy. at the moment i felt pity for the little ugly looking poop, i had interrupted their little world of poking and pinching. then she finally stopped, and refused to take a picture with it): then we ordered some pancake served in a hand washing basin. and it tasted nice(: we both drank from the males toilet...don't get mistaken, the drink is from a CUP shaped like the males toilet. then, we had our poo poo ice cream(: then after we finished it, i used the spoon and dipped it into the melted chocolate ice cream syrup, and started to write letters. i wrote Joyce's  and my initials, and took a picture, then i wrote, poop♡,  i miss you, :D, and etc. then joyce started to follow my new trend, chocolate writing, and we both drew many many things, and then i paid for the meal(: haha i insist because I'm leaving. then we left the restaurant, but of course we took more pictures. and then, we went to this place behind sogo, and those shops are like teeny, so we went into the wood shop. there's like a million key chains made out from wood, carved very prettily into shapes. then i picked 4, for me, joyce, kristy, kei ki, and the shop keeper had our names written on it. i really wanted to make more, but i was really broke. and aww, joyce bought me the dearest little bookmark. and she picked out a sakura flower encrusted with little sakura flower petals and a little big eyed cat, which look absolutely adorable. and it had friends forever written on it. then we had to leave, because i had an apoointement with my mother): awww. but really, i will miss you joyce(: and for those little keychains, i wanted to give those whom i didn't give too. despite the fact i was a little broke. omigosh, i have to sleep. ahah good night people(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"...at least you laughed."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-3615757471519318147?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/3615757471519318147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-least-you-laughed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3615757471519318147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3615757471519318147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-least-you-laughed.html' title='&quot;....at least you laughed.&quot;'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-302378095400044425</id><published>2009-08-27T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:43:23.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>death note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;L LAWLIET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaKsjLcvHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BjwGEzcDzz4/s1600-h/extra-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaKsjLcvHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BjwGEzcDzz4/s320/extra-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635703275404402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt; to it. i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love love lov&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;death note&lt;/span&gt;(: its so good, i know its about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shinigami's&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. but omg i'm loving it. i finished the anime, manga and the movie in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two days.&lt;/span&gt; now, i'm telling you all about it. well, watch it its gooooodd(: and i can't believe i'm leaving HK, like soon. like this soon. THURSDAY): i don't even know if i should be regretting or be really happy and excited for it. well, i'm trying to forget everything. but really, since SISHK  students started their school, i have been super bored. there isn't anyone to talk to on msn. that sucks. and believe it or not, readers, i have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT FINISHED THE BOOK&lt;/span&gt;. now, im seriously thinking if that book is haunting me, when i look at it, it give me the frights, its almost like saying "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahahha, serve you right for abandoning me under your bed, now, i will let you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flunk&lt;/span&gt; your english in benenden miserably&lt;/span&gt;." thats the feeling when i get near that book. or maybe its just me, over thinking things. which is bad, im going under stress. and people die from stress. i think. but whatsoever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hallucination&lt;/span&gt; im having, i'm still not bothered to read that boring book. but anyways, i have gone out again with my cousin again, and yes, as you expected, we did stupid things again like usual. but most importantly we ate POOP(: haha, imma upload pictures, so yeah. and somehow, i keep drawing these days,  i just keep drawing like my hand have a life of its own....okay, i take that back, its just sounds wrong and scary. there's nothing more for me to say so heres the pictures:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaLtoUm3gI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WW6mL7vB9O8/s320/IMG_0625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636821347491330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLAY(: i likee(: but its really expensive, but it sells really good, and the quality isn't that good either. but, i guess, if its popular, people would just want it:/ just like me(: i got the blue eyed hear(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaLuJXunRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AOIppipoGrc/s320/IMG_0686.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636830218951954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and my cousin, well, somehow, i looked a bit see through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaLvJyo9JI/AAAAAAAAALI/2lo3DX9ZPvQ/s320/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636847511696530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sticky pictures(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaLupEQaEI/AAAAAAAAALA/NldOnaPpEhg/s320/IMG_0660.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636838727215170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sort of stalked my mom, coming to Times Square(: haha, we are such stupid people:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaLtLfUZKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/t2Pa3IVylr4/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374636813607789730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A La Toilette Restaurante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaKumwAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/sElHtbkZE2s/s320/IMG_0594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635738593772466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jumping gym tickets, we had all that ticket within an half an hour. call us PRO(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaKtq3nAZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/E6L5JYncg2U/s320/%E7%9B%B8%E7%89%870565.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635722519544210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we ate poopoo(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaKuE6bifI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uflXB02HKW4/s320/%E7%9B%B8%E7%89%870557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635729510697458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha even things come in toilet bowls. the image of the restaurant is really good, and the taste of food, is up to satisfaction(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaKtM90vzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Xcn_uW0H17w/s320/%E7%9B%B8%E7%89%870541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374635714492546866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the chinese names are just absolutely hilarious:DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats about it, another page of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-302378095400044425?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/302378095400044425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/302378095400044425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/302378095400044425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-note.html' title='death note'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SpaKsjLcvHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BjwGEzcDzz4/s72-c/extra-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-1752306434045094293</id><published>2009-08-21T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:07:16.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion designer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mek denim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>fashion designer. a dream AND a FUTURE reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A LA JEANS COLLECTIONE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha not really, but more like an exaggeration. i got new jeans, mostly from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;levis&lt;/span&gt;. and i also got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sports b. jeans&lt;/span&gt;. i am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;(: well, the producer of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;levis&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agnes b.&lt;/span&gt; happens to be my fathers friend, and therefore she gave me a whole lot of em i got 10 jeans i think? all brand new. my favorite ones are the agnes b. ones and the rhinestoned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;levis&lt;/span&gt; one. its really pretty. and all those ripped jeans you see in the shops, they sell for a higher price, because its man-made. the ripped parts. actually it was workers who takes a penknife or something and rip out the strings, threads, fabric, one by one, and it takes one person to make one pair of ripped jeans each day. haha that was something fascinating that i realized just today. then, OMFG, i met a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FASHION DESIGNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(: he was the dude who designed &lt;a href="http://www.mekdenim.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MEK DENIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. its a line thats more popular in the US, canada, indonesia, korea etc. its really really cool. i saw the ads in a magazine and omg, the jeans are super super hot. and its produced by the auntie who gave me the jeans(: he is really cool. well, it interests me, because i really like fashion, to draw to think, and window shopping AND shopping(of course). then i learnt like a lot from him. well, he said that fashion designing also comes from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt;. and now, what bothers me is do i have that talent. do i have that power to become successful? i want to be like him. he is almost like my role model. to have your own brand and design and workers, your own company&amp;amp;factory. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it seems like a dream. but its a dream that i will accomplish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; so now, I'm going off to England, and try to give out my all, and hopefully, i can really do good in that area. and yes, i do want to re-open my mother's company too. Eurasia. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i won't give up(;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I BOUGHT A PLAY TEE(: AND GRAPHIC TEES(: YAAAY(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and now, our fate ends here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over&amp;amp;out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-1752306434045094293?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/1752306434045094293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/fashion-designer-dream-and-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/1752306434045094293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/1752306434045094293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/fashion-designer-dream-and-reality.html' title='fashion designer. a dream AND a FUTURE reality.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-5633226946553573451</id><published>2009-08-19T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:00:59.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluts and hoes'/><title type='text'>FREE JEANS FTW(:</title><content type='html'>guess, what, i saw my cousin again today. haha, yes it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;. well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least i think it is&lt;/span&gt;. well it happened like this, i went to the chiropractor, and received a call from her, telling me that she's also in causeway bay. and i just somehow met her, in Times Square and we started to stroll around(: then i got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 pairs of high heels&lt;/span&gt;, in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I.T&lt;/span&gt;. its really nice(: &lt;div&gt;on friday, i will be out, for chiropractic again, but i'm writing it on my blog post because that day i will meet with my father's friend(:!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who will give me a whole lot of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeans for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(: but to those who know, SHH(: ahh, i'm all hyper): and yesterday night, i slept at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE O' CLOCK&lt;/span&gt;. because i was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking on the phone&lt;/span&gt; with my cousin the whole entire time. and oh well, it was really risky somehow, because we were watching out for our parents, making sure they won't be barging in on us. and SIS, will start their school soon, next monday): thats really fast, they will be be busy with their school life and be aquatinted with their daily assessments. and i will be all by myself online on messenger, because they are all in school. argh, i just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt; wait. fun. so i guess i better talk to them while i can(: i heard that some peeps, ren't really satisfied or really uneasy with their new class. but, i mean really, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't really matter who is in your class anyway&lt;/span&gt;. its just gonna turn out all fine. except for some school &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slutty bitches&lt;/span&gt;. oh well. that makes the world imperfect, even without those sluts&amp;amp;hoes, the world will still be imperfect because of the sin i made, getting rid of them. everyone is sinned. speaking of sins. my biggest sin now, is that i haven't made my promise to my 6 points of summer which i shall obey, i mentioned that long ago in my post. but really, i haven't touched A Gathering Light for so long. in the longest time. and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all i remember&lt;/span&gt; is that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; there is 400 pages, and i read 2 chapters which is barely 15 pages. and now, i have to start from page one, because i completely forgot what the 10 bloody pages was crapping about.&lt;/span&gt; i really should get cracking on that crap. oh no):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats it, you sinned people(:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyone is sinned. me too. that is what makes the world. so imperfectly perfect.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-5633226946553573451?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/5633226946553573451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-jeans-ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5633226946553573451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5633226946553573451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-jeans-ftw.html' title='FREE JEANS FTW(:'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-8039243536648050171</id><published>2009-08-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:23:29.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikini'/><title type='text'>love the life you live♥.</title><content type='html'>i met up with my cousin again today. its getting really often because i just keep bumping into her.i met her today again, and it happened like this : &lt;div&gt;i woke up at 1 when my appointment to the dentist is 2.30. and of course, i was incredibly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;. well, i thought it wasn't that important because all i had to do is to get the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mouthguard&lt;/span&gt;. its pink btw. it fitted perfectly and it was really uncomfortable at first to have such a giant pink rubber stuck to your upper teeth. but, i will have to use that when i play &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lacrosse&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hockey&lt;/span&gt; in the UK. oh well. then when i got there, i realized that my uncle was in the other room to have his teeth washed. and haha, when the dentist saw his teeth, he said, "oh my gosh! this will take a very looonngg time." well, my uncle hadn't wash it for a few years, so its not really surprising if it took so long. then we(my mother+ the adorable me) had lunch with my uncle together in central. then he received a call from Stanley(my little cousin) saying that he want a pair of swimming trunk. so the driver picked him up from aberdeen with my cousin. and that was how me and my cousin met up again. in the car, i realized that some sauce had dripped on to my pants and it stained and turned brown. and i was so shocked, because i thought i had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.  but then it wasn't so i was all relived. so we went to Sogo to get his swimming trunks. while they chose, my cousin and i wandered of to the ladies section, and oh my gosh. there was this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; SALE&lt;/span&gt; on summer bikinis. so we just walked around, and my cousin, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fell in love&lt;/span&gt; with this lime green checkered white &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paul frank&lt;/span&gt; bikini, while i got mine yellow, from another brand i am not sure of :P then we walked and walked, and the driver got me back to the house(: and i went home and started blogging right away(: so yeah(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to swim with her soon(: haha and sleepover(: oh well, thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over&amp;amp;out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-8039243536648050171?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/8039243536648050171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-life-you-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/8039243536648050171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/8039243536648050171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-life-you-live.html' title='love the life you live♥.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-3604817270391490297</id><published>2009-08-17T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:27:36.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little cousin&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>when we are together, we forget about our age.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yesterday, i went to my cousin's new house, which is at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aberdeen&lt;/span&gt;, its a new building , well, it was also my little cousin's birthday, Stanley, so I'm there to celebrate it(: i bought him this transformers blue car thing, and when i got to there house, Stanley was crying. i was so shocked, and i got him to shut up by giving him the present. then i went to my cousin's room, her design was from my room, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;copied&lt;/span&gt; ):, then, i chatted with her, and also with my 表表姐. then Stanley came in, and started telling me that the present was really hard, and he doesn't know how to play, and commented on it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't mind, since he's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but inside, i thought he was a spoiled brat. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dammit, appreciate that present!!&lt;/span&gt; it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt;!! then we went to her club house to have barbecue. the food was really really really awesome. so yummy. and i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roasted those marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;(: and took pictures(: then we fooled a lot and soon, we went to the karaoke room, it was so totally not sound proof, and there wasn't a single song that we knew because it was all so old. then we had to buy the discs. and then, since it was in chinese, and i barely know chinese, they sung, and i just sat there(: it wasn't boring, but they were really so loud that the disc boxes which was on the speakers all fell :D haha, then we had cake(: yummy, haagen daz(: it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caramel&lt;/span&gt; flavor i believe. its yum. well, at least &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i liked it&lt;/span&gt;. and i got second servings. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrumptious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(: we stayed there until it was really late. well, anyways, i uploaded some pictures. i might just put it on facebook if I'm really bothered(: but most likely i will(: comment if i do(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here they are(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click the image if you want to see the bigger one(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SokokwG8P1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/cdnwqdBCGqA/s320/IMG_0499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370868642470444882" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sweet cousin imitating the hair commercial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sokom8jINxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fd2qlyExw1c/s320/IMG_0536.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370868680169633554" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sokp270hJ6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/jBj2CrmqOKI/s320/IMG_0544.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370870054363670434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hee i know its just so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yorkshire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; terrier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;but he has to undergo an operation today, because his toenail flipped):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sokomht1YII/AAAAAAAAAJg/HQzcyU1D_EY/s1600-h/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sokomht1YII/AAAAAAAAAJg/HQzcyU1D_EY/s320/IMG_0532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370868672966779010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEER(:. underage drinking. but really, i still prefer Carlsberg and Heineken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sokol7CfS0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/FuP_mSBn-kA/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sokol7CfS0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/FuP_mSBn-kA/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370868662584429378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, there's more on Katrina's (a.k.a. my 表表姐) camera(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from top to bottom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my 表表哥 a.k.a. Howard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katrina(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katrina's cousin(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my Cousin Alice(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were arranged from the tallest to the shortestP:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SokolSuBgtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DwfWYhLB97U/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SokolSuBgtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DwfWYhLB97U/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370868651761173202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, he can do many cartwheels in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sokp3U7cVvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cCyKXUj91Ps/s320/IMG_0564.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370870061103601394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for my dear little joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who asked if she can see my highlights. joyce, my highlights, is less at the side, but more under the layer. but this will do(: the lighting was really hard to get(: but in real-life, its more obvious. haha i know my hair is really messy:P but heee(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's pretty much it. and yes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love this new layout&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-3604817270391490297?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/3604817270391490297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-we-are-together-we-forget-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3604817270391490297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3604817270391490297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-we-are-together-we-forget-about.html' title='when we are together, we forget about our age.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SokokwG8P1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/cdnwqdBCGqA/s72-c/IMG_0499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-6820034354146233901</id><published>2009-08-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:00:54.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highlightED'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet restaurant'/><title type='text'>lost in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIGHLIGHTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(: haha yes i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highlighted&lt;/span&gt; my hair finally(: and i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loveeeee&lt;/span&gt; it. ahah its like brown(: light brown(: (: (:. and of course, i cutted it. and its like layers(: i like layers. but i also like full length. my hair is like smooth/shiny and very light. haha, well, the highlight made me look different. as you said. it maybe a new image for me to change a completely new life. when i heard that quote. it hurted. ahah, i have no idea why it hurted so much. i guess i just don't want to change. i'm too scared.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha okay, and i went shopping again and all which was awesome. haha, and i just go to the shops i usually go. haha, and hmm, i think i was going to post something yesterday, but i was too lazy to do it. oh well. whatever. today, i went for movies(: with Ashley, corinaaa, keeks chan, nikkiii and yan qinn and veerraa(: haha, and i miss them): when i will be going to UK. but oh well, thats how life is. you can't go back. and everyone always takes a step forward in their life. everyone moves on. then after the movie, everyone left, and i left too. instead of following to corina's house, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i received a call from my cousin&lt;/span&gt;, telling me shes in cwb, so i went to find them, and it took me like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to find my way in cwb. and its called windsor house. I'm lost. yes i was in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAUSEWAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAY&lt;/span&gt;. she said she was at windsor house, and i went to lee gardens, because i remember nearby there's this place called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"something something house"&lt;/span&gt; so when i got there, i realized how wrong i was. it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HENRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;. and it wasn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WINDSOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;. the only thing common was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;. then i was so completely lost, i had to call, and ask people for directions. it took me so long just to get to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WINDSOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;, which was actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPPOSITE&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;place i started&lt;/span&gt;. which was the cinema near &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOGO&lt;/span&gt;. i was really pissed off then. then when i met my cousin, they were in TOYS R' US. so we just looked through all the toys for my little cousin, Stanley. then we went on the car, and the driver took us off to their new house which was at aberdeen. Jade Water. the place is new, so its all dirtish with the smell of the paint and all. in the car, the route to their house was super super familiar with the way on going to SISHK. then i realized how much i didn't want to leave. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss the route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and i suddenly regretted so much, that before i wanted to escape from school and go back home immediately. then when i got to their house it was like, new, but i thought it was rather small compared to the old one. and my cousin's room, was sort of similar to my room, because the constructor, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STOLE MY MOTHERS INTERIOR DESIGNS. STOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i was really pissed off. so when i saw the constructor today, i sort of glared at him, and he didn't dare to look into my eyes again. HMPH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after going to visit their new house, i went to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOILET RESTAURANT&lt;/span&gt;(: haha it was really cute(: all the decorations. it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toilets&lt;/span&gt;(: then  i took pictures and all ,and the food was really good.. and the chocolate ice-cream is served in the shape of a poop. in a toilet. which really got me laughing. then we ate lots and laughed about poop(: my mother was pretty annoyed but whatever(: haha, i like the food. really bad. i'm going there again sometime(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new obsession: TOILET RESTAURANT(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i am not sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-6820034354146233901?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/6820034354146233901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-in-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/6820034354146233901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/6820034354146233901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-in-hong-kong.html' title='lost in Hong Kong'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-639282438463654827</id><published>2009-08-10T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:28:35.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><title type='text'>shopping is a cure for regrets.</title><content type='html'>hmm, no introduction today, so i am just going straight into my days. so i can fill you in. i bought a dress. yes, you read that clearly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i bought a dress&lt;/span&gt;. a black dress. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i thought it would be the end of the world for me, but it didn't&lt;/span&gt;(:its my first time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;liking&lt;/span&gt; a dress. so thats like a huge deal to me. in a way haha. then i got a black heels to match it. yes i have no idea why am i always heel-shopping. then, i went to buy a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; watch today. and i did(: its pink and black and its from agnes b. its black, metallic black to be exact and its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;. and there's three circles in pink, metallic pinkish-violet. its really metallic. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;metallically gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heeee&lt;/span&gt;(: it was actually quite expensive but i liked it(: and i needed it(: haha and i got a LED clock. those clock things that when you press this button, it shoots laser on to the ceiling with the time and all its quite cool, and my mom seemed to really want me to get one, so i said yes, and she happily bought it. i think she actually wanted it for herself, but she didn't want to say it out because my room is more suited to that. haha, my mom cares too much sometimes. . i got a white one(: haha, yes i have done much shopping. and i went to shop for clothes too. and of course earrings. and i got a Swarovski necklace. it looks really expensive and its given by my mothers friend(:&lt;div&gt;oh and, tomorrow. it is confirmed to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mouthguard&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mouthguard&lt;/span&gt;, you go to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dentist&lt;/span&gt;. which is dreadful. because i hate dentists. they are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil people who says your teeth isn't aligned and gives you metal braces&lt;/span&gt;. i mean they are colorful. but it looks bad on you. but argh. i hate hate hate htae the dentisit and argh tomorrow the appointment is at 10 30 AM. and i usually wake at 12!!! ARGHHHH. okay, so hm. i have to sleep but i am not. so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screw it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-639282438463654827?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/639282438463654827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/shoping-is-cure-for-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/639282438463654827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/639282438463654827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/shoping-is-cure-for-regrets.html' title='shopping is a cure for regrets.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-5791057454735027909</id><published>2009-08-07T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:17:14.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEELS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my style'/><title type='text'>fashion, qualifications, jeans flip-flops, shoes. HEELS</title><content type='html'>shopping day(: hahah, i have an perfect excuse for it(: haha, well, my mother's friend came to HK, for a holiday, so we planned to go shopping, get hairdos and all. then, i got to shop much today(: so i was extremely happy, and its also because i was out with my cousin, Alice.  we went to TST, this big mall, which name i don't know, with all the shops i love to go(: like d-mop and things, so i bought shirts, pants, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEELS&lt;/span&gt;, jacket, vest, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;, and yeah. i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; them all, and some of it was on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt;(:. haha &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bargains&lt;/span&gt;(: there was really alot to buy and all. that was some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; time(: and i got push-pops(: haha, i also have a childish side(: &lt;div&gt;speaking of shopping, yes i had to use this opportunity to find &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dresses &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(evil frilly things that makes you look &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giiirrly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLEGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;. i found one, that is normal, but my cousin, mother and auntie all said it wasn't &lt;/span&gt;elegant&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; enough. so we went on walking and my feet was so tired): then, i had to walk all over the place for a stupid dress, and, no luck, in the end i haven't got a single one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEEEEEELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tall shoes&lt;/span&gt;. i'm not used to wearing them as you all know, i like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sports shoes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flip-flops&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt; just sometimes, ballet flats. and i have to wear those tall things which are shoes that brings your feet and whole-self one class higher. i mean, really, flip-flops/shoes are just so much more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my style&lt;/span&gt;. then i bought one sapphire blue one. the color is really unique. and the reason, i bought it wasn't to match my future dresses, shirts, belts or earrings. its my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;levis&lt;/span&gt;. yes its kind of ridiculous really. i wore skinny jeans which are so comfortable, then i wore that heels, for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;, and everyone who was shopping with me, all convinced me to buy that expensive thing. so, i bought it, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to match my jeans for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; day&lt;/span&gt;. so i guess, i am wearing that thing tomorrow, for shopping(: i will get used to it i guess(: haha, its super tall. so i'm super tall. well not really, but it just makes me taller than some girls on the street, which makes me proud. haha, i'm not a good girl after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cousin is sleeping over tonight(: ay! haha this shall be the end of the post. but, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i still think i will stick with jeans and flip-flops.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"maybe, just MAYBE, the heels, will qualify into my world of fashion soon. dresses? maybe MUCH later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-5791057454735027909?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/5791057454735027909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/fashion-qualifications-jeans-flip-flops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5791057454735027909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5791057454735027909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/fashion-qualifications-jeans-flip-flops.html' title='fashion, qualifications, jeans flip-flops, shoes. HEELS'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-2485770188668263277</id><published>2009-08-06T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:32:50.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denim skirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><title type='text'>fashion 101-dress problem.</title><content type='html'>tired feets. i think i used the wrong grammar but, whatever(; haha, i just came back home from the Benenden meeting. i saw one of my house mother(: Judy Chun. so, we talked and talked with another girl who's also in year 9, Jacqueline. so we talked about the most randomest things about Benenden, and tried so hard to think of some new topics, so we won't all be quiet, all so awkward(: and i realized that Benenden, people do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discriminate&lt;/span&gt;. like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very little&lt;/span&gt; but whatever. cross my fingers and hope i won't(: and i have to start shopping. and while i scanned through the list i came across the most dreadful thing. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beyond dreadful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big black letters&lt;/span&gt;, it read "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dress-for socializing parties&lt;/span&gt;". oh my god. i have to wear a dress. and that is probably the last thing i want to wear. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINALLY ACCEPTED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;denim skirts into my world of fashion&lt;/span&gt;, and now, i have to wear a dress. thats quite a bit of jump. so i have to go buy many dresses from h&amp;amp;m or cotton on, Zara or some shops. oh no. dress, because we usually socialize with the guys from Tonbridge or Eton college dudes. but really, you might think that wearing a dress is like a small thing, and i'm making a huge fuss over it, but really no. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dresses&lt;/span&gt;. or garments with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frills&lt;/span&gt;. it just gives me the frights. well, if you are a girl who wore jeans, pants, shorts, three quarters, for like 13 years of your life and now suddenly you are asked to wear a frilly dress and dance. that is way out of my limits. really. i guess i had became a half tomb-boy/girl. well, thats a problem i need to fix. argh. really, i prefer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeans and a tank top&lt;/span&gt;. it saves &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much time from thinking what to wear. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can you wear denim skirts to a party?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thats a problem people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-2485770188668263277?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/2485770188668263277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/fashion-101-dress-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2485770188668263277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2485770188668263277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/fashion-101-dress-problem.html' title='fashion 101-dress problem.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-3517519745838585606</id><published>2009-08-05T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:05:07.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='levi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miserable'/><title type='text'>all i need is you ♥</title><content type='html'>i got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hooked&lt;/span&gt; on that song, when i was surfing the net, then i heard this song. its like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drug&lt;/span&gt; really. so i'm listening to that, repeatedly, now, i think that's kind of sad); oh wells, anyways, i went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEVIS&lt;/span&gt; today(: mhmm(: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt;. well, i didn't get much, but i got two pairs of jeans. i like them(: well, probably i like it because it looked good on me? well, if you're legs are long most jeans would look good on you. i mean, c'mon, don't deny, this is like a fact. so, i got one three-quarters jean. okay, maybe it was more like four over fifth jeans. well, because my dear mommy saw my legs so beautifully fitted into that pair of thing, she bought me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heels&lt;/span&gt; to match it. ballet flats with long sticks at the heel. so, i plan to wear them to tomorrows Benenden meeting. argh. fashion problems. help. and i have to wake up super early tomorrow. ELEVEN): haha that is bad, for me, like early. can't be helped. haha, i have to eat with mommy's friend from canada:/ &lt;--absolutely speechless. oh well, i'm song addicted now, and i lost all my ringtones. which is dreadful. like the end of the world. aw): my life had gone down the drain; in other words, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes, you can just cry it all out, or talk to a friend whom you trust&lt;/span&gt;, when you're feeling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lifeless&lt;/span&gt; brat like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;(; i'm not proud.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i need is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over&amp;amp;out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-3517519745838585606?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/3517519745838585606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-need-is-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3517519745838585606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3517519745838585606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-need-is-you.html' title='all i need is you ♥'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-2367651184351783390</id><published>2009-08-03T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:45:03.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>August is a busy month to be remembered.</title><content type='html'>busy busy busy. i used to set my msn status as busy, because i hated the beeping when someone talked to me, but now, it turned to reality. i am very very very busy. i have gotten sick for like 4 days, then today, i finally recovered, and realized how much weight i lost. so that isn't a good thing. i was never thinking of anything close to diets. so, i just more of slack at home today, and plan for the future. to me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;august&lt;/span&gt; does not seem like a month to slack like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt;. i need a new calender to help me keep track of the things i do everyday. i have to go out with my friends, see the chiropractic, go to school meetings, go to exercise, go to eat with important people i don't know, meet mother's childhood friends, and see my old friends etc. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and its only a ETC.&lt;/span&gt; i am so pooped out from all those planning &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;, i can't imagine how much more tired i can get when it gets to the part going out in the blazing hot sun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides from that, i am escaping my own problems, which is a big deal, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreadful&lt;/span&gt;. so, i try to mend my mistakes and problems by thinking all day, which helps, but its really wasting my time. then, i solved it, I'm going to mend it all by august. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BY AUGUST&lt;/span&gt;. thats my summer goal. and i had already started(: which is great. so thats probably the best news from so long. but really, i am so sure, &lt;u&gt;that this is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; yet &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-2367651184351783390?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/2367651184351783390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-is-busy-month-to-be-remembered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2367651184351783390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2367651184351783390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-is-busy-month-to-be-remembered.html' title='August is a busy month to be remembered.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-4489638592420914943</id><published>2009-08-01T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:59:33.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satisfaction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><title type='text'>bloatED</title><content type='html'>late in the night, and there is still one, young innocent girl, insisting to blog on her bloody blog. how bloody stupid. and that girl is me. well, actually to be honest, i just got back home, well, thats because, my mommy and daddy's little girl, wanted to eat a proper meal. so her parents, brought her to a japanese shop(: since, she starved her stomach on plain porridge for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE BLOODY  DAYS&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is bloody incredible that she can hold in for so long&lt;/span&gt;), ate one whole box of eel rice, many different sushi's (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really, it's fascinating that, when all different types of colored fish on a tiny blob of rice underneath are put together, it actually looks pretty[maybe that only applies to those who starved, but whatever(:]&lt;/span&gt;) and miso soup(: and dessert, and fruits and all those things, at once, in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sixty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. really, i could've killed myself from bloating my stomach &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;. but the most important thing was, daddy's little girl was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. that was VERY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;. after all that, i went to buy movies, DVDs, because the pictures are much clearer and prettier(: so, i will be able to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;satisfy&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt; at home. i've got nothing better to do, unlike SIS peeps, who does HOMEWORK&gt;:) muahahha, no, i'm not that evil... on second thought, maybe i am(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;u&gt;the devil needs sleep too.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-4489638592420914943?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/4489638592420914943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4489638592420914943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4489638592420914943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloated.html' title='bloatED'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-2938038097447833144</id><published>2009-07-31T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:52:03.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 points of summer which i shall obey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>6 points of summer which i shall obey</title><content type='html'>no&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i do not have &lt;u&gt;swine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so don't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;avoid&lt;/span&gt; me(: i am supposed be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; little girl enjoying the warm weather, but unfortunately, the bloody polluted Hong Kong, is ever so hot, it became &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unbreathable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me. so, i think i "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over-heated&lt;/span&gt;" myself, and caused me to be all feverish. but hey, i don't have a fever so don't worry about me being related to swine(: haha. but its pretty unbearable, all i can eat is hot porridge, which tastes so bad, and then i drink lots of water, i mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i like water but there is always a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;limit&lt;/span&gt;. then, i have to take medicine, and it makes me all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drowsy&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one more month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one more month&lt;/span&gt;, to the day which i finally longed for.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; September 2nd&lt;/span&gt;.i just want that day to come by just so quickly. i want to leave this polluted place, well, i am already packing up for that day(: i had to buy stuff, like shampoos, luggage, trunk, towels, slippers, robes and all those things, and for me, i got them all in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. i'm not a big fan of pink, but i like pink. i really prefer, grey, black and white though(: i think i made a post like this long ago in my elder blog(&lt;a href="http://www.tashaboox3.blogspot.com"&gt;x&lt;/a&gt;)(: so i won't say no more(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to make myself a list. i'm doing nothing during the whole summer, and i need to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;(:     (that really isn't necessary, but that was the first thing that came across my mind)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A GATHERING LIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATHS&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talk with people on MSN(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt;    (daily essential needs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake(:     (i like baking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;okay there, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;, now all i have left to do is to pray that i will actually follow what  my mind truly desires. so yippee. oh an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bytheways&lt;/span&gt;, i watched Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Half-Blood Prince, seriously, it wasn't that bad, far from bad, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(: , but i really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; the fact that Dumbledore &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;. (to those who haven't read/watch Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Half-Blood Prince, i am super sorry that you had to know the fact that mister Dumbledore died):  ) i guess, its time for me to leave the world of blogger, and move on the the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 points of summer which i shall obey&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(hopefuully) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-2938038097447833144?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/2938038097447833144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/6-points-of-summer-which-i-shall-obey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2938038097447833144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2938038097447833144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/6-points-of-summer-which-i-shall-obey.html' title='6 points of summer which i shall obey'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-3626492622853486800</id><published>2009-07-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:51:43.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>photoshop</title><content type='html'>urk. i feel sick. wait i am sick. my head spins. such a weakling): i'm like half-dead. maybe depression caused it? or maybe it was from slacking at home too much? well enough of that, i'm so happy that i'm out of the chiropractic world! well, atleast until the next monday);&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photoshoping&lt;/span&gt;, alot. of the same technique because i am not bothered to try other newer techniques:P well, atleast i have fun with ,it, thats all it matters. haha oh and i use photoshop cs4, trust me, cs3 &amp;amp;cs4, there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really isn't a difference&lt;/span&gt;. the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;result&lt;/span&gt; is practically the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;. so here's the recent ones(: haha, i'm proud of it(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SnBfZC_FP6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/yWQGpiK_eNc/s320/siberian+husky+editted.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363892040101085090" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SnBfZmSBonI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bmYpLJjiQtI/s320/jam+it+up%5Bjammieeee%5D+edit+PS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363892049575780978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siberian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;husky&lt;/span&gt; one, is just an ordinary googled image, while the other is jamie, which i took in henry's house(:i did the siberian husky one, because... yesterday, i was on the streets. and my mother sort of asked if i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted a dog&lt;/span&gt; and so, so i just said yes, so we went to look at the pups, and i saw this adorable siberian husky, something like the one on the picture, and it was $7800 i mean its alright, the price, but then, i remembered that i'm leaving to Benenden so, i won't really spend time with it so ):. oh, and i will probably be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt; house, well, this time, my parents want to build one, sort of, so we are still  in the decision making, which makes me all hyped up(: hmm, so that is pretty much it(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...thinking of what to post one second ago. i remembered something &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beyond dreadful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i completely forgot the fact that i still have a 400 paged book to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "A Gathering Light". so, i am really worried if i can finish that bloody book before i get to England, because that book is just so bloody boring, crap crap crap crap. okay, i need to sleep now crap. i'll post sometime again later(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-3626492622853486800?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/3626492622853486800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/photoshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3626492622853486800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3626492622853486800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/photoshop.html' title='photoshop'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/SnBfZC_FP6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/yWQGpiK_eNc/s72-c/siberian+husky+editted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-6057933373058899644</id><published>2009-07-27T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:29:29.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topicless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending machine'/><title type='text'>let me just fill you in with my life.</title><content type='html'>i feel horrid that i haven't post anything for so long, maybe its just because, i wasn't in the right mood for like a long time): so, yesterday, i went to buy folders from commercial press because Benenden, needs lots of folders? so i just bought them. pink(: haha, its like, everything is pink, folders, pen, towel and all those other crap. and now when i think about it, there's only another month for me to stay in HK, so i need to speed up my mind, and bring out the inner me, so i can fulfill my last wish in HK, before i disappear into the bloody Britain, changing my whole self.&lt;div&gt;and now, i need a calendar, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i have so much things to do, going out and all. argh, tomorrow, i have to go get my hair, the day after, go out with a friend whom i barely see living in canada. then, 4 days to august, and that is like a hell lot faster than what i expected. then another 31 days, I'm off to UK. i'm too &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, blended with some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hatred&lt;/span&gt; feelings and with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proudness&lt;/span&gt;, blended all together, but that just makes me sound like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blending&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt;, which is wrong, so leave it. but still, i'm making a big fuss out of my hairr(: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIGHLIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;. haha, i should stop blogging about this, or i'll end up writing another loooooooonngg paragraph about my hair, which is suuupeer boringgg(: haha, okay, i need to go pack up. and after typing this whole entire post, i just realized there isn't an exact topic that i was talking about. fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-6057933373058899644?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/6057933373058899644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-me-just-fill-you-in-with-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/6057933373058899644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/6057933373058899644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-me-just-fill-you-in-with-my-life.html' title='let me just fill you in with my life.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-2672607862096213457</id><published>2009-07-22T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:59:40.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brown hair'/><title type='text'>brown hair</title><content type='html'>i was way to exhausted to blog yesterday, but yesterday, i saw eclipse(: with this filter paper thing, it was kinda cool. well, i woke up too early, and waited too long in the Chiropractic. i mean, when i was in the chiropractic place, i sat for one hour, sleeping, and when i woke, there were still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; people in front of me. hell. i wasted one hour of my bloody life. i got there at 5 and it was 7, by the time i can see the doctor. hell, i wanted to swear. &lt;div&gt;and another thing, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG YOU DID NAHT DO THAT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeaps that's what I'm just have to say to them, because i was too &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, i told you about the hair products before, and its working quite well. but now, i can see my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt; which was always probably covered by the dim lights. its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;. i mean, you know its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;, but this time, its &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. like &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. like &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very very brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. i don't even get if thats my hair. but i like it brown(: ahha what am i talking about!? pshh, i'll upload pictures of the eclipse sometime later bubs(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not bothered to type anymore);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-2672607862096213457?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/2672607862096213457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-waswayto-exhausted-to-blog-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2672607862096213457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/2672607862096213457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-waswayto-exhausted-to-blog-yesterday.html' title='brown hair'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-4783325864355640282</id><published>2009-07-21T02:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:57:00.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emma roberts'/><title type='text'>eclipse tomorrow(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;eclipse. haha its tomorrow(: in the morning, 8.20am to 10.30pm.the sun will get blocked by the moon, and cause a black thing(: i heard it will be covering up 70% of the sun(: i can't wait to watch. haha, i'm not retarded or anything because the next time it'll happen it'd be 800 years later, where the moon covers up the whole sun. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt;. well, for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for today, i'm trying my best to keep blogging everyday, but today, there really isn't a reason for me to blog. i have done practically nothing today, except the fact that i watched "Hotel for Dogs" and liked it(: its actually quite interesting. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Emma Roberts&lt;/span&gt;;DD hmm, beside from that, you can just say that i sat on the bed, and watch movies on the computer. i barely watch telly, more like hate telly, so i can't cure my boredom with that. hmm, and it seems that i had drunk another liter of water. its not like i'm so thirsty but, water is good for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A secret makes a woman woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;taaash&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-4783325864355640282?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/4783325864355640282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/eclipse-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4783325864355640282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/4783325864355640282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/eclipse-tomorrow.html' title='eclipse tomorrow(:'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-5553281210553060549</id><published>2009-07-20T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:39:42.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highlights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>bloody english, mates(:</title><content type='html'>english, british. i just made a poem(: well, the point is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britain&lt;/span&gt;.  if the title is like all about Britain, yes, imma telling you something about british today in my life. i went to this place called, British Consulate, to get my Student Visa, done, so i brought along a stack of papers, my mother prepared. and i had to wake up so early. 8.30!!!! haha yes, that is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very VERY &lt;/span&gt;early to me. so i practically dragged myself out of the bed, and got prepared and everything. and, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i had to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAIT&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;u&gt;HOUR&lt;/u&gt;. before it was finally my turn. i was so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offended, &lt;/span&gt;by them making me wait. well, I'm just too fussy(: so, i finally got to hand in all the papers and leave, and by the time i left, it was 11.40. i spent 4 hours sitting there, waiting for them to accept my forms!! ugh, i should've just renewed my british passport. after all that paperwork (not like i did any), i went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt;, to have something to digest, i ate a 12 inch pizza. haha, i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; eat. but they got me a wrong order, so i got them to change it for me (well, c'mon, you need to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assertive&lt;/span&gt; sometimes you know?). i had to be a little meaner or they'll just take advantage of me, because I'm a kid, compared to those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; women. well, some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;nice, but you'll never know. and for the thing that made my day today was, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to buy some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shampooooo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conditionerr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hair isn't in a bad condition. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far from bad&lt;/span&gt;. but, it's almost great(: which is why &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love my hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;. so i went to Kiehls, and got some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silkyfying&lt;/span&gt; conditioner, and some shampoo, that keeps my hair in good condition. i have like 7 bottles of different shampoos and conditioners, but, there isn't a harm to try new ones(: i pretty like the conditioner because i used the trial package, and it's pretty &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. but it was kind of, expensive. but i love my hair, and would do anything to not get it harmed. hmm, speaking of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;. its time for me to trim it. in fact, i already have a list of things to get my hair in shape:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;trim it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bangs&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hot oil it (keeps the hair healthy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(:  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoooopeee&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curls&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so so so so so-times another milion so's&lt;/span&gt;, happy that my mother finally let me do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't wait&lt;/span&gt;. so thats pretty much it, for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;. ugh. i think i talked too much about that topic. hmm, i just observed my wrist, and i got a mosquito bite. double &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ughs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i need to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shut up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-5553281210553060549?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/5553281210553060549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/bloody-english-mates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5553281210553060549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/5553281210553060549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/bloody-english-mates.html' title='bloody english, mates(:'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-8257440586588048112</id><published>2009-07-19T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:54:44.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pack'/><title type='text'>pink&amp;white</title><content type='html'>typhoon 9): the rain and the wind kept me from falling asleep last night. which was pissing. for the whole time, last night, the only thing that was in my mind was "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whooooosh shhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;" the wind blowing those water droplets on the window pane. so instead i slept really late, at one. then i woke up at 12.54(: which was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;satisfactory. &lt;/span&gt;then i went to have tea with my family. and i ate quite a bit. and i have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;touched the book&lt;/span&gt;. which is a big &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no-no, &lt;/span&gt;as i am supposed to finish it. and, I'm pretty lifeless, mentioning this book in every post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i packed my room(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really, thats like huge, to me. i barely pack. now i did and i made my room look bigger. well, the ned was used to be covered with clothes and books and super old magazines, pillows all over the place, which tend to loose their shimmer of pink cleanliness, due to the surrounding &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirt-pile&lt;/span&gt;. so i finally bothered, to fix the curtains, throw all the dirty laundry, wipe the iHome, keep the books and throw them away, put away the hangers, re-deco to position of the pillows, rearrange the picture frames and boxes, drink some water(: and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;etcetera&lt;/span&gt;. so now, all my pillows made the room all pinkish again. haha actually my room is all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;. furniture; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;, ornaments; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. haha, i love my room. its so plain. I'm thinking of getting a new pink chair. which should be more comfortable. my chair now, is the same thing as Jamie's(: and i wrote one paragraph telling you all about my room. which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;. so now, i shall go wonder why did i spend so much time on this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-8257440586588048112?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/8257440586588048112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/8257440586588048112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/8257440586588048112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink.html' title='pink&amp;white'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-1276482503028989794</id><published>2009-07-18T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:48:34.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serial killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><title type='text'>problems</title><content type='html'>hangover. haha, yeshh, i watched that movie today, in Ashley's super super big house. and her cute little buddy, who licked me and smelt socks. AHAHA, and then I'm supposed to be preparing to go out and have dinner, which i so don't want to.  and i am proud to say that i read another chapter of "The Gathering Light". bloody torture. I'm on page 30. and there's like 400.  great. and one paragraph on a dumb book is more than enough but i do not see a point to backspace everything even it would take a second to delete everything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the new thing in my life is, I'm dealing with a hell lot problems right now. and i shouldn't even be in it. because I'm just a plain outsider. i should be one of those outsiders that sit on the bed and try to enjoy that bloody thick book. instead, somehow, I'm dragged into the fact of being an insider. and i have no idea why, so i have to solve everything before i leave and have enough time to finish that ugly book. and the problem was huge. haha, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; is the perfect word, for now. ahah facebook blocking, i have no idea why, and plus i barely talk to that person. so, I'm just wondering what on the bloody hell had happened. hmm, oh, and i nearly forget, a problem happened to me&amp;amp;my best-friend. and hmm, guess what, I'm glad. ahaha, really i am. i'm glad that i had not waste any more of my time. i have been wasting my time for two bloody years. having to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betrayed&lt;/span&gt;. ditching a bitch like that, makes me feel a whole lot happier. you won't understand me(; but people, be careful. you never know what can happened to you. so after those two bloody incidents, i completely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blocked&lt;/span&gt; them on fb, or de-friended them, so i would completely forget them. oh well, at least there's less trouble for me. but the one thing i want to solve right now, is to get her, to stop disliking me, because i don't know her, and she should not  just believe what she is being told. well, to that bloody witch, who wasted two years of my life playing with the friendship, screw you, and get a life. really. hmm, finally posting it would make me feel better, and yes, i think this is it for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-1276482503028989794?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/1276482503028989794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/hangover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/1276482503028989794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/1276482503028989794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/hangover.html' title='problems'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-3689428059245480985</id><published>2009-07-17T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:01:05.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exx cookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloody boring'/><title type='text'>There are many reasons for a person to kill, but to save a person, no reason is needed.</title><content type='html'>now, i'm typing to a screen, and i realized how much pleasure i am receiving from my foot. i walked for the whole entire day. my plan for today was to just slack at home and finish that filthy thick book. instead of  lying on the cozy bed, i ended up sitting on the dirty metal seats in the mtr. bloody hell. so i read a chapter of "A Gathering Light" and realized how extremely bloody boring it is. on the bright side, i have another gazillion pages to go. so i got off the train at causeway bay. i went to the chiropractor and so he just twisted me and all those cracks and yelps from the poor me filled the room. then i went to get some ice cream and mrs. fields cookies(: then i realized how late i was for my badminton lessons. so, i went for the lessons even though the chiropractor advised me to stop all kinds of sports for 2 bloody weeks. those cookies are really yum. and i only got six of those round things and it costed me like $54 and some cents. which was wrong, because a dumb cookie have no reason to make people like me bankrupt buying them. so bloody exx. &lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are many reasons for a person to kill, but to save a person, no reason is needed.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taaash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-3689428059245480985?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/3689428059245480985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-many-reasons-for-person-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3689428059245480985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3689428059245480985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-many-reasons-for-person-to.html' title='There are many reasons for a person to kill, but to save a person, no reason is needed.'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414364586051362883.post-3048202212056936074</id><published>2009-07-16T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:36:03.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benenden'/><title type='text'>astonishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;well to start things off, my old blog was getting a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; too messed up. so here's a new one. and i used my nickname(: tattat, jamie thought of it. hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;today, i received a DHL mail ,wrapped in this crumpled brown paper with the mailing address, from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benenden&lt;/span&gt;. so, the little impatient me, ripped off the opening eagerly, wondering what's in there. and yes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO MY SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt;, notice the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sarcasm &lt;/span&gt;there, it was a filthy thick book. "A Gathering Light". And there was a letter. Seems like the Head of English in Benenden wants me to read this, so i can follow up the lessons in UK. i was really flamed up at first, but, what's the harm? i won't be doing anything this summer anyway. The blurb seems to say that its about this murderer case, and i can really relate my feelings to that now no, no, don't get the wrong idea, i don't want to kill. i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killed.&lt;/span&gt; well, don't ask why people(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;well, thats anout it for today, I'm going off to read that 400 paged book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;taaash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414364586051362883-3048202212056936074?l=tattatx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/feeds/3048202212056936074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-to-start-things-off-my-old-blog_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3048202212056936074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414364586051362883/posts/default/3048202212056936074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattatx3.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-to-start-things-off-my-old-blog_16.html' title='astonishment'/><author><name>Tash♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02810524235449923059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3lvGX8yaMQ/Sf7o8Odcs3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Pg-yTRSFbw8/S220/that+T+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
