<?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-8647599</id><updated>2011-12-12T10:44:28.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tender moment caught</title><subtitle type='html'>like a snapshot in my mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>404</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116230164593542544</id><published>2006-10-31T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:34:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Pei Xuan!</title><content type='html'>Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;pei xuan!&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;hey!&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;do u miss me?!&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;only a few hrs&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;stupid girl..&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;dont talk to u liao..&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;u crazy ar&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;tmr i mus stay away from u&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;hoi...!&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;if not i will get e diesease&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;what disease?&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;crazy&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;plus a smell&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;lols!!&lt;br /&gt;Tricia says:&lt;br /&gt;hoi...! you smelly..&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;-peixuan(: says:&lt;br /&gt;u lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Xuan is getting very funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116230164593542544?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116230164593542544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116230164593542544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116230164593542544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116230164593542544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/conversation-with-pei-xuan.html' title='Conversation with Pei Xuan!'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116229368888121069</id><published>2006-10-31T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:21:33.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky yoghurt</title><content type='html'>I got freaked out today during tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess no one knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who bothers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't function properly when I'm freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you want to upset me, you know exactly what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could offer me some yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I just remembered, I don't like soft toys just like apple doesn't..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116229368888121069?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116229368888121069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116229368888121069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116229368888121069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116229368888121069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/freaky-yoghurt.html' title='Freaky yoghurt'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116210178083087881</id><published>2006-10-29T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:03:00.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work it</title><content type='html'>I want to know how it works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116210178083087881?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116210178083087881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116210178083087881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116210178083087881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116210178083087881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/work-it.html' title='Work it'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116200944522075556</id><published>2006-10-28T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:04:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Xin Zhi!&lt;/strong&gt; The famous Lotus!!! Ha Ha. Zhi...&lt;br /&gt;Your body looks quite hot now but the moment you talk...&lt;br /&gt;You're still like the old you...&lt;br /&gt;Still funny and innocent as before...&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! Shall blog about what I did after school yesterday in detail! (I have this spur to do so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when I became "vera's secret evill twin sister" (quoted from big bird's blog). I don't even know who she is but her name makes me wonder how she looks and sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I met up with bird at west mall so that I could have my lunch. I was so hungry. We then went to the cinema to check if there were any movies we can watch. I chose that sinking of Japan movie but it was scheduled at a time that was not very convenient. So we skipped it. We initially thought of having popcorns and nachos. Neh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Causeway Point! Ha Ha. Why..? Cause its one of the nearest and biggest one! =D And we have not been there for quite a while, or is it me? We again, went to check the time for the movie but decided not to watch after all. Heh. We preferred to walk around. I bought a lot of colour pens from Popular. Dan bought his box of precious pencils apparently after deciding for a very very long time. Talk about women being indecisive. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two photo frames and 2 purses. I planned to give one to Linda. =D Surprise surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated Dan to his favourite Chicken/Duck/Beef/Turkey floss bread from breadtalk. It was quite fun, yesterday, although our legs were buckling by the time we decided to leave. Oh, Bird bought himself a new pair of sneakers! Are those called sneakers? Shoes? I thought it didn't look nice initially but he carried it off well. He actually looked good with it but I didn't want to tell him. He'll show me that birdy face if I did so. Lol... =DD Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really deep and gooooooooood night sleep yesterday cause I was extremely tired. I actually ate my dinner with my eyes half closed. Not that the food wasn't appetizing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone called me when I almost drifted off to oblivion. I forgot what I said to the sender. Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116200944522075556?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116200944522075556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116200944522075556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116200944522075556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116200944522075556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/bird-updates.html' title='Bird updates'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116192384396498197</id><published>2006-10-27T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:43:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports &amp; Wellness</title><content type='html'>I chose netball as my S&amp;W sport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I exercised was when I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't want to know, I assure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my toe...and its bleeding internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost touch with running...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first words of my coach was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to start off, two rounds around the sports complex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like she was telling me to run 10 rounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm quite lazy in this sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet big bird for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st Birthday, Jason TAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your big day and you're not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116192384396498197?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116192384396498197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116192384396498197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116192384396498197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116192384396498197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/sports-wellness.html' title='Sports &amp; Wellness'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116186077388159427</id><published>2006-10-26T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:49:05.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of nice tutors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are all my biz comm tutors so weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you don't want to know anything at all? You don't want to communicate, don't want to feel, don't want to see. Yet, you hesitate in your actions when you meet the situation. Then you decide to communicate, feel and see after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder how they have the power to shine, I can't see them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116186077388159427?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116186077388159427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116186077388159427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116186077388159427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116186077388159427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116168135925599148</id><published>2006-10-24T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:29:01.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>I'm doing everything the wrong way today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has subsided...I hear a bird beckoning to his friend outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you, you sulky bird, come out and play!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today's not my day!" Sulky spat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, com'on! You silly dope!" Birdy urged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be quiet already!!" *Growls like a lion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdy got a shock and flew away in haste at the speed of lightning, leaving a drizzle of smelly feathers at the spot he stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulky watched the feathers fall and grimaced. It thought to itself, "don't birds ever bathe? Yuck."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116168135925599148?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116168135925599148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116168135925599148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116168135925599148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116168135925599148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116160295031449651</id><published>2006-10-23T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:49:01.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Econs tutorial today was fun =D but a tad too draggy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Apple after school today to pass her some magic wonder textbook. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair looks really cool...I like it. Check it out! She has it on her blog. &lt;br /&gt;But you got to see it in person...hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked with her on some lecturers and tutors...hope she didn't find them lame..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to choose my 2nd year elective this week. Either International Economics and Finance (IEF) or FIT, I can't remember what it stands for. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most prolly gonna take IEF. Whether I'll cope or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll choose that first...I'll worry about the coping part later on...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to take me out for lunch/dinner? I seriously need some social activities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dysfunctional life o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116160295031449651?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116160295031449651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116160295031449651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116160295031449651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116160295031449651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116149812512624938</id><published>2006-10-22T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:24:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing</title><content type='html'>Why do we judge people? Why do we care what others think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives everyone the right to say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I have done my fair share. But, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this jealousy or just some ridicules of dislike for people we have not met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels worse than judging someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it possible to not judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a question I often ask myself. I don't understand this whole thing yet sometimes I do it. I need to stop. What about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does being a movie star make you better than anyone? Does being an outstanding elite make you better than anyone? Does being a basketball champ make you better than anyone? Does wearing a white collar and make-up make you better than anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I safely say no to the above mentioned. Based on the fact that nobody is better than anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We judge people by the way they talk, the way they smile, they way they eat, the way they walk, the words they use. Why? I don't understand. A person who swears doesn't make him a bad person. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we judge so many things based on what see on the exterior? Why do we look at attributes they have. Why do we care how they talk, where they hang out, where they go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of prerequisites is endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116149812512624938?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116149812512624938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116149812512624938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116149812512624938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116149812512624938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-thing.html' title='One thing'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116149529670390958</id><published>2006-10-22T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:34:56.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A habit I'd like to kick</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what I'm supposed to sound like, or what I should say. All I know is that the more you tell me about myself and the more I know about you, the more I wonder why you or anyone else should desire my company. I'm not a very nice girl, am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116149529670390958?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116149529670390958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116149529670390958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116149529670390958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116149529670390958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/habit-id-like-to-kick.html' title='A habit I&apos;d like to kick'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116140331003485092</id><published>2006-10-21T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T12:29:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some utterances</title><content type='html'>I've decided to blog after someone related me to the word 'lazy'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better blog or I'll..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll what?" I goaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll rewire your house so that every time you switch on an appliance, heavy metal music blasts at earsplitting decibels throughout your house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a good day today? I mean, besides all that haze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Minnie Riperton's Loving You. I like the chirpings in the song. &lt;em&gt;Yea yea, like anyone bothers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's deepavali today and it's also Sathish's birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Sathish!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering what kind of girl I will be when I'm around the age of twenty.&lt;br /&gt;Will I be bolder, more arrogant or will I still be like what I am today. I have the slightest instinct that &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; guys have a liking towards demure and reserved girls. &lt;em&gt;I'm not saying that I am as dittoed...&lt;/em&gt; Well, maybe I should learn to be more quiet and modest...no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I dreamt of a great career; a husband and children. I met and married the man of my dreams and together we planned to have four kids. My first kid, I named her trish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our society places emphasis on looks, abilities and being the same as everyone else. Sometimes I portray it as having impossible standards but, I also feel the pressure to conform to these 'ideals of perfection'. Sometimes trying leaves me feeling less perfect. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes it deters me from having dreams that are actually, too realistic to happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some people will gush about the beauty of a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, a woman's beauty is most perceptible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Yeah?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty is reflected in her soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhh, the beauty of a woman, so beauuutiful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/em&gt;, I thought. Just unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also seems like a society where people are just busy feathering their nest.&lt;br /&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116140331003485092?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116140331003485092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116140331003485092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116140331003485092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116140331003485092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-utterances.html' title='Some utterances'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116108019592990398</id><published>2006-10-17T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:06:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze Condition</title><content type='html'>I was reading and watching news online on CNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will expect more haze as the wind continues blowing in the southeastern direction. Most of the haze we have over here comes from Kalimantan &lt;em&gt;(The Indonesian part of the island of Borneo)&lt;/em&gt; and it is the place with the most hot spots compared to Southern Sumatra, Riau and Jambi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some screenshot pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Hot%20Spots%2C%20Haze%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/Hot%20Spots%2C%20Haze%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Hot%20Spots%2C%20Haze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/Hot%20Spots%2C%20Haze.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Hot%20Spots%2C%20Haze%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/Hot%20Spots%2C%20Haze%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Hot%20spots%2C%20Haze%207.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/Hot%20spots%2C%20Haze%207.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Hot%20spots%2C%20Haze%206.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/Hot%20spots%2C%20Haze%206.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Hot%20spots%2C%20Haze%205.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/Hot%20spots%2C%20Haze%205.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Hot%20spots%2C%20haze%208.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/Hot%20spots%2C%20haze%208.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Hot%20spots%2C%20Haze%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/Hot%20spots%2C%20Haze%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore is shrouded in haze!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's PM 10?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To state in scientific terms, I learnt that its "particulate matter that is 10 microns &amp; below"&lt;br /&gt;To state simply, it means tiny particles of soot, dust, smoke, fumes and aerosols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quick Fact!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to 2.6 billion tons of carbon were released during the 1997 Indonesian Wildfires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much will it be this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116108019592990398?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116108019592990398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116108019592990398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116108019592990398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116108019592990398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-condition_17.html' title='Haze Condition'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116099930517312880</id><published>2006-10-16T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:01:01.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mistake</title><content type='html'>You're currently with the male equivalent of me. You ever think of that? Yet another person in your life that is broken but doesn't want to be fixed. Yet another person in your life for you to anguish over, and in this case, get screwed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never have time to deal with yourself, only others. Go. Go ahead and kill yourself. Literally and figuratively, see if I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasn't often someone wanted to do something for her, and she squirmed for a moment, fighting with that age-old nemesis. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That nearly put the first chink on the armor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116099930517312880?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116099930517312880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116099930517312880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116099930517312880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116099930517312880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/mistake.html' title='The mistake'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116054523484543501</id><published>2006-10-11T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:26:59.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype</title><content type='html'>I recently downloaded Skype so that my parents can talk to my brother who is now overseas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have unknown people adding me on Skype and they are a tad different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: half chinese, based in Sg&lt;br /&gt;Mike: over 30 - HR/operations&lt;br /&gt;Mike: you?&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: Im not as old&lt;br /&gt;Mike: ouch i am &lt;strong&gt;cradle snatching&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: ...........&lt;br /&gt;Mike: ...so who do u skype with?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: wat &lt;strong&gt;turns u on&lt;/strong&gt;...?&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: certainly not men like u&lt;br /&gt;Mike: ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: went for op&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: i see&lt;br /&gt;john: cut my foreskin&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: i see&lt;br /&gt;john: painful&lt;br /&gt;john: cannot walk&lt;br /&gt;john: u noe wat is it rite?&lt;br /&gt;Tricia: i dont understand&lt;br /&gt;john: huh&lt;br /&gt;john: my &lt;strong&gt;c*ck foreskin&lt;/strong&gt; la&lt;br /&gt;john: btw &lt;strong&gt;u virgin&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn offs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make some nice net friends but, they are hard to come by and they never last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, because the friendship is just too thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a tough nut. I'm trying to flirt with you, in case you didn't notice. And don't say you don't flirt, because-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't flirt around simply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We could be more than coworkers. What do you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about never? Does never work for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, that's just plain not nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're hurting my ego."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just stating fact."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bi*ch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh, ouch. You got me. Now get lost."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116054523484543501?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116054523484543501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116054523484543501' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116054523484543501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116054523484543501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/skype.html' title='Skype'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116023435476028980</id><published>2006-10-07T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:19:14.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily record</title><content type='html'>Went out with mommy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze was really bad in town. I heard the PSI was 145-150. No wonder I choked and fainted and was admitted to Raffles Hospital. Kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a terrible headache...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116023435476028980?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116023435476028980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116023435476028980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116023435476028980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116023435476028980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/daily-record.html' title='Daily record'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-116002509083775402</id><published>2006-10-05T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:51:50.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxette's, Spending My Time</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep last night. I turned in really early. I wanted to put an end to all my thoughts for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied in bed, tossing and turning. Finding every position uncomfortable. To the extent of kicking my comforter off me cause I felt like something was suffocating me. Annoyed, I got out of bed, turned on the lamp and did some reading. The more I read, the more I felt I couldn't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed something to soothe me to a deep slumber. I turned on my PC for some music. My player had Roxette's 'Spending My Time' lined up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my bed, placed the comforter at the foot of the mattress neatly, hugged my bolster and fell asleep listening to the soulful tunes of Roxette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how "fall asleep to the sound, of tears of a clown' kept reverberating in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-116002509083775402?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/116002509083775402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=116002509083775402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116002509083775402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/116002509083775402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/roxettes-spending-my-time.html' title='Roxette&apos;s, Spending My Time'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115986098668386208</id><published>2006-10-03T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:44:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A silly moment</title><content type='html'>I felt like a little girl yesterday. I printed out a picture and put it in my wallet. I placed it in the transparent slot where people would usually put their IC and stuffs. I looked at the masterpiece and smiled sheepishly. I then put my wallet back into the cupboard for safe keeping. I continued smiling gleefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I laughed so hard I think I died.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115986098668386208?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115986098668386208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115986098668386208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115986098668386208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115986098668386208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/silly-moment.html' title='A silly moment'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115971706150740885</id><published>2006-10-01T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:56:40.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotels</title><content type='html'>I recently recalled my one month overseas trip few years ago. My family and I lived out of hotels/inns. The best thing about hotels that could happen is that each day someone would come to tidy the room, pick up the towels, vacuum the carpet and change the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotels are nice simply because they are different from homes. They have wall-mounted hair dryers that roar so loud as to damage your hearing and yet simultaneously so weak as to have no effect on your hair. Well, on my hair at least. They have bath tubs without non-slips mats and sometimes you step inside and slip. They even have beds with sheets tucked so tightly that your feet are pressed flat out to the side. This reminds me of ancient Egyptians. Ha Ha. I remember how it would take me 5 minutes to hunt down the switch that controlled the entryway lamp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most scandalous of all! The infamous shower head. I mean this in a very clean way. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike hotel shower heads. They are mounted onto the wall. Sometimes, turning the knob to the left makes the water come out softer. Sometimes, the water becomes scalding. Some showers deliver a weak drizzle while others come out in a forceful blast. And what is most irritating about the mounted shower heads is that they cannot be detached. Lol. :D Get the joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe the sadists made shower heads this way; so they can save on water bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I remember, is the special lighting they put over the mirror. They highlight my eye bags and make me look like Britney Spears without make-up. Just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how about hmm, toilet rolls in homes. I have this rule in my house. Whoever finishes the roll will replace it with a new one. Often, we always feel that we are the ones using the last square piece. When you reach out to get some of those paper towels and you see that its finishing, you either try to use the minimum or you forgo it. Sometimes, you forget that it's the last piece and you tear it away. You grudgingly walk to the cupboard to get a new one...sounds familiar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115971706150740885?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115971706150740885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115971706150740885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115971706150740885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115971706150740885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hotels.html' title='Hotels'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115963605309756606</id><published>2006-10-01T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:11:15.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band</title><content type='html'>I miss band music. I miss hearing Tokyo Kosei's, First Love Medley. I miss Helen Comley's, Jamaican Cocktail. I miss Thomas Bishop's, String Adagio. I miss Bruce Fraser's, Variations on a Scottish Folk Song. I miss playing the clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting in a band room with percussions. I miss feeling the vibrations of the various instruments when everyone would play their parts. How the band mood would become mellow when we played tender pieces, how everyone would smile when we played a lively song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've almost forgotten how it feels to hear a single note sweep across a silent room. How a melody would touch my heart and bring emotions to my face. I've also, almost fogotten how a vibrato on a clarinet sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long. I wonder, why I'm not playing anymore. Have I forgotten my scales? Have I forgotten what the sharps and flats are? Have I forgotten...how to play like I used to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115963605309756606?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115963605309756606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115963605309756606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115963605309756606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115963605309756606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/10/band.html' title='Band'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115959746951092681</id><published>2006-09-30T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:32:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I think I'm a fool to think for one minute that the best year of my life will just happen...if I am lucky. I'm a fool to believe that I lack what it takes to make this year a great year, no matter what I am doing or what is happening in my life, and even if...things around me appear to be out of my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often allow thoughts like "What if I'm not able to..." or "What if I can't handle..." or "What if I fail..." or "what if nobody appreciates..." or "what if nobody likes..." trick me into believing I can't succeed or trick me into believing that I'm different from others, whatever you deem fit. I can quite safely say that most of you have these thoughts like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I feel like I owe this great life, and the thought of having to do something to create it makes me mad but, I've realised that it drives me to make empowering choices for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115959746951092681?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115959746951092681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115959746951092681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115959746951092681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115959746951092681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/matters.html' title='Matters'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115937402520567605</id><published>2006-09-27T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:20:25.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A depth to who we are, so uncharted</title><content type='html'>If taking the risk to make a day special could touch someone to the point of sheer ecstasy, and inspire them to go out and affect another, wouldn't life be more fulfilling and exciting. Most of us are always waiting for the right time or the right moment to make our days special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any unforgettable days? Days that leave a lasting impression on you. When you are in your room, sitting at your desk and you think of those days, you unwittingly smile and there is a distant look in your eyes and in those eyes, you see tenderness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally love these special days. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently been thinking about someone, essentially being able to feel great about himself when everything is going his way. He has a full bank account, people around him are treating him well, his career is soaring and his kids are happy. Besides being happy in this sense, will he feel like, he has a more difficult task? The more difficult task is to accept himself even in the presence of his flaws. Can he imagine having the ability to feel good about himself even when he's feeling unworthy, insecured or scared about just, some other matters. How about someone who has everything going his way but he accepts himself when he fails to meet his deadlines or show up for his kid's soccer practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is that when we love and respect who we are, we naturally feel worthy enough to have it all. We are able to acknowledge that we are both perfect and imperfect and we accept that we will at times be moody, fail in our tasks and make mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else came to my mind while I was at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman in love is drunk with something. In my opinion, it's like a powerful chemical syrup that permeates her cells. The power she harnesses can heal the world. A woman in love can do the impossible. If a woman is not in love, she lacks energy and she can lack the will to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what do I mean by a woman being in love? It could be with herself, with a man, a child or even with her job. It's up to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are times when we feel imprisoned and we want to spring free. We cry, we laugh. We love and want those deep belly laughs. We hold memory close to our hearts and live for the day when we will laugh that way again. Youth is not a great prize and age a sad afterthought. If anything, youth well, is the bud and age...is perhaps, when we blossom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115937402520567605?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115937402520567605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115937402520567605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115937402520567605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115937402520567605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/depth-to-who-we-are-so-uncharted.html' title='A depth to who we are, so uncharted'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115915194026640772</id><published>2006-09-25T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T14:46:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've felt so jaded. I wonder why I'm singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw an old friend of ours today, she asked about you, I didn't quite know what to say"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've almost shook these blues"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're such a sly one with your cold cold heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing and singing, never getting sick of the words and rhythms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't like you, because you are dangerous..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115915194026640772?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115915194026640772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115915194026640772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115915194026640772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115915194026640772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115909767624408502</id><published>2006-09-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:34:36.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blame game/righteous positions</title><content type='html'>It is human nature to always want to blame others. The rules of this game are as follows: It's not my fault, it's your fault. I didn't do it, and I am going to make you suffer even if I have to destroy my life in the process. The game is to look for any person, place, or thing and make them responsible for what's going on (or not going on) in your life. It's a game where nobody wins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich people are greedy&lt;br /&gt;Women should be passive&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should graduate from college&lt;br /&gt;Death is bad&lt;br /&gt;Failing is bad&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should leave happy&lt;br /&gt;Republicans are big-business fascists who care only about money&lt;br /&gt;People are idiolts&lt;br /&gt;Men have it easy&lt;br /&gt;Divorce is bad&lt;br /&gt;Anger is bad&lt;br /&gt;Hate is bad&lt;br /&gt;People shouldn't be judgmental&lt;br /&gt;It's a dog-eat-dog world&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anybody&lt;br /&gt;I'm right and you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There's a hole in my sidewalk" (same behaviors over and over again)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;I fall in&lt;br /&gt;I am lost, I am helpless&lt;br /&gt;It isn't my fault&lt;br /&gt;It takes me forever to find a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the street&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I don't see it&lt;br /&gt;I fall in again&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am in the same place&lt;br /&gt;But, it isn't my fault&lt;br /&gt;It still takes a long time to get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;I see it is there&lt;br /&gt;I still fall in, it's a habit&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open&lt;br /&gt;I know where I am&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault&lt;br /&gt;I get out immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;I walk around it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down another street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115909767624408502?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115909767624408502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115909767624408502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115909767624408502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115909767624408502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/blame-gamerighteous-positions.html' title='The blame game/righteous positions'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115851417311919534</id><published>2006-09-18T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:53:10.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried so often over so little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt queasy and nauseated because of a hot sunny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt a bond of unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read a letter that melted away the anger and rebellion you had been feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiled at someone and exchanged congratulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found adults to be so ebulliently funny one minute &amp; so introspective the next; so open-hearted and unguarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noticed how someone's rhythms and gestures reminded you of your grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned your head to gaze at somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met someone's looks and smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read books with someone in synchrony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed good-night kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115851417311919534?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115851417311919534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115851417311919534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115851417311919534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115851417311919534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115781625150310718</id><published>2006-09-09T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T16:19:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note to honey</title><content type='html'>"All I needed this morning was a half-hour alone, thirty minutes of peace and quiet to help preserve my sanity, just me, a hot calgon bath, and nothingness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, listen closely. Your mommy is going to crack. She's losing her marbles. She's teetering on the edge of permanent personality damage."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115781625150310718?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115781625150310718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115781625150310718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115781625150310718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115781625150310718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/note-to-honey.html' title='A note to honey'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115763499936910602</id><published>2006-09-07T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:08:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all right</title><content type='html'>Anytime you need a friend &lt;br /&gt;I will be here &lt;br /&gt;You'll never be alone again &lt;br /&gt;So don't you fear &lt;br /&gt;Even if you're miles away &lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side &lt;br /&gt;So don't you ever be lonely &lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few stolen moments is all that we share &lt;br /&gt;Though I've tried to resist being last on your list &lt;br /&gt;But no other man's gonna do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should feel&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t really care&lt;br /&gt;And that you’re starting to lose ground&lt;br /&gt;Just let me reassure you&lt;br /&gt;That you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;And that I’ll always be around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115763499936910602?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115763499936910602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115763499936910602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115763499936910602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115763499936910602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-all-right.html' title='It&apos;s all right'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115729594284680712</id><published>2006-09-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:32:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This young lady...</title><content type='html'>She's now quiet, all restlessness spent. Anger no longer fills the nooks and crannies of her soul. People once said she had a face so black that she absorbed everything around her, midnight had wrapped itself around this young lady. One day she looked in the mirror and saw remnants of a trampled flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dynamic behind this is interesting. She didn't want to probe deeply to determine what was wrong and she cared so much about others that she was being overly concerned with offending others. Others did not bother to ask, did not bother to want to know why, why this young lady was hurting so badly inside, why she was crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was naive to think that wallowing in self-pity would give her strength to carry on in life. Of course, she never did find the strength she yearned for. It was a ploy she would use against herself, unwittingly buying into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never did believe in anyone. She couldn't make assertive decisions. She couldn't decide who her real friends were. She didn't understand why people would make her feel so worthy for a moment and lousy the next. She had a myriad of questions lingering in her mind, why, why, why. Everyday, she would write her diary but in her journals, the anguish remained. The diary couldn't quite help relinquish her hurt because it was flooded with accumulated emotions and tears from her past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, she would get angry at herself for not being able to focus, for lagging behind others, for her silly mistakes. She embraced her life with a lack of passion, power and pride. She wanted to be different from others, wanted to be authentic, wanted to be, herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have an easy journey making her way out of that black pit. She felt so vulnerable because no one could help her, on her own, she had to fight. She hated it when others made it before her. She hated it when her path disappeared into a vague impression. She hated it when others got what she wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young lady. She's not just any young lady. She does not have high cheekbones that accentuate a feminine nose, she does not have a killer smile, she does not have elegant eyebrows. Looking back at the shards of what was then her mirror, she saw a weak and pale girl. She is thankful that she does not see a beauty when she looks into a mirror, she is thankful when she looks within her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her strong will continues to carry her lithe body each day on sidewalks. Everyday, she returns home, nourished by nature's embrace and sure of her perfection. This young lady, she melts at the innocence of a child, she would do anything to induce a giggle from a child. This young lady, she's not just any young woman. If she's nice to you, she means it. If she likes you, she really does. If she loves you, she wants a picture taken with you so that she can be with you forever. You see, she does not go for the simple things in life. If she gives love, she's giving you her heart with it. She will be counting on you, to keep it safe from harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young lady...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115729594284680712?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115729594284680712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115729594284680712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115729594284680712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115729594284680712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-young-lady.html' title='This young lady...'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115729103610135040</id><published>2006-09-03T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:57:40.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insensitive, Jann Arden</title><content type='html'>How do you cool your lips &lt;br /&gt;after a summer's kiss&lt;br /&gt;how do you rid the sweat &lt;br /&gt;after the body bliss&lt;br /&gt;how do you turn your eyes &lt;br /&gt;from the romantic glare &lt;br /&gt;how do you block the sound &lt;br /&gt;of a voice you'd know anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I really should have known&lt;br /&gt;by the time you drove me home &lt;br /&gt;by the vagueness in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;the casual goodbyes &lt;br /&gt;by the chill in your embrace &lt;br /&gt;the expression on your face &lt;br /&gt;that told me &lt;br /&gt;maybe you might have some advice to give &lt;br /&gt;on how to be &lt;br /&gt;insensitive &lt;br /&gt;How do you numb your skin &lt;br /&gt;after the warmest touch&lt;br /&gt;how do you slow your blood &lt;br /&gt;after the body rush&lt;br /&gt;how do you free your soul &lt;br /&gt;after you've found a friend&lt;br /&gt;how do you teach your heart &lt;br /&gt;its a crime to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you probably wont remember me &lt;br /&gt;its probably ancient history &lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the chosen few &lt;br /&gt;who went ahead and fell for you &lt;br /&gt;I am out of vogue, I'm out of touch &lt;br /&gt;I fell too fast, I feel too much &lt;br /&gt;I thought that you might have &lt;br /&gt;some advice to give on how to be &lt;br /&gt;insensitive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115729103610135040?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115729103610135040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115729103610135040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115729103610135040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115729103610135040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/insensitive-jann-arden.html' title='Insensitive, Jann Arden'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115722986270645780</id><published>2006-09-03T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T04:44:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To really love a woman - Bryan Adams</title><content type='html'>To really love a woman&lt;br /&gt;Let her hold you&lt;br /&gt;til you know how she needs to be touched&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta breathe her - really taste her&lt;br /&gt;Til you can feel her in your blood&lt;br /&gt;And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;You know you really love a woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115722986270645780?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115722986270645780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115722986270645780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115722986270645780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115722986270645780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-really-love-woman-bryan-adams.html' title='To really love a woman - Bryan Adams'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115702476071604623</id><published>2006-08-31T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:46:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Where It Hurts</title><content type='html'>Just tell me where it hurts now baby, &lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you with a love so tender &lt;br /&gt;And if you let me stay I'll love all the hurt away &lt;br /&gt;Why is that sad look in you eyes &lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying &lt;br /&gt;Tell me now tell me now &lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're feeling this way &lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you so down &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby is it your heart &lt;br /&gt;Ooh Breakin' all in pieces &lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry &lt;br /&gt;Makin' you feel blue &lt;br /&gt;Is there anything I can do &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me where it hurts now baby &lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better &lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best to make the tears all go away &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts now tell me &lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you with a love so tender &lt;br /&gt;And if you let me stay I'll love all the hurt away &lt;br /&gt;Girl tell me, where are all those tears coming from &lt;br /&gt;Why are they fallin' &lt;br /&gt;Did somebody somebody leave your heart in the cold &lt;br /&gt;You just need somebody to hold give me a chance to put back all the pieces &lt;br /&gt;Take your broken heart &lt;br /&gt;Make it just like new &lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I can do &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me where it hurts now baby &lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better &lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best to make the tears all go away &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts now tell me &lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you with a love so tender &lt;br /&gt;And if you let me stay I'll love all the hurt away &lt;br /&gt;Baby, If you'd only tell me where it hurts I know I can make it better. &lt;br /&gt;If I could wrap my arms around your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'd would hold you tight, and let you know everything is gonna be allright. &lt;br /&gt;So take a chance with me baby. I dont wanna see you cry. &lt;br /&gt;Is it your heart Ooh that's breakin' all in pieces &lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry Makin' you feel blue &lt;br /&gt;Is there anything I can do &lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it hurts now baby &lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better &lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best to make the tears all go away Just tell me where &lt;br /&gt;it hurts now tell me &lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you with a love so tender &lt;br /&gt;And if you let me stay I'll love all the hurt away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115702476071604623?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115702476071604623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115702476071604623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115702476071604623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115702476071604623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/tell-me-where-it-hurts.html' title='Tell Me Where It Hurts'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115651271945974118</id><published>2006-08-25T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:31:59.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understand by Christina Aguilera</title><content type='html'>i made you think, you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think that happiness could only be something&lt;br /&gt;that happened to somebody else&lt;br /&gt;everybody believed, everybody but me, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;and i've been hurt so many times before,&lt;br /&gt;that my hopes was dying, so sick of trying&lt;br /&gt;everybody could see, everybody but me, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;but then you came into my life, you opened up my softer side&lt;br /&gt;and now i can see into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, i realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;all the times you didn't understand,&lt;br /&gt;why you couldn't just be my man.&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;there were many walls you had to climb,&lt;br /&gt;if you really wanted to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;after all the hoops i put you through,&lt;br /&gt;now i see that i'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i hope you finally understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many tears i've had to cry,&lt;br /&gt;but you had many more of your own you had to try&lt;br /&gt;but you stuck it out and you're here with me now, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;and rememberin' the days i pushed away your love,&lt;br /&gt;you called my bluff and you still stayed around,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you figured me out&lt;br /&gt;said, you got me down&lt;br /&gt;and there's no way to lie to you, you know me better than i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, ooh, you see me through,&lt;br /&gt;i'd be no good without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;all the times you didn't understand,&lt;br /&gt;why you just couldn't be my man&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;there were many walls you had to climb (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;if you really wanted to be mine (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;after all the hoops i put you through (through)&lt;br /&gt;now i see that i'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i hope you finally understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, won't you listen now&lt;br /&gt;can't you see just what i'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;said baby won't you listen now&lt;br /&gt;can't you see just what i'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time went on, and i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;to keep my distance for so long.&lt;br /&gt;so afraid, you wouldn't stay&lt;br /&gt;but you never turned away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always right by my side&lt;br /&gt;you're forever in my life&lt;br /&gt;don't you go&lt;br /&gt;'cause now i know&lt;br /&gt;that in you i found a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can see into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;all the times you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;why you just couldn't be my man&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;there were many walls you had to climb,&lt;br /&gt;if you really wanted to be mine&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;after all the hoops i put you through&lt;br /&gt;now i see i'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i hope you finally understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made you think, you don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115651271945974118?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115651271945974118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115651271945974118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115651271945974118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115651271945974118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/understand-by-christina-aguilera.html' title='Understand by Christina Aguilera'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115622641864571668</id><published>2006-08-22T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:00:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pampered idiolts???</title><content type='html'>"Why does it have to be like this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....doesn't give a shit about some young kid in designer jeans and a branded T-shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... young people are notorious for being unable to step out of their own skin for a moment and take a look at themselves."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115622641864571668?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115622641864571668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115622641864571668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115622641864571668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115622641864571668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/pampered-idiolts.html' title='The pampered idiolts???'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115598882662090866</id><published>2006-08-19T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:00:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When thoughts are a luxury</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting at my study desk with my notes staring right in front of me when I began on a wandering journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something struck my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, we all have flaws in our logic from time to time but, our learning journey manifests and formulates our logic through what we will experience, what we will learn and what we will be exposed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize,&lt;br /&gt;With articulation, there will be fufillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now end my wandering journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115598882662090866?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115598882662090866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115598882662090866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115598882662090866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115598882662090866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-thoughts-are-luxury.html' title='When thoughts are a luxury'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115596046509230818</id><published>2006-08-19T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T12:07:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christina Aguilera - Candyman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/1E3docy4ezw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/1E3docy4ezw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115596046509230818?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115596046509230818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115596046509230818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115596046509230818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115596046509230818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/christina-aguilera-candyman.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115592039608432188</id><published>2006-08-19T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:59:56.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Killer Whale and Trainer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/fpZFfzDg5nQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/fpZFfzDg5nQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Something educational..(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115592039608432188?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115589476159413749</id><published>2006-08-18T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:52:41.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercising Indoors</title><content type='html'>I've just finished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-changing my bedsheet/comforter yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;-doing the laundry&lt;br /&gt;-vacuuming the floor&lt;br /&gt;-washing the toilet&lt;br /&gt;-mopping the floor&lt;br /&gt;-tidying up the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115589476159413749?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115589476159413749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Multiplier Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/bernice%26tricia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/200/bernice%26tricia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bernice..lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115588184282421613?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115588184282421613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115588184282421613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115588184282421613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115588184282421613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/multiplier-effect.html' title='The Multiplier Effect'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115587712612737831</id><published>2006-08-18T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:03:30.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This insect</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something peculiar happened when I started writing my answer for Econs question 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freaky spider crawled on my hand. Initally, I thought it was my long hair tickling but, when my eyeballs saw this...translucent, long eight-legged spider, it went the size of a golfball. It was really disgusting, I tell you. I couldn't shriek out loud because I was in the exam hall. Let me find a picture quite similar to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children below the age of 5 strictly not permitted to continue reading this entry. (You have been warned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will scroll anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/200/Spider.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flung it off my hand and guess where it flew to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, the idiotic guy who was sitting beside me who was making plenty of noise with his shoes. He kept fidgeting on his chair, it was really annoying but, I tried not to let those bother me. After all, I got my revenge. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm just kidding...prolly some invigilator stepped on it..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers for spider!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115587712612737831?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115587712612737831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115587712612737831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115587712612737831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115587712612737831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-insect.html' title='This insect'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115574590635522110</id><published>2006-08-17T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:36:08.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentration</title><content type='html'>Concentration: the ability to direct your thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're studying and your attention strays to all the other homework you have, to a date, to the fact that you're hungry. Say to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be here now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus back on subject with questions, summarizing, outlining and mapping and maintain your attention there as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it wanders again, repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be here now"&lt;br /&gt;(This time with some tone emphasis like, be HERE NOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia's unsophisticated thesis on good concentration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off computer, keep all edibles away from sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115574590635522110?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115574590635522110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115574590635522110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115574590635522110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115574590635522110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/concentration.html' title='Concentration'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115571063470555128</id><published>2006-08-16T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:51:20.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is selfishness, really?</title><content type='html'>A successful business woman gave up her career to care for her seriously ill husband. An aquaintance commented 'oh how unselfish you are to make such a sacrifice'. Naturally and quite rightly the woman was furious with such an insult and answered "I love my husband, this is the most selfish thing I have ever done!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her, being selfless and making sacrifices would have meant giving up her husband for the career. Its the same whenever anyone chooses one value over another - regardless of whats being chosen the person is chosing for and by themselves - essentially being 'selfish'. Look over the choices you make. Perhaps you volunteer some charity work? Because YOU choose to do it over the alternatives, you want to, you value it - you, you, you, self, self, self. Do you see what I am getting at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115571063470555128?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115571063470555128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115571063470555128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115571063470555128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115571063470555128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-selfishness-really.html' title='What is selfishness, really?'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115562646879219322</id><published>2006-08-15T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:32:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy Piano Medley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/i8twM1K-F8U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/i8twM1K-F8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some Piano.. (:&lt;br /&gt;I think 04:40 till the end is THE BEST. Look at how his fingers danced along the length of the keys. Simply amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115562646879219322?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115562646879219322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115562646879219322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115562646879219322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115562646879219322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/final-fantasy-piano-medley-some-piano.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115562591857193082</id><published>2006-08-15T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:33:05.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Chromatic Scale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/XXQjP3jm1lA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/XXQjP3jm1lA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115562591857193082?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115562591857193082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115562591857193082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115562591857193082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115562591857193082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/chromatic-scale.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115562562846247884</id><published>2006-08-15T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:33:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Clarinet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/rlwK8-xW44c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/rlwK8-xW44c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her tone is strong, don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115562562846247884?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115562562846247884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115562562846247884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115562562846247884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115562562846247884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/clarinet-her-tone-is-strong-dont-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115562551846562380</id><published>2006-08-15T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:34:26.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Clarinet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/8FRd6FLpCZw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/8FRd6FLpCZw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Look at this girl play. She's so young..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115562551846562380?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115562551846562380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115562551846562380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115562551846562380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115562551846562380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/clarinet-look-at-this-girl-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115548845318425677</id><published>2006-08-14T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:34:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christina Aguilera - At Last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/OyMTi7-7VGs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/OyMTi7-7VGs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of my favourites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115548845318425677?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115548845318425677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115548845318425677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115548845318425677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115548845318425677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/christina-aguilera-at-last-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115536543267494005</id><published>2006-08-12T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T18:33:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run of the Mill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up in the morning. House was in the state of silence. Ate my breakfast. Drank a cup of milk. The hall reverberated the sound of my footsteps as I walked to my room to gather the laundry. After soaping and rinsing the clothes, I left the laundry in the machine to spin. I hung the clothes and took them out to dry. Shortly, aunty came. Bought lunch for me to eat. Had a chat with her. Have not spoken so much for what seems like a year. Took in the clothes. They smelt nice and fresh. I feel proud of my proficiency. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Targets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Management: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Macroeconomics: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Accountings: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be glad to just pass POA. Okay, maybe a C. (:&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/8647599-115536543267494005?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115536543267494005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115536543267494005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115536543267494005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115536543267494005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/run-of-mill.html' title='Run of the Mill'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115531080139691707</id><published>2006-08-11T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:13:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's so hard to explain in words how much I want to do the things that I used to do. Those were like my love stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115531080139691707?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115531080139691707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115531080139691707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115531080139691707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115531080139691707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-story.html' title='A Love Story'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115530549909349279</id><published>2006-08-11T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:11:39.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christina Aguilera - The Voice Within - Live In London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/5C2aEpb5gzk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/5C2aEpb5gzk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Will you sing it for me..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115530549909349279?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115530549909349279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115530549909349279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115530549909349279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115530549909349279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/christina-aguilera-voice-within-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115527626706501112</id><published>2006-08-11T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:14:53.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not proud to admit this but, I've been talking a whole lot lesser. I have always had the flexibility to converse, with the right people of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It is amazing to think how much life can change in only a few years. Looking back 3 years, I can see myself being anxious to graduate from Hillgrove, to an idea of independence. I was thrilled at the prospect of making new friends in a new place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I suppose there are points in life when I need to stop and be thankful for how blessed I have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/8647599-115527626706501112?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115527626706501112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115527626706501112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115527626706501112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115527626706501112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/mental-activity.html' title='Mental Activity'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115512541558700700</id><published>2006-08-09T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:52:55.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alienated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/892/597/1600/751800/Second%20Address%20Header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/892/597/320/492129/Second%20Address%20Header.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How does it feels like, watching NDP alone? Ha Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Recently, it feels like there are few people I can chat with in MSN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;People, humph, they come and go.&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/8647599-115512541558700700?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115512541558700700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115512541558700700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115512541558700700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115512541558700700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/alienated.html' title='Alienated'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115496809188108549</id><published>2006-08-08T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:16:14.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plague</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I did a mass removal of pictures in friendster. Too much unwanted attention and annoyances creeping into my life. Edited my blog contents and planning to delete archives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;We take purposeful actions to get joy and avoid grief, and we will go to great lengths to gain control over these situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;We are always asking ourselves questions. Sometimes these questions will hurt us more than they'll help us, so it is important to conciously think of questions that will help empower us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;An important human need: Belonging/Love&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/8647599-115496809188108549?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115496809188108549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115496809188108549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115496809188108549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115496809188108549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/plague.html' title='The Plague'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115493154433605434</id><published>2006-08-07T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:16:43.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expiry Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Time flies. I'm coming to the end of my first sem. I may be gone after my second sem. Lol. Who knows what will happen? My blog may be disconcerted by............hiatuses of thoughts...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Embrace me tight and hold my hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I smell durian.&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/8647599-115493154433605434?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115493154433605434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115493154433605434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115493154433605434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115493154433605434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/08/expiry-day.html' title='Expiry Day'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115433824623414681</id><published>2006-07-31T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:30:46.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Someone made my day in the Morning! Ha Ha. Sarah gave me a packet of Yupi worms in return for helping her print some notes. Lol. Sarah, can I print more notes for you? Ha Ha! Did you know I like those gummies? Lol. I enjoyed that packet. Thanks loads. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some cookies over the weekend. Lol. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D&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/8647599-115433824623414681?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115433824623414681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115433824623414681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115433824623414681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115433824623414681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/someone-made-my-day-in-morning-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115409529222898201</id><published>2006-07-28T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T22:01:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christina Aguilera - Fighter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ARTRCduC0nA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ARTRCduC0nA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115409529222898201?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115409529222898201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115409529222898201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115409529222898201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115409529222898201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/christina-aguilera-fighter.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115322877816334364</id><published>2006-07-18T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:19:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was just feeling good about myself when someone told me something....man. Don't bad things come to an end? Bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway, sometimes its hard for one to not get involved in things under circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In life, we don't always do the things we like, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We do things that we don't like too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm trying to understand this. Really trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Also trying to work this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will and I can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Btw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm smarter than I think I am! Thanks Kenny, for telling me this. I remember it very vividly in my mind and in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Since no one will tell this to me, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everything is gonna be all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Reaching out to faith, like faith reaching into my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115322877816334364?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115322877816334364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115322877816334364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115322877816334364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115322877816334364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-just-feeling-good-about-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115280568367820450</id><published>2006-07-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:48:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's my third time entering an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have so much to say but i don't know where to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or, perhaps, there's no one I can share my thoughts with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Isn't this world ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes, it is without doubts, ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You think you know but, seriously, what do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Haha..Indeed.&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/8647599-115280568367820450?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115280568367820450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115280568367820450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115280568367820450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115280568367820450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-my-third-time-entering-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115278601958717805</id><published>2006-07-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:20:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes its so hard to believe. Talk about believing. Ha Ha. Its wasting my youth believing things that are deemed impossible. Don't tell me that nothing is impossible. In my life, THIS is impossible. Why am I the one, why can't it be someone else. The good gets nothing in return but a pack of lies and ugly truths. UGLY truths that cut right into your heart. Making you yell in pain and agony. How distressing. This stupid ugly life.&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/8647599-115278601958717805?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115278601958717805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115278601958717805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115278601958717805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115278601958717805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-its-so-hard-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115264256895152833</id><published>2006-07-12T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:29:28.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hmm, I've recently been wondering why everything is going haywire in my life. Pass me the wire cutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115264256895152833?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115264256895152833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115264256895152833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115264256895152833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115264256895152833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm-ive-recently-been-wondering-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115254569730821556</id><published>2006-07-10T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:34:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sheena Easton- Almost Over You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ROwp7o8zFdA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ROwp7o8zFdA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Video of the song lyrics I posted. It's kinda old, but it speaks volumes. =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115254569730821556?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115254569730821556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115254569730821556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115254569730821556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115254569730821556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/sheena-easton-almost-over-you-video-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115254519236955410</id><published>2006-07-10T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:26:32.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I saw an old friend of our today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She asked about you and I didn't quite know what to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you've been makin' the rounds round here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;While I've been tryin' to make the tears disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've almost shook these blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So when you come back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After painting the town you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're such a sly one with your cold, cold heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For you leavin' come easy but it tore me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time heals all wounds they say and I should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause it seems like forever but I'm lettin' you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've almost shook these blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So when you come back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After painting the town you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can forgive you and soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll forget all my shattered dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You took the love that you wanted and left me the misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've almost shook these blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So when you come back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After painting the town you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Song title: Almost Over You. Nice song..=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115254519236955410?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115254519236955410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115254519236955410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115254519236955410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115254519236955410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-saw-old-friend-of-our-today-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115254519236980146</id><published>2006-07-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:26:32.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I saw an old friend of our today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She asked about you and I didn't quite know what to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you've been makin' the rounds round here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;While I've been tryin' to make the tears disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've almost shook these blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So when you come back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After painting the town you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're such a sly one with your cold, cold heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For you leavin' come easy but it tore me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time heals all wounds they say and I should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause it seems like forever but I'm lettin' you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've almost shook these blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So when you come back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After painting the town you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can forgive you and soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll forget all my shattered dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You took the love that you wanted and left me the misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've almost shook these blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So when you come back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After painting the town you'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That I'm almost over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Song title: Almost Over You. Nice song..=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115254519236980146?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115254519236980146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115254519236980146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115254519236980146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115254519236980146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-saw-old-friend-of-our-today-she_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115252283149340148</id><published>2006-07-10T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:13:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm still feeling emo. I suddenly have this urge for a movie marathon. Korean and Western movies. Any recommendations? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115252283149340148?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115252283149340148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115252283149340148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115252283149340148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115252283149340148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-still-feeling-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115245413337670688</id><published>2006-07-09T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:11:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entry deleted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115245413337670688?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115245413337670688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115245413337670688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115245413337670688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115245413337670688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/entry-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115244675770263669</id><published>2006-07-09T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:05:57.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bernice, someone loves you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115244675770263669?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115244675770263669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115244675770263669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115244675770263669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115244675770263669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/bernice-someone-loves-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115242593743335888</id><published>2006-07-09T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:18:57.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THINGS TO COMPLETE BY 5PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1) SAM Training 2 (DREAD THIS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2) POA Tutorial Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3) Read &amp; Share for LMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4) IAC Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5) Get group member's pictures to put in video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6) BCA Unit P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hmm, did I miss out anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel ratherrrrrr uhhh, somber? this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Argh...got to scram..by 5pm. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115242593743335888?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115242593743335888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115242593743335888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115242593743335888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115242593743335888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-to-complete-by-5pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115225593355610523</id><published>2006-07-07T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T15:06:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, half the day is almost gone. I'm so tired today. Drained energy due to yesterday's event. Lol. I'll put more pictures soon. I removed a few earlier for some private reasons. LMS today was crazy but fun. Lol. Our group thought we finished everything with the report but we didnt do learning points and recommendations!.We quickly typed in and went to print. Everything was so impromptu and quick. After like 10mins, we all sat down, heaved a sigh of relief when Chat thought of something we didn't do. TEAM EVALUATION. Our faces were filled with disbelief but then we quickly started doing the thingy. The whole process was pretty funny. Hehe...rushing and rushing. I want to sleep now.. :( back to blog later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115225593355610523?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115225593355610523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115225593355610523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115225593355610523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115225593355610523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-half-day-is-almost-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115192768223965435</id><published>2006-07-03T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:54:42.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OEI Byon, can put a nicer pic of me? That one so ugly lei. Tsk tsk. I shall take revenge. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115192768223965435?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115192768223965435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115192768223965435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115192768223965435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115192768223965435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/oei-byon-can-put-nicer-pic-of-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115192178507933572</id><published>2006-07-03T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:19:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't talk about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like, totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why is it so unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't tell me about the theory that life is always unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's just a lame excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It isn't a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Forget it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115192178507933572?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115192178507933572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115192178507933572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115192178507933572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115192178507933572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-talk-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115177353603954878</id><published>2006-07-02T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:05:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Had a bad day today. Was feeling moody right from the morning. It's probably because of school work. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I didn't tell my parents about my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So afraid that they'll think I've turned stupid-er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've recently been hiding things from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel sad inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just do not have the courage to tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115177353603954878?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115177353603954878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115177353603954878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115177353603954878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115177353603954878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/07/had-bad-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115165034369797171</id><published>2006-06-30T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:52:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good day everyone. Was not in very high spirits in the morning but the LMS presentations brightened up my day. =) Thanks Jac, for helping us with the video and storyboard. Going to the library later. Might buy dinner for my brother &amp; I cause Mom's out. After that, I'll do all my homework. And. Sleep. I need some sleep...the IAC video has been putting pressure on my brain. O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115165034369797171?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115165034369797171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115165034369797171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115165034369797171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115165034369797171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-day-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115159067046399413</id><published>2006-06-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:17:50.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I had my permed hair, people said I look like an angel. Not saying I'm pretty or whatsoever. Just the angelic hair. Now, I have rebonded hair and people say I look like sadako. Is this the way its spelt? So, is it better being the angel or sadako? Talking about angel, when I'm an angel, no one notices. When I'm not an angel, people notice. People are getting unappreciative. Oh well, I guess this is the way life is. I shall be an evil sadako. Someone give me papers to fold a thousand cranes. Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Break down my walls, with the strength of your love.&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/8647599-115159067046399413?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115159067046399413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115159067046399413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115159067046399413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115159067046399413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-i-had-my-permed-hair-people-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115149146590978179</id><published>2006-06-28T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:44:28.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;America's Funniest Home Videos - Boo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/vlsdyNrckJc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/vlsdyNrckJc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Watch this! It's funny. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115149146590978179?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115149146590978179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115149146590978179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115149146590978179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115149146590978179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/americas-funniest-home-videos-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115140075285249505</id><published>2006-06-27T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:32:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Funny Beer Commercial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/xZZpsSOwxcw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/xZZpsSOwxcw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happened to anyone of you before? Hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115140075285249505?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115140075285249505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115140075285249505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115140075285249505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115140075285249505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-beer-commercial-happened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115140015279486531</id><published>2006-06-27T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:22:32.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Funny Commercial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/dye_ibjPY0g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/dye_ibjPY0g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL. Should try tt one day when sitting in a car. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115140015279486531?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115140015279486531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115140015279486531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115140015279486531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115140015279486531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-commercial-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115131264464220406</id><published>2006-06-26T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:04:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cut my thumb while opening a plastic cap. Can imagine how sharp the plastic is. O.O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While I'm blogging, there's some renovation works going on above me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm trying my best not to think about it although my room floor seems to be vibrating, a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POA tutorial today was quite fun.     :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I enjoyed it although I didn't really understand everything 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GUESS WHAT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PASSED&lt;/span&gt; POA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PASSED&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PASSED&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not eligible for the re-test!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although I didn't get an A or a B, I'm still glad.  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY GLAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've never been a Math person, in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I just came online to say I PASSED Poa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeheehee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115131264464220406?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115131264464220406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115131264464220406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115131264464220406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115131264464220406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cut-my-thumb-while-opening-plastic_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115124495787971083</id><published>2006-06-25T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:18:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;School is starting tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm getting my results. Great. I've prepared myself. For the worst. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The second term consists of definitely more dreadful group works, assignments and quizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shall not elaborate further on school. Lol. It's eerie. *shivers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm sort of getting used to campus life. So, shall not rant too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Colouring of hair makes hair really dry. It's a good thing I merely highlighted a little. So little you won't know I highlighted. =D I still have my black hair..hehe. Black is good k...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I kinda miss my curls. Lol...maybe after I get sick of my current hair, I'll go perm again. I did spa perm the other time. This time, maybe I'll try ceramic. See what's the difference. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Same hairstylist? Definitely. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've been thinking. What would my life be if I had gone to a JC. What would I be doing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've also been thinking if I should leave my cca. It's just the wrong thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This term, I'll make everything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bugger off to those who try to put me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FIGHTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115124495787971083?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115124495787971083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I, thought I knew you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thinking, that you were true I guess I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I couldn't trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause your bluff time is up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause I've had enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You were, there by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Always, down for the ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But your, joy ride just came down in flames '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After all of the stealing and cheating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You probably think that I hold resentment for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So I wanna say thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It makes me that much wiser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Makes me that much smarter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, ohh Never, saw it coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All of, your backstabbing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just so, you could cash in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On a good thing before I realized your game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I heard, you're going around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Playing, the victim now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But don't, even begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feeling I'm the one to blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After all of the fights and the lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uh, no more, oh no, it's over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So I wanna say thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Makes me that much wiser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It makes me that much smarter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115122485919553459?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115122485919553459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know I've been ranting a lot these days. I can't help it...=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I skipped band practice today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't feel wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Concerts and competitions are never ending in this band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Year 1s are always put aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When will the light shine on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why am I so unlucky to have joined a band when it's purpose its to focus on a competition at this point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then, I won't have a chance to be a part of the band, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Talking about being recognized, I don't even have the right to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Isn't it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's the first time I skipped band practice IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It sort of tells you how dreadful I feel this whole thing is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you know me well, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115112669980914762?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115112669980914762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115112669980914762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115112669980914762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115112669980914762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-ive-been-ranting-lot-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115099034920330716</id><published>2006-06-22T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:32:29.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/qr5V4HyAtwY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/qr5V4HyAtwY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Beautiful by Christina Aguilera, watch it and you won't regret. I promise. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115099034920330716?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115099034920330716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115099034920330716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115099034920330716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115099034920330716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/christina-aguilera-beautiful-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115098795842021084</id><published>2006-06-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:11:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I threw cherry seeds out of my window this afternoon. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day I'll see cherry trees just outside my window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;You might not ever get rich, ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Let me tell you it's better than digging a ditch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;There ain't no telling who you might meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A movie star or maybe a common thief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Working at the car wash (oh oh, yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;At the car wash, yeah (ooh, yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;At the car wash (sing it with me now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Working at the car wash, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Come summer the work gets kind of hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;This ain't no place to be if you're planning on being a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Let me tell you it's always cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And the boss don't mind sometimes if you're acting like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Working at the car wash (oh oh, yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;At the car wash, yeah (ooh ooh ooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;At the car wash (ow said, now come and work it with me now, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;Car Wash :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;Bikini Babes &amp; Foam. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;You tuna fish, I know what you're thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;You wanna work at the car wash. YEAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;Steamboaty tomorrow. I'm gonna burn prawns alive. See them squiggle and wiggle on the hot plate. Oh yea baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hard gay is seriously very funny. Lol. "HARD GAY!! HOOOO~~~" Lol. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Presenting the handsomes caught in acts lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Byon the great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/20060621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/20060621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Fuddy my beloved! Tadaaaa~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/20060622(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/20060622%28013%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Both of them are really great guys :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Aren't they charming? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm proud of this picture. Can you feel my aura..lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/20060613(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/320/20060613%28012%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVESxoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115098795842021084?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115098795842021084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115098795842021084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115098795842021084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115098795842021084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-threw-cherry-seeds-out-of-my-window.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115090817270124783</id><published>2006-06-22T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:52:50.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just read my dear DENISE's blog. Dear cousin, you really blog a whole lot...! Thanks for your testimonial. I hope you are reading this. Lol. Maybe i should ask you out one day so you get to go out more. Ha Ha!!! I'm sure your mom will let u go out with me, right? Lol. In good hands..HA HA!! Btw, your sister, prolly used you to de-stress. Don't worry much about it, all right? Your mom knows you the best. We all know you have grown so much and you know what you are doing. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh man, everything has been going on bad. I keep lamenting the fact that this so called term break is for us to have "family time" as said by the principal. I'm sure everyone knows what a break is. In any case, I freaking have to complete at least 3 projects and a couple of other assignments. What kind of break is this, you tell me, hmm? Apparently, the definition of break is not very well defined in the aspect of education in Singapore. Despite reckonings to the contrary that we must be assiduous since we are business students, there are actually students not doing much in times of project work. Some students, they absolutely hate business, but has undertaken it in vain that they will get a decent job when they graduate. I've been so pessimistic recently, really. I keep thinking darkness is gonna come engulf me. Like, the whole world is gonna turn bleak on me. Sometimes, I'm not able to fathom. Occasionally, I would run across a beam of light. I try not to stray, focusing, just to follow it. Hoping that one day, in delusional hope that I would make it. I know something is going to happen one day and I'm awaiting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Met up with Wan Yu and Fuddy yesterday. Wan Yu and I went shopping, met Fud for dinner. We bought KFC to eat at his place. In a way, it was like a visit to aunty. =) Saw Thaddeus. He's gonna be one cute hunk one day. We slacked in Fud's room. He showed us some shockingly repellent videos. Lol. Wan Yu &amp; I know we have to be on our guards in school. Thanks Fud for sharing with us. We love ya. We took pictures, as usual. Fud is so much more charming now and Wan Yu as beautiful as always. Gathering with them made me feel so much more worth to be alive. I've not felt so worthy for so long that I've forgotten how it feels like to be treasured. To feel special and most importantly, to be loved and to be understood. Have you ever felt special because someone loves you for what is innate in you. They understand every sentence you say, the reasons behind it and will never deem you proud or ignorant for anything dumb that you say. Simply because they understand you and that's what really great.&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/8647599-115090817270124783?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115090817270124783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115090817270124783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115090817270124783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115090817270124783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-read-my-dear-denises-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115070070576395682</id><published>2006-06-19T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:05:05.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 reasons why it sucks to be a leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1) You have to accommodate to your members time. (ALWAYS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2) You have to clear all the shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3) You have technological uncertainties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4) You are always the one who will bring the notebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5) You have to note deadlines and inform all members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6) You have to consider risks factors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7) You have to ensure coherent discussions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8) You have to listen to their lame excuses. (MOST OF THE TIME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9) You have to put up with member's gibberish. (ALL THE TIME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10) You are responsible for their grades. (MATTERS TO THEM THEIR WHOLE LIFE TIME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now, doesn't it suck to be a leader. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm SICK of it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SAVE ME...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-115070070576395682?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115070070576395682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115070070576395682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115070070576395682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115070070576395682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/10-reasons-why-it-sucks-to-be-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115056738589234233</id><published>2006-06-18T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:03:05.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today's band practice was rather good. As usual, blur at some parts. Ha Ha. You know what I'm talking about. Went to make a new specs today! =D Watched a movie with my family and ate supper with my family. Lol. Dad's appetite was really good. I wonder why? Ha Ha Ha.&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/8647599-115056738589234233?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115056738589234233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115056738589234233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115056738589234233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115056738589234233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-band-practice-was-rather-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115047633115740892</id><published>2006-06-17T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:45:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And so, I'm not going for Sean's concert. I'm so sorry Sean...just that everyone decided not to go and go at the last minute.&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/8647599-115047633115740892?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115047633115740892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115047633115740892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115047633115740892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115047633115740892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-so-im-not-going-for-seans-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115010314626472791</id><published>2006-06-12T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:05:46.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just spoke to wan yu and apple on the phone. Lol. Was quite fun just having that 1min talk. HAHAHAHAHA.I shall not disclose what I just heard. Apple, you rock...!! Lol.&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/8647599-115010314626472791?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115010314626472791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115010314626472791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115010314626472791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115010314626472791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-spoke-to-wan-yu-and-apple-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-115003973450246373</id><published>2006-06-11T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:54:47.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Went for 2 concerts today. =) One was at Esplanade. You know something called beautiful Sunday? Yu Hua &amp; River Valley Alumni bands combined to form uhhh, what's the band's name? Yu Hua &amp;amp; River Valley Alumni, I think. The guy who played the trumpet solo was indeed an eye-opener. The concert was really good. Very entertaining.It wasn't those which makes people want to fall asleep. Ha Ha. The 2nd one was at NAFA by Siglap Secondary School Concert Band. Hmm, for a secondary school, they are all right. He He. Though their winter in the 1730s was O.O. I know I sound really boring in this post. I'm tired. Ran here and there to catch concerts. I'm always rushing to concerts. By the way, Singapore Idol is probably the worst show on channel 5 now. I don't know why I should watch it. All the contestants can't sing. They have got no personality and style. Look at the way the girl sang, her eyes were looking down on the ground the whole time like something was wrong with her eyeballs. Her hair makes her look like she just came out from a rubbish chute...=( Singapore Idol=Shit Idols &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/8647599-115003973450246373?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/115003973450246373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=115003973450246373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115003973450246373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/115003973450246373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-for-2-concerts-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114983558257969382</id><published>2006-06-09T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:13:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm now doing project in school. Teeheehee. Went to rebond, highlight and treat my hair..! =D I told joanne i want only a little highlighting. She did it exactly the way I want it to turn out. And she chose a really nice colour for me. I'm glad with the results. =D Now I don't have to spend time curling my hair after every shower and can spend more time on my work. Anyway, the past few days were really mad. Rushed out the report for submission. I thought we could just collate everything, combine and form the report. Oh well, things didn't really turn out the way I thought it should be. I was pretty mad, to be honest. I tried not to show it. I hope such things will not happen again. I don't know when I'll break this whole sweet thing. I can be patient and nice but I expect things to be done on time. If things are to be done, then do a good one...&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/8647599-114983558257969382?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114983558257969382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114983558257969382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114983558257969382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114983558257969382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-now-doing-project-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114965492445560776</id><published>2006-06-07T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T13:10:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm very sad today. My hairstylist is on leave..!!!!!! Can you believe this..omg...I was so excited yesterday and she's on leave today. Lol. I think I can only make it this Sat. Unless written comm ends early tomorrow I might still have time. Friday is LMS. And I have not decided which day to do IAC. Man. What kind of holiday is this. I thought no activites were supposed to go on. Like real.&lt;/span&gt; Sigh* When I think of the clarinet I use in band...it dampens my mood. When I think of the silly comments made by others, I feel really lousy. Previously someone told me "just play lah, don't look down on yourself". I wasn't even looking down on myself. Was she insinuating that she looked down on me. Another said "Eh, don't slack leh." This sentence TOTALLY spoiled my mood. If I had wanted to slack, I wouldn't even turn up for band practice. The thing IS that I couldn't even go to the 3rd running note on time. I couldn't even keep up in the first beat. I couldn't even start playing. Sorry, but I'm very sensitive to comments made by people. Even if I really wasn't playing, I really really wish I could have played. I wish I can play like you guys. I wish I could play along with all of you. But, can you guys please think of how long I have not touched a clarinet. It's almost a year! How good do you guys expect me to be? And when we play songs more suited to the year one students, you guys say "eh, this kind of songs can play meh", "wah lau sian". Can you all be more sensitive to others. Please remember there are year 1 students all around. What kind of impression would you convey? I've sincerely had enough of all these comments made. Weren't you guys ONCE year 1 students? Didn't YOUR seniors lower their standards to accommodate you? Hmm? Didn't YOUR seniors teach you, guide you and befriend you? Hmm??! Weren't YOUR seniors patient with you? Huh? Did you like people throwing silly and untrue words right in your face? Hmm?! I BET you didn't. When I had juniors joining me, I didn't pass silly comments. I didn't say any untrue words. I didn't say "uhhhhh.." when an easier piece was played. In fact, I ENJOYED playing with them because in a way, it was like cultivating stronger bonds among us. It was all about playing in UNISON. It wasn't about who can play RUNNING NOTES or MAJOR DIFFICULT PARTS. IT WAS ABOUT UNITY. A band with good players which doesn't listen to others is NOTHING. Another thing is I hate and I really really HATE the way year 2 and 3 students address us. 'FRESHIES'. This word sounds so irritating, all right? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop calling us FRESHIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I rather you guys call us FRESHMEN. I'm sorry. I'm rarely so forth-right. It's just that I couldn't bottle these all up in my heart anymore. No. I would not keep this to myself anymore. I'm sorry if I offended anyone reading this but, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rarely does one think of other people's feelings when one is so superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I apologise for my bluntness. I just hate it when people are so typical. People claim they are nice and kind people but, what is it that they have done that makes them nice and kind? Are they included when they ONCE passed stupid comments? Are they still nice? Can you tell me? If you are one such person, do you really still think you're nice? Hmm?&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/8647599-114965492445560776?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114965492445560776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114965492445560776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114965492445560776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114965492445560776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-very-sad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114948084396421755</id><published>2006-06-05T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:35:35.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of CT! Muahh. I plan to go and reperm/highlight my hair tomorrow. Is it too soon? Lol. I can't wait! Ha Ha! Then again, I might change my plan to go shopping instead! Ha Ha!! I need to call my hairstylist to confirm. =) I've had my permed hair since O levels. It's already about 7 months? Novermber, December, January, Febuary, March, April &amp;amp; May. Seven Months. =D And it's still good. The rebonded part is still very good. I'm going to change my hair style too. He He. Tomorrow I shall decide. =D It's hundreds of dollars. O.O Man, I'm going to study Macro now. Bless me. Ha Ha Ha Ha. Best to all those taking Macro especially my class. TODAY. IS A SPECIAL DAY! =DD It's my beloved wan yu's 18th birthday! =) Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you! Wan Yu, may you be blessed with many happy returns. May you enjoy everylasting love with Randolph. =) You know we the sisters love you so, right? He He. We LOVE you. AND. Your cookies. =D We want TIRAMISU! &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/8647599-114948084396421755?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114948084396421755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114948084396421755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114948084396421755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114948084396421755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/tomorrow-is-last-day-of-ct-muahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114930623257136473</id><published>2006-06-03T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:50:31.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/1600/Copy%20of%20Use%20Me.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/597/200/Copy%20of%20Use%20Me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Done with POA CA today. I think I'll probably just pass or fail. Ha Ha. Everyone thinks its easy. Except me, I guess. Sigh...I want MRS LOO. My LuLu. Lol.Ah Never Mind. I'll make it ultimately. I believe in myself!!! You guys must also believe in me. Lol.&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/8647599-114930623257136473?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114930623257136473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114930623257136473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114930623257136473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114930623257136473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/done-with-poa-ca-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114925159632432596</id><published>2006-06-02T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:33:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The expert will not say he is the best. The best will not look down on the poor. The good will not remark on others. It is unwise to be too sure of one's own wisdom. It is healthy to be reminded that the strongest might weaken and the wisest might err.I'm telling YOU GUYS particularly, don't ever look down on others. You know who you are. The person who shuts his mouth is esteemed a man of understanding. If you guys think you're good. Think again. It is a thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get it..Don't make me upset. Shhhh.&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/8647599-114925159632432596?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114925159632432596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114925159632432596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114925159632432596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114925159632432596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/expert-will-not-say-he-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114916762009961354</id><published>2006-06-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:15:42.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guys. You won't believe this. I'm stranded outside my house. I didn't bring my house key! Mom and Dad went to M'sia and my brother is at work. I've been stranded since 4.30pm. I'm right now sitting outside my house door and it is now 9.10pm. I must really commend my own perseverance. Lol. It's no fun sitting out here you know. It's warm, my back aches, my legs are numb, my butt hurts and my head is feeling heavy. The toilet seems so near yet so far. I want to bathe )= I'm so thankful for wireless network and luckily I have my laptop with me or I'll be so bored. Sigh...guess I'll end here...&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/8647599-114916762009961354?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114916762009961354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114916762009961354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114916762009961354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114916762009961354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/06/guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114905212000716263</id><published>2006-05-31T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:08:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today's a bad bad day :( But when I think about my dad's birthday dinner today I smile. XD Anyway, yesterday was really bad. The meeting in class was sigh, I don't know how to put it. What I can say is do unto others what you want others to do unto you and don't do unto others what you don't want to be unto you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-114905212000716263?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114905212000716263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114905212000716263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114905212000716263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114905212000716263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-bad-bad-day-but-when-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114899067005890180</id><published>2006-05-30T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:04:30.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tomorrow is Daddy's birthday...! =)&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/8647599-114899067005890180?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114899067005890180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114899067005890180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114899067005890180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114899067005890180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/05/tomorrow-is-daddys-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114872370055871158</id><published>2006-05-27T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T18:02:58.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Went for band practice today. Today's practice was, should I say rather scary. Lol. Band leaders were more harsh today, especially the first student conductor. He used vulgar words. =( And the female student leaders were...O.O An eye opener. Very ferocious. *Roars* Lol..my previous bands didn't used to have such straight-forward females. I was like..O.O But the top band leaders are rather nice, I guess..? Patient..!!!!!!! Patience is very important for band leaders. PATIENCE. P-A-T-I-E-N-C-E. PATIENCE PATIENCE. The more I type this word, the weirder how it's being spelt. Funny how it may seem. Lol. There's this guy in clarinet, he's year 1. Same as me..!! But he plays like he is....somewhat a pro, to me. And I wonder whether I've ever met my sectional leader. She's like an imaginery person envisioned in my mind. Her name is Melinda? Somehow, I picture her as a Merlion. Lol...SHHHHHH..keep this to yourself..! Don't tell her okay. =D Lol...We played songs like Shrek's Dance Party, Eagle Bend...is it? We also played scary Alien Mars. This song is so horrid lah...I came out of the band room with a headache. It was like while this Mars song was being played, I pictured aliens blasting away on french horns, trombones and trumpets. This song is so traumatizing. =( I didn't like it. No, I didnt. I swear. Still, a piece of music. I also pictured the conductor of 'Mars' as the head of the aliens. His alien costume was much more complicating. Well, at least he is patient. I swear this is the most important in a guy's character. PATIENCE. Did I mention this earlier? Omg...I'm still traumatized by Mars. Can we play more songs like..uhhh Enka. =D It's kinda outlandish but its nicer than Mars. Lol...I had fun in band, still. =)&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/8647599-114872370055871158?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114872370055871158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114872370055871158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114872370055871158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114872370055871158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-for-band-practice-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114838519519725337</id><published>2006-05-23T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:53:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont be discouraged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its hard to take courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a world full of people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can lose sight of it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the darkness inside you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can make you feel so small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I see your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shining through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And thats why I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So dont be afraid to let them show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show me a smile then,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont be unhappy, cant remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I last saw you laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And youve taken all you can bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You call me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ill be there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Ill see your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shining through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And thats why I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So dont be afraid to let them show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a rainbow(when I last saw you laughing)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And youve taken all you can bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You call me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ill be there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Ill see your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shining through I see your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And thats why I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So dont be afraid to let them show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shining through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And thats why I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So dont be afraid to let them show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your true colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647599-114838519519725337?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114838519519725337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114838519519725337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114838519519725337'/><link 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I fell down outside my blk's lift because some kiddy dripped ice cream on the ground. My butt. HURTS. Anyway, today's POA lesson was a BLAST. I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND A THING. MAN...Am i gonna live with this or what. *Sigh* &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why wasn't I born to be good in math, calculation, science and analysing&lt;/span&gt;. I suck at these, seriously. Other than these, I'm cool. Oh man....I feel so sick. WHY WHY WHY!!! It's so OMG. Everything has been going on fine other than yes, POA. I'll try my best as I had promised. It's been eons since I went back to Hillgrove. I wonder how is Ms Teo. =( I hope no one bullies her...she's just a really nice person. You Hillgrovians don't know what's good and what's rotten. Well, perhaps most of you are rancid, that's why. I'm so upset with Hillgrovians suddenly. Oh well, nothing great has seriously happened so far. Besides going for classes and all, I feel so dead. It seems like time is never enough. Time never waits. I've got to key this into my head. Am I complaining here. I guess I am..you guys must be bored reading this post. Well, something to anticipate is Sembawang Wind Orchestra's upcoming concert on 17 June at Victoria Concert Hall! Sean is performing in the youth band..! I can't wait to see him..! Can't wait to see him don that black suit and blast that uhhh...futuristic french horn. =))&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/8647599-114831236951838960?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114831236951838960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114831236951838960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114831236951838960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114831236951838960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/05/something-tragic-happened-to-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114794992767751457</id><published>2006-05-18T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:29:18.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got stung by a big black ant yesterday and it hurts like hell. The pain is worse than a mosquito's bite and it itches like nobody's business. I was scratching and scratching in school today. I'm at a loss of what to say today. Ha Ha. As I recall what I said to someone weeks ago, I think we have no fate after all. Just forget about everything I have said or do. It's not worth you remembering. There isn't a chance for us to get back together. Never will. Never one to be thwarted by silence, no matter how eloquent.&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/8647599-114794992767751457?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114794992767751457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114794992767751457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114794992767751457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114794992767751457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-stung-by-big-black-ant-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114727059627537799</id><published>2006-05-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:20:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH. I hate SAM. I seriously hate it. It's so problematic. DUH. Anyway, I feel so lost in school. Can't seem to get my feet planted firmly on the ground. This feeling is so dreadful. Feels like the whole world is gonna come crashing down...please don't shut me out. Recently, I've been thinking about my life since the O levels examination. Immediately after my exams, I went to perm my hair which really shocked a lot of people and I have no idea why. It was just something I have been wanting to do since I was in secondary 4. I must say that I really do have patience. Lol. I waited for TWO long years. I was in sec 5 in case you don't know. After that, I went to work for my dad. Gained some experience. Spent money. Went for consultations with my dear aunty phay for a couple of weeks. This was actually my 2nd job as a consultant. Having two jobs, I earned lots of cash which I saved until now. I'm saving for rainy days..in case..you know..something happens to me...I mean seriously, you never know. Ha Ha. Then I met Clifton and all the complications came in. A lot of people were shocked that I got myself involved with a guy. Lol. Maybe I look too DUH or toot or something. Perhaps, I don't look like someone who will be interested in guys? I'm telling you, I LOVE guys. Girls are always so fickle minded. Easily strayed and they can never make quick decisions. Girls are so insistent on their opinions and talk more than they listen. Listening is so important. I learnt this when I was in secondary 5. I used to talk more than listen and I'm changing. Girls are also wishy-washy about stuffs. I mean sometimes I'm like that too. That's why guys are so important. Girls are always afraid to speak up. AND WHAT IS MORE. The problem with some girls is that they act so cute-sy. It's sooooo OMG. I can't stand that. It's like hoping to make a guy want to protect them. I repeat, it's so OMG. Like it's so genuine, huh?. Sigh...and there are LOTS of girls who are like this in NP. OMG OMG OMG OMGGGGGG..please cover my eyes. Anyway, I'm nurtured by Hillgrove. I will never stoop so low as to be like that. I am ME. JUST PLAIN ME. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bernice, I'm sure you know what I mean. Sigh, I wish u were here with me. I'm so lost at times I don't know what to do. Sometimes I wish you would just shake me to my senses or just scream in my ear and tell me everything is gonna be fine just like what u used to tell me when we were in sec 5. I wish wanyu would comfort me and always make me feel so positive about everything.&lt;/span&gt; I wish and I wish...I have so many wishes...I'm never satisfied....everyone just wants to be lying..I hate it..why is everyone trying to act like someone else...why can't they just be themselves. I love people because of their true colours, you know that!!! Don't you?!! Tell me that you do know. Please. Or...is it just me and my assumptions..&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/8647599-114727059627537799?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114727059627537799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114727059627537799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114727059627537799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114727059627537799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhhhhhhhhhh_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647599.post-114717354679805933</id><published>2006-05-09T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:19:06.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People, I'm so sorry for the change of my blog address. Sorry for the trouble yea? Just wanted a change of add.&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/8647599-114717354679805933?l=petitebelle-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/feeds/114717354679805933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647599&amp;postID=114717354679805933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114717354679805933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647599/posts/default/114717354679805933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petitebelle-.blogspot.com/2006/05/people-im-so-sorry-for-change-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661531483542601651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
