<?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-17986450</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:14:11.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Romance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17986450.post-9090730392879881886</id><published>2007-04-27T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:24:26.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm changing blogs cos Blogger is being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a new one now. Ass shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-9090730392879881886?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/9090730392879881886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=9090730392879881886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/9090730392879881886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/9090730392879881886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-changing-blogs-cos-blogger-is-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-579405472244271770</id><published>2007-04-26T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T04:41:28.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized how a few things in the my house (Granny and gogo's house) are named are last names and names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example:&lt;br /&gt;- Diana Hand Soap.&lt;br /&gt;- Phillips Hair Dryer.&lt;br /&gt;- Johnsons&amp;Johnson's Body Soap.&lt;br /&gt;- Schwarzcoph (whatever the spelling is) Conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to search FOR MORE! I'm sure there is anyways. ANYWAYS. Biggest Loser HOMMMFG. LOOK AT CHRIS LIKE WHOOOOAAAAA~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him and was also jabbed away by his extremely awesome jawline. Like *jaw drops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's totally random. Hahaha, I'm going to tune into Amazing Race later after Biggest Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Hurstville and I got my KNIT SWEATERRRR. ITS ITCHY BUT OH WELL. I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHEE. Kay TV time. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-579405472244271770?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/579405472244271770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=579405472244271770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/579405472244271770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/579405472244271770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-realized-how-few-things-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-3977950824213509619</id><published>2007-04-25T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:29:37.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time left to blog is about 2 minutes so I'll try my best to type quickly WITH NO typo's. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no. I will leave my blogging for another day! Cos. sdjkgdjbkdsfjdsabjksadfdsbjkbj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-3977950824213509619?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/3977950824213509619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=3977950824213509619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3977950824213509619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3977950824213509619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-5325888915050304531</id><published>2007-04-23T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:19:25.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey to the hah to the lo. (Hello.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm here because I am here. I am here cos I am bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha the guide dog in our school is kawaiixcore and I get to play with her for this WHOLE year and next year too! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete. Go away. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner never smelt so tempting before. I am hungry for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food= I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrick, really. I have so much to tell you but I have so little time on my hands. You good boyboy. I believe in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-5325888915050304531?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/5325888915050304531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=5325888915050304531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/5325888915050304531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/5325888915050304531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-to-hah-to-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-7644562717226186939</id><published>2007-04-22T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T04:50:38.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, first of all, I'd like to say that I'm glad to be on land. Really. Thank you God for dry, solid ground. I love ground. Ground, I'd like to tell you I love you very much; I love your roads and yeah everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love water: I HATE THE BEACH. I hate boats. Man, this trip was really nerve wrecking. I almost DIED. I can still feel the rocking. Oh man, I almost threw up once. I had to go up top deck to read my book so I'd feel not so rocked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Before Boat Trip:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wish everyone well. And tell them to miss me just in case they forgot me or something. Hahahaha, I'm so lame. Anyways, I said byebye to everyone and prepared myself for 2 whole days without INTERNET. Sad reality. I don't think I can live without a computer or a mobile phone. My phone saved me in the end. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7.50 something AM. I almost died. I don't usually wake up so early on holiday times. BUT ANYWAYS. We got to the car and went for breakfast at Hurstville.  I didn't really know how long we took to get to Hawkesbury cos I was catching up on my beauty sleep there. And listening to music too, mind you, I can't survive without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to the place, we took these random trolley things to load the boat (Our boat was called RAFFERTY). And I tell you, the moment I got on, I was trying to tell myself to calm down cos it WAS SO SMALL. And the double beds below were so... cramped. Juzzy says its like cozy but I tell you, ITS CRAMPED. And water gets in when the waves crash into the boat. Its scary. (WHOO, THE COMPUTER SCREEN IS MOVING UP AND DOWN...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, before we moved off we got to watch this video about safety and all I remember is RED RIGHT GO and GREEN GO LEFT. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day dinner: Steamboat. That was AWESOME. I have videos on my dad's camera and I'll try to load it on yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at this weird hour of 7.45 am in the morning. I wasn't used to it. And I literally spent my whole day bumming, watching a DVD and fishing. That was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad caught a baby shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation with Andrew on the phone: (something like that, I don't remember all of it. It was a good convo though (: (: (:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: I don't even wanna look down, its just black everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Why? Its not like there are sharks around to bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: Uh. My dad caught a baby shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I could so imagine him going like &lt;__&lt;...&gt;__&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: I take that back, I take that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby sharks' mother could've been waiting for me to plop out and drown so that it will savour my meat and blood. I was terrified. It took a lot of courage for me to climb up to the top deck HOKAY, it had better reception up there. I promise, I'm not lying. I don't lie anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an innocent girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, we had BBQ fr dinner. The lamb totally turned me off. And the rocking of the boat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was driving the boat to fish. AND I WAS SLEEPING. And I couldn't sleep cos he was snoring all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, that boat has NO, NONONONONOOO absolutely no privacy. Nothing at all. We're like all exposed. So, my dad was up on the seat and he snored all night while I tried to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that sucked. I caught a brim like whoooooa. I can fish yooo! And I was catching jellyfish with Juzzy's fly net. Bahahaha. Poor things, I disfigured them. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got back home. Like yay, school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swears under breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay picchas from my camera. My dad's piccha's will be up soon. As soon as I find the USB cord yooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Sunday spending time with Erinn at Ikea breakfast before I went on my expedition for FISHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car. On the way there. At like, 9 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boat. LOL at the model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan015.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY @ MY PHOTOGRAPHY PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sad bed covers. You can tell which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan019-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Map yooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Tammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Its pixie chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she's my mother. Not sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model. Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan037.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom finally caught a fish this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan029.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fishing gear clothes. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan033.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. So tired. And I have school tomorrow. WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-7644562717226186939?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/7644562717226186939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=7644562717226186939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/7644562717226186939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/7644562717226186939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-first-of-all-id-like-to-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-6632755687855235931</id><published>2007-04-19T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:49:25.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Going on houseboat so WHATEVER, I can't blog so stuff it. I'll blog when I'm back yooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcamming cool shiizzzz yooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-6632755687855235931?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/6632755687855235931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=6632755687855235931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/6632755687855235931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/6632755687855235931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-blog-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-732577294693255735</id><published>2007-04-17T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T04:51:06.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiS0M0SSA7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WgKlmq6z2ps/s1600-h/Tammmmmmy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054362814103290802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiS0M0SSA7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WgKlmq6z2ps/s320/Tammmmmmy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With love from Japan 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To dear Xing Hao:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sorry I made fun of you! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And uhm, I suggest that you go see a doctor for your head (: And you ain't emo yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tammy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS. I'm sick manx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm frickin' obsessed with Mika's new song Grace Kelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOMMMMMG. ITS ADDICTING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahahaha Duane had to go for Assembly Corps like wadderfishbawlz. HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So funny. And there is not Ben and Jerry's here! Someone express airmail it to meee! *HINTHINT*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. I got up this morning with this massive headache, I felt like heavy concrete like wtf. I was like *open eyes* and thinking: "Oh man, I think I'm going to die from the sniffles."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't lift my head as stupid as it sounds its true. It was so pain, and then at like 11 something I got up with much difficulty, and Vicki went off to clean our room out. I'm doing mine tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored manx. I shall blog no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-732577294693255735?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/732577294693255735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=732577294693255735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/732577294693255735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/732577294693255735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-love-from-japan-1996.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiS0M0SSA7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WgKlmq6z2ps/s72-c/Tammmmmmy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17986450.post-3076822480909256257</id><published>2007-04-16T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T03:27:09.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiNO7ESSA3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8iyzr7lfMlY/s1600-h/3135594555a4051226480b627378772l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053969983509496690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiNO7ESSA3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8iyzr7lfMlY/s320/3135594555a4051226480b627378772l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eveen and Chammoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiNO7ESSA4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kegHEJoVsTE/s1600-h/3135594555a4051210700b542680271l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053969983509496706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiNO7ESSA4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kegHEJoVsTE/s320/3135594555a4051210700b542680271l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twinz. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiNO7USSA5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PJh_xPsWn3U/s1600-h/3135594555a4051349297b616086393l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053969987804464018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiNO7USSA5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PJh_xPsWn3U/s320/3135594555a4051349297b616086393l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Agape gathering at Uncle Anthony and Auntie Frances' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiNO7kSSA6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oKR-PLP_eJ8/s1600-h/Your+Stupid+Pictures,+Tammy+Tan+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053969992099431330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiNO7kSSA6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oKR-PLP_eJ8/s320/Your+Stupid+Pictures,+Tammy+Tan+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new uggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTFFFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just posted this massively long entry and now its like gone. &gt;:(!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, I was in the sanctuary and Andrew came in so I started talking to him along with Erinn and Vicki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then... *she came. So *she started talking and *she wouldn't stop. Andrew and I were trying to not pay attention to her so that she would stop talking but nup, *she kept going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty forward but oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Joseph Ng/ Wongcham Sukibalachan = laughter- pretty much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so bored... Someone talk to meeeee.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick as well, I can't stop sneezing. Its irritating and the internet connection at my mom's place is shithouse and it blowsass and it doesn't connect properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thing is, it has the webcam installed in it so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dfjnsjkfbsgsjbfjkb dilemma crapz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT ANYWAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to get my hair trimmed/cut so all's good! Hahaha, I'll try to post this video that Vicki and I took. Its DAMN funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-3076822480909256257?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/3076822480909256257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=3076822480909256257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3076822480909256257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3076822480909256257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/eveen-and-chammoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RiNO7ESSA3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8iyzr7lfMlY/s72-c/3135594555a4051226480b627378772l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17986450.post-3505877826750080712</id><published>2007-04-12T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:02:34.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Sup homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first of all, who'z Pete?? Uuhh, if you're Pete Wentz then... HOMG. But I know you're not Pete Wentz so please, can you tell me who you are, I mean, I don't mind knowing new people. I serz don't know any Pete. I know a few Paul's... but no Pete. And thank you for admiring me when there is no reason to admire. I'm not the type for people to admire (: CHANKKEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so anyways. I just got up -.- My dad called to wake me up. Hahahaahhhaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *ZZZZZZZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phone rings*: "RINNGRIINHRRINGINGINRINRINGINHINIGGGGGG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *ZsjksfkjsdzzzsdjfskjbzzzzzzzzZZZdsjkfbskjbfs* "What the."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Picks phone up.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Hhhheeeelllo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "ARE YOU STILL SLEEPING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "No, you just woke me up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "OKAY YOU KNOW THIS IS RIDICULOUS. YOU SHOULDN'T BE SLEEPING AT THIS TIME. IS VICKI AWAKE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Uuh, no. I will get her up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Phone line dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man! I got shouted at this morning! WHOOOOO. And no, I haven't gotten Vicki up yet. Hahaha, let her sleep in a little, she went for a sleepover yesterday and didn't sleep til 5 in the morning. She's tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg, I woke up this morning with this weirdass swollen left eye. I'm so embarrassed about my face someone please give me a paper bag with two holes for the eyes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's no breakfast so I don't know how I'm going to survive in this world. I'm hungry like for once- BAHA. No bread or cereal ): I can't even take in dairy like wtf. A FEW MORE WEEKS AND I WILL BE MUAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohoh! I was webcamming with Erinn and Chang-J yesterday! Hommmmg, it was so fun. I took piccha's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chang-J's fkn cool. And he's sending me maiillllll whooooo! He's really sweet. (Omfg wtf. I have to call Duane today but my Auntie has my calling card -.- DUANE IF YOU READ THIS I'M REALLY SORRY. Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrrrrrrrry &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, piccha's from webcamming. (Sorry its so small, I hate expanding my table. It looks weird when its fat. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Whho.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from work and guess who was online! (: Eveeeen! Hahahaha. I look stupid ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Whhoo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Whhooo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her webcam has super duper coolio settings and I don't ): So I did that. Hahaha. I look stupid ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Whhoooo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out I DO! Hahaha, WHOOPWHOOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Whhooooo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah nigga. Nyce Ribz. Its Vicki's shirt by the way, not mine. I borrowed it for work (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and like at 10 I went to shower and when I came back guess who was online WITH a webcam? Chang-J? He specially installed it into his computer for me X) How sweet, ahahaha, and then after waiting for a bit we started webcamming from about 11 something til about 1.40am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Whhoooooo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chang-JJJJJ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Whhooooooo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like "Aye, I don't wanna go leh )):" It was pretty funny. But I like webcamming with him! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PHOTO'S FROM MY CAMERA FROM TEENZCAMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/270307005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHREEPING TYME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/270307009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental. I look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/270307020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Ouchies, my eyebawlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's for this morning, I might blog later on! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-3505877826750080712?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/3505877826750080712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=3505877826750080712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3505877826750080712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3505877826750080712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/sup-homies.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-2377698633511998264</id><published>2007-04-10T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:41:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, its been ages since I last posted. Its the holidays now so yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work last night, it was shithouse, I hated it so much, plus today I might have to work again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wtfishbawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing's been happening these past few days. Webcamming lots though. Hahahaha, I'll take photos of it when I can! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so tired this morning, I got up and watched Deathnote 2. Its bloody good, although the copies of it were buttplugs, they were horrible and the subtitles were messed up, I couldn't understand half of what it was saying. Cos apparently, the subtitles were meant for a love drama and .... this was Deathnote so yeaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I got bored and came on the computer. I didn't do much, I poked around Paigge's Surprise Party pictures and came up with these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/collage2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/collage6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH, before I forget, TEENS CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we had so much fun learning about Mormons and cults and whatev's. And yep, we took many pictures and videos. I have the videos but HAHAHAHA. I'll post the pictures up next time when I've uploaded them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are the videos. They're friggin' funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/deoad.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deoderant advertisement for Norsa Scandinavian: Forest Green Fresh. (This is Ben's deo. We stole it from him. Along with Gabro's Orion deo as well. Hahahahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/comparedadeo.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare the Deoderant ad. We were high. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Erinn: Do you smell funny? Let's compare these two products. Number one product, Orion.&lt;br /&gt;*Tammy demonstrates*&lt;br /&gt;Erinn: Numbet 2 product.&lt;br /&gt;Vicki: Forest Fresh. *Demonstrates* I SMELL SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/spazattack.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahaahahahahahahaaha. I sound friggin' Singaporean here. skjfskjbskjfbsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THAT'S IT FOR TODAIIII.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-2377698633511998264?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/2377698633511998264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=2377698633511998264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/2377698633511998264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/2377698633511998264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-its-been-ages-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-3620720745924633556</id><published>2007-04-05T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T02:38:58.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG. I CAN POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH BLOGGY I MISSED YOU. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. HI BLOGGY I AM BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried other ways to blog: Livejournal, Xanga, creating a new blog. I have accounts for all of them but I'm so n00b I can't control it so, bloggy, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this blog decided to work! Previously all my other posts couldn't be posted cos of some weirdass HTML problem. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been sick since Sunday. Its so stupid actually. Crazy tummy problems. It just randomly decides to let go and I have to run to the toilet. Amazing actually, can you imagine if someone was in the toilet?! I'd have to. Yeah, don't wish to put that image into your mind, so I'll spare ch'yawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up feeling extra heavy and a little queasy, but I'm used to it cos its happened many time before. So I wake myself up and do whatever and then I'm off for English Extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to walking up to Mr. Breen's class- cos Mrs. McInnes wasn't there (YAY!) I blacked out for a few seconds and the next thing I know I'm on the ground with really sore knees cos apparently I fell down O.o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get over it cos I think maybe I didn't eat enough in the morning or whatever. So I get to class and I zone out cos I'm half-asleep. And blabla, I have a fking speech due on bloody Othello and I have no friggin' idea what to do cos I hate Othello okay? Its a dumb play by one of the greatest storytellers ever. But yeah. Could've done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bell rings and its off to Ancient History for Matt, Julia and I. I go to class and I start writing down notes and I start losing grip on my pen and everything seems to blur and slow down. I try to stand up to Ms. Gant but my legs are so heavy like its filled with concrete or something. I thought I was paralyzed. But thank god I managed to draaaaag myself to Student Services and wait for mommy to come pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I slept from then on til about 3 pm. Got up and had a super-mini lunch. And then I sleep again. But my tummy still has weirdass issues with my body so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the toilet 4 times after dinner. That sucked hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning at like 2 am cos of reallllllllllllllllllllllly bad cramps and I had to go to the toilet again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't go to school. Mommy brought me to Miranda GP and hahaha it was a funny experience. She told me to collect samples of SHIT to give to her so she can get it tested. But this is when the tummy problems are prolonged. But its better now. I don't want to collect shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friggin' container has a SPOON?! for me to scoop it up. Bahahaha loserated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went and got my Medical Certificate and whatev's. Bought my PINAFORE (not dress) from Jayjay's. Good ol' cheap Jayjays. Love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Mommy's like "Try M."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try M. Doesn't fit, it falls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says "Try S."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try S and it's loose at the boob area cos I am too small to fill it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then she says "Try XS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do and I got it :D Yaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was talking to Alrick Oh! (Iforgotsomething- LOL HAHAHAHAHA) and I couldn't stop laughing. I really don't know why, but yeah. I was delirious cos I was laughing so much. Damn that homie cracks me up. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG GUESS WHAT. I HAVE A BABYNINJA HOW COOL IS THAT!!! Yeah, bet ch'yall gonna scramble around lookin' fo one but I GOT MINE. I GOTS MINE. BAAHAHAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus making me so much more cooler and sexier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Hahahahahahaahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Good Friday so I won't be in but there's Teenz Camp as well, so I won't be in Saturday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning about cults! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I SHALL END HERE AND BLOG MORE TOMORROW BEFORE I LEAVE ON MY EXPEDITION TO BECOMING THE LEGENDARY NINJA I YEARN TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picchazzz yooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan060.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanel Tammy Julia &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erinn and really. Big faced Tammy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravitational Forces made my earring go wonk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan055.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/YourStupidPicturesTammyTan061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're so cool. And you're not. Vicki and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/School.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Krusty the Clown/ Matthew Morder Manahan. Asshole in Tammy's life. Irit Irish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-3620720745924633556?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/3620720745924633556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=3620720745924633556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3620720745924633556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3620720745924633556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/04/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-7522945916678570934</id><published>2007-03-13T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:40:35.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ----&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2094494146"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;----- here for viewing since I realized the other one wasn't going to work yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, random shitz. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANJOO, THOU ART ANJOO. Have fun buying me my Heffy. I'll start choosing your CareBear homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BLOG COS I R BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHYEAH HEFFY ON THE WAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-7522945916678570934?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/7522945916678570934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=7522945916678570934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/7522945916678570934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/7522945916678570934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-post-i-have-pictures-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-174922449900397690</id><published>2007-03-13T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T03:32:21.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can post, like wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on this computer, IT REALIZES I NEED TO POST/RANT about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Tammy was sick the night before ): So she had to go to her mommy's place to stay. And so her mother woke her up at 7.30 am and she rushed to get ready by like, 8.00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was record breaking time, finding my brush, a hairtie, my uniform, my jumper. Making my lunch and eating breakfast and wearing shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I was Speedy Gonzalez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was all right I guess, wasn't that fantastic. It sucks having your period and your hormones running all around your body and making you feel like turd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'aww, I'm one of Duane's favorite GIRLZ. I FEEL SPECIAL THANK YOU DUANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but anyways. I went to school cold and I dunno, mentally numb or something. I got my English speech and my English recount back and I got 17/20 for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I got something better, I dunno, I expected more of myself and I didn't so. Yeah, it was disappointing. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnnnnnd (Dancing With the Stars in on now whoo!) I misser my boy ): Where are you I miss you. He's got bandddd its taking up his life and he can't go on the computer,  I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&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;I have a math test tomorrow and I don't know what I'm doing! MATT MANAHAN PLEASE HELP ME. Or someone good at maths. Julia? Tomorrow at Extension?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. MCINNES HAD TO PUT EXTENSION ON TOMORROW MORNING WHEN SHE KNEW THAT I HAVE A MATH TEST AT 8.30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allanah Deards and I are the Failers in Math of 2007 Year 11. HAHAH BALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period- Modern History. My dear assignment is due on Friday and I have not started ANYTHING, go Tammy for such great time management. Yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Period- D&amp;T. I somehow managed to get out of Homework Club. Like WOWZ. Hahahaha. Mrs. Kennedy LURVES me. But I am not too fond of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Period- Ancient History. I carved my sexy pot (kinda not pot anymore but. Bowl/vessel) and it looks pretty damn well HAWT. It was meant to be like this Qin/Song Dynasty but it ended up being this Mycaenean pot lookalike. Stupid right. Yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Period- SOR. I didn't do much. I just helped Megan out cos she was absent on that day. Going to visit a synagogue at the end of the year for SOR cos all 2 units are supposed to go for the topic Judaism. YAY loserz. Sucks to be you in S&lt;3wl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fourth period, was about to walk off to catch the bus but I called mommy and she said she was on her way to picking us up so, yep, waiting around with Stephii and Sarah. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephii wants to work at the restaurant but Hilda's taking over so I'm sorry Stephii! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting outside Matt got into this red car with this old lady I assume is his Nanna. HMM. It was funny cos his head was touching the rooftop and Stephii and I couldn't stop laughing. Hahaha, he's so GHEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were doing pottery he comes and smacks me on my shoulder and I had my navy blue jumper on so I had this weird clay-powder handprint on my shoulder. And I got him back by yanking his jumper and smacking him all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payback never looked so aesthetic BEFORE. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaahahaha. I'm so happy that I can post on this BLOG YAY FINALLLLLLLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's bills are whee! Cos I was a naughty girl and started smsing Duane and Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jiejie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X) Dayumsch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! This is ----&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.snapfish.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=142515281/a=90082443_90082443/t_=90082443"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;---- from Paigge's Surprise Party! There are some random pictures from school and church mixed up in there so bear with me! But yup! I don't know how to make an album AS OF YET, so don't touch anything else kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: some pictures can make your eyes spit blood so, yeah. You have been fore warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you- Tammy Tan (:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-174922449900397690?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/174922449900397690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=174922449900397690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/174922449900397690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/174922449900397690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-post-like-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-1856356185112553151</id><published>2007-03-10T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T03:07:39.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fridayyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party hard DUUUUUDE. Went to Paigge's surprise party, took about 157 of harcore k-boxing pics and dancing pics. I will upload them on the better computer when I can (MY own computer at my place. My mom's comp SUCKS shit so I can't exactly upload all of 'em at the same time.) so that I can also make an album too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had fun and Julia and Megan came for a sleepover and we ended up talking about JJJJJJJJJJ! &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahemahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows who he issssss *WINKWINK* WAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana Jones is fun! (: Must watch, really good in reference to Ancient History as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, deck out for the pics another time yeaaaah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE BACK. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-1856356185112553151?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/1856356185112553151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=1856356185112553151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/1856356185112553151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/1856356185112553151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/fridayyyyyyyyy-party-hard-duuuuude.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-3643769664098710144</id><published>2007-03-08T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T17:26:55.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay for that video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go pick Julia up later when Mommy comes by to pick Vicki up. And after Julia comes over... *WINKWINK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pass Aly her goodbye presents ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be so sad. NAWWWWWW. I'll miss you Aly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO MOVE TO DANEBANK. But I know that school is good yeah? Have fun there, I'll miss you like BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That VIDEO IS LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-3643769664098710144?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/3643769664098710144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=3643769664098710144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3643769664098710144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3643769664098710144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-for-that-video-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-8773556065276129307</id><published>2007-03-08T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T17:23:53.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s4.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/chammie003.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-8773556065276129307?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/8773556065276129307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=8773556065276129307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/8773556065276129307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/8773556065276129307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-3289232285325293639</id><published>2007-03-08T16:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:16:58.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tammy's not at school because Tammy's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thee end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-3289232285325293639?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/3289232285325293639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=3289232285325293639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3289232285325293639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3289232285325293639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/tammys-not-at-school-because-tammys.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-6793125439936338726</id><published>2007-03-07T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:48:25.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was literally bludge/sleep day. I was SO tired. Omg, you should've seen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; Zoning out most of the time. Didn't listen AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Snoozing in between lessons- before the teacher came to the classroom; sleep, when the teacher was talking to another teacher; sleep, after lessons before the bell rung; sleep, during recess; sleep, during lunch; sleep. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Looking half-dead like and really, pretty much like a zombie. My hair was out cos I couldn't be bothered to tie it up and the wind blew and it was pretty much boofed up, but seeing that I was tired and it took such an effort to raise my arms and flatten it, I just left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeping in class. Hahahaha. Well, not most of the classes anyways. I slept in Modern History when we were watching 'Mississippi Burning' and in Advanced English when we were watching 'The Great Gatsby'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Yawning so much that I cried a whole packet full of tears. My jaws hurt and my eyes are sore from ejecting so much tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Moving really slowly. All from the process of yawning and trying to sleep while walking to class. I thought I was going to have like blind spots like the other time I didn't sleep much. But I didn't , I was freaking the shit out of myself. I scare myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; On the verge of slapping my face on my pottery piece cos I was nodding my head/dozing off. Hahahahahahaha. Matt wouldn't let me live it down. DAYEMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at like 3 am cos I really couldn't sleep. I dunno, maybe it was Vicki's snores or WHATEVER, but omg. I serz couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end I slept and got up at 6.30 am. Omg, 3 hours of sleep? Thats. Amazing for Tammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up, washed my face, and called Vicki up. Yeaaaah, my eyelids were somehow REALLY heavy and they wanted to close all the time. So I was like 'Stuff it' and left my hair out. And walked out, almost forgot to wear my socks with my school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh. I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, emailed him, and then left for school. Had some random kueh thing. I didn't like it. I'd rather stick to my toast and juice or yoghurt and muesli but ya'know, Granny's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EHHHHHH, MUST EAT. MUST EAT. YOU DON'T NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT. NO CHEST THEN NO MAN LIKE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-" Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took small bites and ate like one small piece and then ate a muesli bar. I love my muesli bars. Buy me moreeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to school, Mrs. McInnes was in room 304 or something. And we knew this time, but we waited til it was like, 8.05 before we went in. (English Extension usually starts at 7.45 am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA'KNOW, when English Extension first started, I was full-on excited about it and then when we started Othello, I almost absolutely hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we're on the way of finishing it and going to start that other Shakespeare one. I felt special in English Extension and now I realize that I WAS FOOLING MYSELF. I am dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like trying to draw to keep myself awake from the boredom of Othello and WHATEVER. I don't care if Desdemona gets accused for sleeping with Cassio. I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacobian times really can get on your nerves and twitch it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after Extension I got SO BORED with D&amp;T, cos I've done literally EVERYTHING, and I'm so ready to start making my shirt and whatev, but noooo~ Mrs. Kennedy HAD to make me work on the computer. But I refused to, so I went to shopbop.com! (: And I saw the prettiest thingz EVA. They've also got new denim out, so citizensofhumanity HERE I COMEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; Kenneth Jay Lane- Multi Cocktail Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Catherine Malandrino- Deep V dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Marc Jacob Shoes- Leather Peep Toe Pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; KORS Shoes- Dubois Open Toe Heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want those four BADLY. But I have many others I want hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After D&amp;T, was Ancient History. Pottery, nothing much. Just made my vase in which Ms. Gant changed into a bowl from I-don't-know what period. It was retarded. It LOOKS retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;This ain't a scene! Its a goddamn arm's race&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I love that song much? Hahaha. NDRU HI-FI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient History was boring anyways. Went for Admin and fell asleep there for about 5 minutes. After that was recess. Slept. Didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was Modern History, drama kids got out cos they had some performace. I slept throughout the whole movie. I didn't watch most of Mississippi Burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Modern History was Advanced English, was boring. I slept watching The Great Gatsby, the movie has SHIT actors. Sero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was lunch, I slept. Bought sour stuff to keep me awake. But it didn't. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was Studies of Religion. I did my work. Sleeping during all those other periods did help me stay awake til now. I'm going to have such an awesome sleep tonight. Like in my warm sheets and whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, so comfy. I wanna have my sour stripes now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thingy tomorrrrowwwwwwww I'm so excited. Hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-6793125439936338726?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/6793125439936338726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=6793125439936338726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/6793125439936338726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/6793125439936338726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-was-literally-bludgesleep-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-5884835873876977782</id><published>2007-03-07T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T02:54:57.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things about you:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;My name is Tammy. Der fred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; I'm 16. Turning 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't gotten my L's yet. I will one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; I go to De La Salle Cronulla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; I miss Singapore to the point where I'm willing to do anything to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; I cannot live without the computer. That's why I think someone should buy me a sexy Apple iMac laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; I'm fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; I'm afraid of everything; really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; I hate D&amp;T cos Mrs. Kennedy can kill me with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; I can't really speak Chinese anymore. x___x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things you like:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Ancient History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; FOB's new album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; My bed, serz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; My school jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; Bethany Independant Presbyterian Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; This special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things you don't like:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; My phobia's acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Skinny ass girls who make fun of girls like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; Hilary Duff. *stabs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; My apartment's carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; Vicki when she snores and makes me think its some poltergeist or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; Not going back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Name 10 friends you can think off at the top of your head:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;Paigge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Chanel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Brooke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Katherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; Stephii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 &lt;/strong&gt;Aly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; Alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Name 10 things that remind you of them (your 10 friends):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; Russian World War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Hakkha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Piercings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Chicken Parmesiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Banana smoothie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; Asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; Danebank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; PE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things that make your day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;BLEEPYBLEEPOBLEEPUBLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Eveen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; DVD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; Cardigans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; Phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;  Smses from &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 things that turn you off:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; C.G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; English Extension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; Homework. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Homework Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Maris Stella and their Enrichment programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; Mr Bishop frothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; Fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 &lt;/strong&gt;Lard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; Skinny girls that diss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I really &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt;. Someone please save my sanityyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrick, I linked you. Please thank me later. Thanks, or send me a testimonial later or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go plop and find out what homework that needs to be done. Probably nothing but I need to get a headstart on my assignments WADDERFISHBALLZ. I have so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ancient History&lt;/strong&gt;- Terracotta Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modern History&lt;/strong&gt;- Black Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOR&lt;/strong&gt;- Nordic Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOOOOOOOOOP~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-5884835873876977782?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/5884835873876977782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=5884835873876977782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/5884835873876977782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/5884835873876977782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/10-things-about-you-1-my-name-is-tammy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-59704533148589002</id><published>2007-03-06T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:29:00.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY I CAN FINALLY BLOG. I don't know what's wrong with my other computer; it doesn't allow me to blog, for some stupid reason or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My auntie choked on this sausage roll flake and she was COUGHING her lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gogo Doris: "*COUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH*"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *Hides behind refrigerator in the kitchen*&lt;br /&gt;Granny: "Go give her water."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;Gogo Doris: "*COUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH* *RETCHRETECHRETCH*"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SHE'S GONNA BLOW! *Peers over the refrigerator*"&lt;br /&gt;Vicki: "STOP SCREAMING, YOU ALMOST BURSTED MY EARDRUMZ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA, it was scary though, she was red. Like really. Ahhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for these past few days in which I have not been blogging, I will update. Hahaha, but its not like my life is interesting of any sort, I'm leading a boring life. Homeworkhomework, assignments and more assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stabbity stab stab yes? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;School. Was. A. Bum. It was actually cold, I was shivering in classes ): Annnnnnnd, it wasn't a bad day actually, I forgot what I did. But I did remember getting out of Homework Club TWO TIMES. See how God loves me. HAHAHA, okayokay, jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what happened either. I got out of Homework Club once again. I did my homework like a diligent girl after I came home from school. I started on my written work and then my D&amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do Design and Tech and IT SUCKS, I have so much computer work to do. Ahh, my poor eyes and fingers typing the DEATH out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;I was SO tired when I went to English Extension. I slept last night at like 12 am and woke up at 6.30 am thinking it was only 12.05 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It serz felt like 5 minutes. I was SO tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know that we had class in Ov101, so we like waiting while the other class was piling into Mr. Breen's classroom, so we were just like waiting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we kinda knew that we were in Ov101, but we serz didn't feel like going so. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried playing truancy. But Ben (again) had to call us in and make me shiver in the damn cold classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached school I was zoning out, I had no idea what Mrs. McInnes was talking about. Moors, Venetians, Soldiers, Wives, Relationships, Cyprus... blablablaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it WAS SO COLD, and dumb Tammy forgot about her jumper ): So she went into class cold and GUESS WHAT?!!!?!?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McInnes has the air-conditioning on x_______x and she was warm. Omg, somone should shed some fat and give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the grass cutter dude was shredding grass and IT WAS SO FUNNY. He kept cutting the metal bases so it made really LOUD noises and half of the time, we couldn't hear what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dead-set COLD. Ben was laughing at me; thank you very much Ben. And so during discussion time I was paying him out, in some way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McInnes: "So, who do you think is the blame for bad relationships, the boy or the girl?"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *Raises arm*&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McInnes: "Tammy."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "It is the man."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McInnes: "You seem very sure of your answer, are you certain that it is right?"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Of course, in a relationship, you seldom see the woman do anything wrong. Women look for love and emotion in a relationship whereas a man would only look for sex and outside beauty; what a woman can see in a man is not seen by the man himself in a woman. Although most women tend to fuss over how they look in the mirror, they would do it for one cause = to get men to notice them, why else would they do it?"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McInnes: *Nods head* "Poor Ben."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT she only says it cos he's the only male in our English Extension class. HAHAHA, but he's sweet though, nice man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after English Extension, we have Ancient History! POTTERY! I'm half-way on making my very demented Song Dynasty Vase (Qin Dynasty designing). Hahahaha, the hatching and the coiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh so hard. I'm not very artistic so you know. I was on a table with Julia, Sarah, Oliver and Kurt. And you can only imagine what Oliver and Kurt would be talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt: "OHMYGOD, did you see the episode of Simpsons last night? You know, with Graystone?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Oliver: "OH YEAAAH MATE. DAMN FXCKING FUNNY AYEEE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Sarah and Tammy: *[-______-""]* "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But pottery was heaps fun. We get to mummify a chicken. DAYUM, I WOULD'VE LIKED IT IF IT WERE A RAT. Poop )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pull its gutz out of its butthole. Now its a chicken. I wonder if we have to pluck its feathers out. Or... I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ancient History Julia and I had SOR with Mr. Bishop cos Mrs. James doesn't work in Wednesday. Mr. Sandy Bishop is DA SHIZZ. He is, omg, best persona of teacher. I swear, he's like. I dunno. Really cool teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he froths at the mouth and does spittle bombs every second or so when he speaks. OH SIGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SOR, we had Admin. ZHOMG. We got our ID cards back, and they purposely ENLARGE the photo so all of us look chubby and FATSO. Well, since I'm already fat I actually looked overly obese. I look so retarded in the photo, and we're not allowed to stick anything over it )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to face the world with that effin' hideous photo?! Someone stab me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gogo Doris is off to work! *Whistles the work song hum*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After admin, had recess. I didn't do much. I was trying to catch up on sleep and whatever. Bede didn't turn up for admin. And neither did Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, there was this massively LONG period of English.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting outside the classroom for Mrs. Raftery to come in, I see Ben with red liqorice. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Ben...."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: *Looks at me* "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Can I have one...*points to red liqorice*"&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Later on."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost died watching the stupid actors of 'The Great Gatsby'. OMG. Robert Redford is like okay in the film but MIA FARROW. Okay someone needs to teach that lady to speak solidly. Serz, she was like airy fairy in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy (Mia Farrow): "Hoh Hnick! Hhhhooow Hare Hyou?"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *.______. Looks over to Megan.*&lt;br /&gt;Megan: *Zzzzzzzz*&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *Looks over to Alex Allenby*&lt;br /&gt;Alex: *Lying on the ground on his tummy and ZZZZZZ a lot. Snoresnore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, that was like a bludge period more like actually. Oh well. I did catch up on SOME sleep if Mrs. Raftery would stop talking to me. Asking me questions every TWO seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After English was D&amp;T, I didn't do much. Thomas thought I was Roisin. WAHAHAHA, I was like "Omg if I were Roisin I'd love myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, I don't love my body. Euwzors. TAMMY'S GOING ON THE LEMON DETOX DIET! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose 10 kilograms in 5 DAYS. Omg, please I NEED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After D&amp;T, was lunch. One side of the bench was wet so I tried sitting on the other one but it was kinda full so I was like meh, I'll try sitting on the seat. Julia sits on it, stands up and her skirt doesn't have water marks. So I decided to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water marks. And they're like little DOTS. Omg, I had some disease on my skirt. Hahahah, it was so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christian tried kissing me that stinkyass. I was so DISGUSTED. Omg, I wanted to shave off the skin on my neck. EUWWW. Julia has to disinfect it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg that guy better stay away from me. He needs deodarant. Sero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWW SHUCKX, I walked to the canteen to buy some snakes. Andandand, on the way. I see Ben and I'm like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Ben! Can I have my red liqorice?"&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Ohohoh waitwait. *Turns to face lady at the canteen* Here you go, one for you and one for Tammy."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Oh! Thank youuuuuu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think he'd buy me liqorice. But he was so nice to buy me one. HEHEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought a packet of snakes and left two for him. And Matt almost got to them THE ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch. Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SOMEONE SHOULD MAKE MRS. PASKE. TRIP. Her Aboriginal outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Diediedie *splatsplatsplat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Manahan is glad that Aly is leaving. What a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYEAYEAYE, I'm tired. Ndru is too K.3.( /\ ). L for S. K. 3. ( /\ ). L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-59704533148589002?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/59704533148589002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=59704533148589002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/59704533148589002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/59704533148589002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-i-can-finally-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-1837624144683426211</id><published>2007-03-04T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:49:06.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not know how to work this thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-1837624144683426211?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/1837624144683426211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=1837624144683426211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/1837624144683426211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/1837624144683426211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-do-not-know-how-to-work-this-thing.html' title='I do not know how to work this thing.'/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-1171881173083591986</id><published>2007-03-03T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T03:21:24.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got Vicki back from her party, Ellen and her looked heaps good thanks to my almighty powerful make up skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, not much to blog really, there's no one online at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRICK AND JUSTIN. WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-1171881173083591986?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/1171881173083591986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=1171881173083591986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/1171881173083591986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/1171881173083591986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-3046240830506917427</id><published>2007-03-01T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:17:18.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVlFLJfEI/AAAAAAAAADs/eAmc_m3g93A/s1600-h/Fun!+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036877697537113154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVlFLJfEI/AAAAAAAAADs/eAmc_m3g93A/s320/Fun!+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chanelly my partner for everything in LIFE. [[Shut Up Partnerz Fer Lyfe]], Piggyback Buddy. Nonsensical prtnr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVlVLJfFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Xr1EzuqJ2Lo/s1600-h/Fun!+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036877701832080466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVlVLJfFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Xr1EzuqJ2Lo/s320/Fun!+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tammy: "NO CHANEL! Go awaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!"&lt;br /&gt;Julia: "Dish Ish Funneh!" *Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVlVLJfGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eP7vjyztwXQ/s1600-h/Fun!+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036877701832080482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVlVLJfGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eP7vjyztwXQ/s320/Fun!+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julia: "Now that's a good girl!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tammy: "Errr, okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVllLJfHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q9_zpl7jkJY/s1600-h/Fun!+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036877706127047794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVllLJfHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q9_zpl7jkJY/s320/Fun!+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tammy lurves Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVllLJfII/AAAAAAAAAEM/3cYs0guen6Q/s1600-h/Fun!+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036877706127047810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVllLJfII/AAAAAAAAAEM/3cYs0guen6Q/s320/Fun!+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super Duper Afghan school navy blue jumper and sexy maid-like UNIFORM! GST and Tax payer's price included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh the joy. I have a bruise on my hip. It hurts... Someone kiss it to make it BETTERRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it cos I've been holding a folder and it slams on my hip. AND NOW ITS BEEN SLAMMING TOO MUCH. So there's a bruise )))':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking my skirt off and I just like pressed against it and I YELPED. Hahaha, like a dog when you step on it. LOLBAWLZ. Anyways, school wasn't all that bad anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to morning extension 5 minutes earlier. And YEP! I was (as usual) half-dead and wanting to crawl back into my soft, warm, cool-breezed bed with my comfortable pillows (3 of 'em!) my sexy elongated bolster, my Sasha bear, my good ol' JMLV duckie, my comfy keep-me-warm quilt and MY ALMIGHTY DROPPED-INTO-THE-TOILET-BOWL-BUT-REVIVED mobile! (: See how much I was so tempted. I SWEAR I could still feel the warmness of my quilt surrounding me as the morning sun rays shone unto my face and legs, and the cool morning breeze as it ran in and out of my bedroom window. (And Vicki snoring away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, reality schnapped back into my face when I was dragged into a stuffy smelling classroom by Julia (thanks babe). And Mrs. McInnes talking her lungs out about Othello. I SUFFERED. OH I SUFFEREDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in Extension class, I wonder if she talks about Nutella or Othello. Mmm, like c'mon who doesn't like Nutella. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HO. HEM. HGEE. MY MYSPACE GOT PHISHED. Poop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bummed and lazed in the next few periods... I was half yawning and sleeping so meh. I got like 2 assessment tasks today AKHAKFJBAKFJBAKSJF. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, Tammy loves Billy Talennnnnnnt&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 Anyways, in D&amp;T I was bugged by Matt so much it really pissed me off, so I told him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA AND HE GOT CUT. HAHAHAHA. (Omg, photobucket is taking a century...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yep, I paid MattybOi out and yesyes, I got my D&amp;T work done in time. Like finally. I have to sit next to the guy for A WHOLE YEAR! !!! YAY MY PICCYS ARE LOADED. But its like going to screw my page up and make it all funky but whatever, PICTURE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday: CNY Celebration&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being an ass. Nigel's friends in school called Vicki "chio" *CHOKECHOKE* No one understands chio. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love her like a fat kid loves a BIG FAT CHOCCIE MUD CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hurts my eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun075.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was storming. Scary shiats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun062.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL@ MATTL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun029.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erinn (EVEEN!) was being some flower. Vicki is. I dunno. AND I AM BEING THE NORMAL ASS I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday!:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Ancient History we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Emma was playing with Paigge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigggerrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verity and Larni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG FRIGGIN' FUNNY. LOL @ MEGGIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANELLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hiding the Gameboy SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Celestine talking to us kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia in PE gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW TEGAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peekaboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin It. BAWLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Chanel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-14.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paigge and Karishma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Kerawr-15.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Toosday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun084.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun085.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reccess/Lunch area. BUT WE GOT EXILED FROM THAT AREA. POOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun089.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love her eternally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun097.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANELLLLLLLLL. Her hair's too long )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun099.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asiaaaaaaaaaaaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday (boring.):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was decking out the ticket payer thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT KILLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drivedrivedrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After. HAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today!:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch! I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Fun014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T; Alicia telling her story and everyone listening. Hahaha, Matt was pissing me off. He sits on my right. GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTY. THEE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-3046240830506917427?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/3046240830506917427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=3046240830506917427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3046240830506917427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/3046240830506917427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/03/chanelly-my-partner-for-everything-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReaVlFLJfEI/AAAAAAAAADs/eAmc_m3g93A/s72-c/Fun!+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17986450.post-980692375476501272</id><published>2007-02-27T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:57:16.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Myspace got PHISED. WADDERFISHBAWLZ. Hmmph, and I forgot my password for the email that I set it in -.- Am I smart or am I smart. Sero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeeeeeeez. Anyways, spent my whole day bumming around in the STUPID Parramatta medical centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was loafing around like some piece of shit, just sitting there and bumming away while Justina went to get her whatever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was stressing so much over the blood test, like sero, she HAD TO LIE DOWN =X Bawlz. And I was playing with this 6 month old Indian baby, so friggin' cute. BUT THE BABY CAN'T BEAT MY CHARLINA AND NATHANAEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReUKX1LJfCI/AAAAAAAAADU/e1oFsnweKek/s1600-h/Fun!+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036443162810874914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReUKX1LJfCI/AAAAAAAAADU/e1oFsnweKek/s320/Fun!+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathanaellllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReUKYFLJfDI/AAAAAAAAADc/9GyXFmepJnw/s1600-h/Fun!+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036443167105842226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReUKYFLJfDI/AAAAAAAAADc/9GyXFmepJnw/s320/Fun!+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlina, OKAY, I know this isn't the best photo but Eveen was making me laugh. She kept going "CHAMMIE CHAMMIE CHAMMIE CHAMMIE THAN THAN THAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but Charlina and Joanne are professional pole climbers/dancers. Its like AMAZEMENT. They can jump and do all sorts of trickz and WHATEVAH. Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, MY MYSPACE IS SCREWED AND BOOO. My videos won't work. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later when I'm not sobusy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALLLING SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-980692375476501272?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/980692375476501272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=980692375476501272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/980692375476501272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/980692375476501272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/ReUKX1LJfCI/AAAAAAAAADU/e1oFsnweKek/s72-c/Fun!+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17986450.post-8875992332829865625</id><published>2007-02-25T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:54:31.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh, I'm tired. I'm sore. I'm sick and SO OVER school. I'm on the verge of yelling cos of my crazy essays I have to hand in consecutively over the week: English, English Extension, Modern History, Ancient History and Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYY. WHY DID I PICK ALL THOSE STUPID HUMANITIES SUBJECTS.&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYY. *stabs self in the eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this morning I got up at like 7.30am. And I dashed for the toilet, not that there was anyone to fight against with for the toilet- Vicki always sleeps in until I'm done and then she goes, but you know, just to kick in the self-adrenaline RUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I dashed for the toilet, and almost hit myself in the NOSE thankyouverymuch showercase thingy. But it was all good, I was actually in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vicki went and spoilt it for me, so like every morning in school-week, I argue with her! Not like its unusual or whatever, we fight every morning. Just cos I like to state my point and she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to school (Vicki was late, mind you) and the wind was blasting into my face, like literally, everyone looked all right on the trains and buses and cars, like their hair was all perfect and combed and styled and tied perfectly. And the moment they step out of the car and when the wind just blasts right across them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiftly and silently. Your hair gets messed up. My hair got so messed up I kept re-tieing it in class. It was vooshvooshvoosh. I got so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so cold, I had to use Roisin's jumper and shiver in D&amp;T and then return it to her while I walked down to Ancient History. Didn't do my presentations today (whoohoo!), but we're doing it tomorrow -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siggggghhh. I'm contemplating on taking up 2 unit Extension English and History extension. WHY AM I PRESSURING MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to break down sooner or later. Taking up too many extensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Nichla Smith took up bloody 18 units. What the fark! She's mentally conked out of her bazonked out BRAINZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's in Uni now so er. Yeah. Hahahahahaha. She had to drop like Drama and all that other randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haneewaes. I'm taking such a long time to blog today. Hahaha. I had a fun time disfiguring Matt- Man's math homework sheet today. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cos I didn't do mine and had to copy his. I noticed quite a lot of english grammar mistakes and MISSING OUT on numbers on some equations. Aww, but Matt-Man's coolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's taking History extension like me too! Just he doesn't like it when I say I'm doing 4 unit English. Lolgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEZ-MON IS KEWL too. Hahaha she's so fun to talk to. Hahahaha, she never fails to make me feel guuuuud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Chanel, Megan and I went to the canteen for the longest TIME EVER. I was standing there for internity! The line never moved -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to squish my lunch down my THROAT in 5 minutes. I was hicupping in English. Almost threw up. Cos there was no liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chanel was nice enough to give me a piggy back ride back. AWW HOW NICE. I love Chanel, she's like my piggyback buddy, my Shut Up for Lyfe Partnerz, and like whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH CHANELLY FENELLY! Big Random Friendly Giannnnt!! Julia. Is. A. Fricken'. Genius. She read this response out in Ancient History and I was like O____O. "Er-hum!" I totally got it but she said in this melodramatic way with hard-ish words and long-ish words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound really dumb but I'm not dumb, so can you imagine what it makes her to be like?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half-shaven dog WALKED INTO MRS. RAFTERY'S CLASS. HOMGZ. I was terrorized. And I love dogs, so can you imagine how OBSCENE THE DOG LOOKS LIKE!!! He's literall HALF-SHAVEN. Like, bare body... and then you get to his head. Its like. Poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaysanyways. I will go and blog surf now. And maybe pester a few people to link me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged LONNNNNG today. How amazing. I actually have to time to blog for ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paztorrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-8875992332829865625?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/8875992332829865625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=8875992332829865625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/8875992332829865625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/8875992332829865625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/eh-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-6602272391167394769</id><published>2007-02-19T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:41:52.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.Name someone who made you smile today: Duane Chen.&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 8:00 thismorning? Sleeping. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Eating dinner.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is something that happened to you in 1992? I dunno, I was only 2.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the last thing you said aloud? "I didn't take your effin' USB!"&lt;br /&gt;6. How many different drinks did you drink today? Uh. 2?&lt;br /&gt;7. What color is your hairbrush?Blacccck and blue.&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last thing you bought? A sey red beanie from Roxy!&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you kissed? Uhmz.&lt;br /&gt;10. What color is your front door? Gay beigey white.&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you keep your change? Wallet?&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the weather like today? Sweltering HAWT.&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the best ice cream flavor? Cookies and Cream with Maltesers and Oreo cookies.&lt;br /&gt;14. What is something you are excited about? No idea. School.&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last rainbow you saw? Last week I think, when I was raining pretty badly.&lt;br /&gt;16. What size shoe do you wear? 7 to about 8.&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you very random? I hope I'm not. I tend to be random.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you want to cut your hair? No, I'm growing it out.&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you over the age of 25? Nup.&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you talk a lot? Yessum.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you watch The O.C? No, that show is gay.&lt;br /&gt;23. Does your screen name have an "x"in it? Nup.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you know anyone named Steven? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you make up your own words? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you ticklish? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you typically a jealous person? Yes, I tend to be.&lt;br /&gt;28. Name someone whose name starts withthe letter "R": Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;29. Name a friend whose name startswith the letter "N": Nathanael.&lt;br /&gt;30. Who's the 1st person on your received calls list? Duane Chen.&lt;br /&gt;31. What did the last text message you received say? I forget. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-6602272391167394769?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/6602272391167394769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=6602272391167394769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/6602272391167394769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/6602272391167394769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-5627703679972049267</id><published>2007-02-13T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T02:00:24.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Ms. Kieler for letting me go to Homework Club; this is going to make me do my homework for my entire life in Year 11. LOLZOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(I have no homework today. Really, I know its amazing. But WHOO! No homework!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, it was pretty much embarrassing, I was the only girl in Year 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was another girl but she was from Year 12. So emabarrassing. Marky couldn't stop oohing. It was pretty much shit thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 FRIGGIN' EVENTS IN TAMMY'S LIFE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;I went to Homework Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; I have a sore hip. It hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; She hopes she gets a valentine message tomorrow &gt;.&lt; (THANK YOU ENOCH YAPPPPP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; SHE LOVERS TERIYAKI BOYZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; I have school mass on Thursday, how boring *yawn* My whole family is going 'cept for Vicki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; NIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And NIL for the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so bored I can't blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;._____________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-5627703679972049267?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/5627703679972049267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=5627703679972049267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/5627703679972049267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/5627703679972049267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-4292029034263903342</id><published>2007-02-12T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:07:25.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What up world? I haven't been blogging- yes I know, so shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't do a lot of internet surfing or webbing these past few days, I've had so much homework over last week and the excursion and all that crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(NOTE: MARKY KELLY WON THE PANCAKE COMPETITION. LIKE WOW.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't even had time to watch proper TV! I need to watch Indiana Jones for Ancient History. And I did my homework, I'm so bloody diligent, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOMGLOLZOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've done so much calling- well, not a lot but you know, people calling me. And I've hada fun time talking to them. I'll have more photo's uploaded next time! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-4292029034263903342?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/4292029034263903342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=4292029034263903342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/4292029034263903342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/4292029034263903342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-up-world-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-217797510239400822</id><published>2007-02-09T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T01:19:53.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went onto Face Heritage and I found the most peculiar pictures. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was so funny, but I'm in no mood to blog right now. I'll blog tomorrow or summin'. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-217797510239400822?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/217797510239400822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=217797510239400822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/217797510239400822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/217797510239400822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-went-onto-face-heritage-and-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-7074362399602005632</id><published>2007-02-05T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:08:28.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its pretty much sad how I'm blogging but I'm supposed to be doing my Religion essay and Math homework questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(And besides that I'm smsing Duane. LAWL. Hahaha- And Paigge is fully going on about Desperate Housewives. I miss Zack and Cody, wanna watch it again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Islam-Christianity-Judaism! (: Semetic religions (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buddhism-Hinduism- Indus religions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT. AHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll go quickly write my essay and then quickly blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn, my essay doesn't seem as easy as it seems. )))))))): I have D&amp;T work too. WHAT IS THIS FELONY DUDEZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need some timeout. Like, GO BACK SINGAPORE OR SOMETHING?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY I AM DONE. Sorta, I didn't really finish my SOR work, but I really didn't care. I'll just say I did my best, I mean, Mrs. James can't be that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs. McInnes gives so much worrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk. )))))))))':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Desperate Housewives are on! (:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to email _____ why CHLOE! WHYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-7074362399602005632?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/7074362399602005632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=7074362399602005632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/7074362399602005632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/7074362399602005632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-pretty-much-sad-how-im-blogging-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-2516306123571147431</id><published>2007-02-02T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:51:01.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth while you were talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth while you were NOT talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have ran into a tree/bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have tried to lick your elbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You just tried to sing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] You've never seen the Matrix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] You type only with two fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] You have fallen asleep in class and started to talk/drool, or snore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] If someone says "fart" you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your "inside voice".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Underwear?] You ran around naked in your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You break a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ ] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[x] The word "ummmmm" is used many times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am really stupid. HAHAHAHA LOL @ ME. I'm supposed to be doing History and English BY THE WAY. Argh, I'm so sick of Sir Arthur Evans and Civil Rights in USA. And English Extension with TWO FRICKEN' PAGES OF WHATEVER written into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs. McInnes is KILLING ME.  I can't think anymore. Tired..... :o~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aye. Help.&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/17986450-2516306123571147431?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/2516306123571147431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=2516306123571147431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/2516306123571147431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/2516306123571147431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/x-gum-has-fallen-out-of-your-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-8198064636525167705</id><published>2007-02-01T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:57:47.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RcLbuSZ-3FI/AAAAAAAAABI/cxXzE6O-SHA/s1600-h/Blah+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026821722360175698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RcLbuSZ-3FI/AAAAAAAAABI/cxXzE6O-SHA/s320/Blah+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;AH MAH GAH!!!! NATHANAEL AND ME. He's so kawaii des!!! Oh man, Vicki filmed this video, I might upload it and let you guys watch it next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RcLbuiZ-3GI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z5YHCqQfu2A/s1600-h/Cute!+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026821726655143010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RcLbuiZ-3GI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z5YHCqQfu2A/s320/Cute!+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute Prince Christian of Denmark SAYS HELLO!! In Danske of course, he's so cute. SOSOSOSOSOSOSO CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, in school (WHOO! FRIDAY! Last school day of the week) I walked in and found Alicia and all them people, and sat down and started talking to them, it was pretty cold so I thankfully brought my jumper to school and wore it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I had Ancient History first, was pretty good, Ms. Gant gave us homework, but its pretty straightforward but I need Julia's help. HEHEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm hopefully meeting up with her tomorrow at Cronulla Library to do our essays together cos I wouldn't know what the HECK I'll be writing. And besides, I have to write TWO FRICKEN' PAGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For like two simple questions that could've been answered in two sentences or something, but I guess its the whole concept of writing a lot in English and all that, might appeal for the Type Writer in HSC, which basically means I won't be writing, I'll be typing my essays and answers out! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY FOR TYPE WRITERRRR!! (No, I'm not literally typing on a type writer, I just. Type in a laptop which has no internet connection. Aww damn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I have so much homework (stab me- and then let the fats pour out and then stitch me back up again so I can be so much more slimmer.) I can literally drown myself in SORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SHERLYN. JAPANESE GUYS ARE HOTTER, LIKE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY~ HOTTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not joking, so please don't even go to the point where we have to argue about Korean guys being hotter than Japanese guys cos seriously, Japanese guys are ALWAYS cuter and they speak adorable-er and they act cute, OKAY WHAT AM I SAYING THEY DON'T HAVE TO ACT CUTE THEY ARE CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OKAY? OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And MASS COMM ALL THE WAY! I actually also wanna be a archaeologist that writes articles. Moreso like an archaeological journalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know wadda mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-8198064636525167705?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/8198064636525167705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=8198064636525167705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/8198064636525167705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/8198064636525167705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/ah-mah-gah-nathanael-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xBQAF-8JQNw/RcLbuSZ-3FI/AAAAAAAAABI/cxXzE6O-SHA/s72-c/Blah+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17986450.post-5055149071475912875</id><published>2007-02-01T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T03:11:47.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tammy has a headache !!! I've been getting headaches ever since school started, this isn't good at all dude. So damn irit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, lessons have been all right I guess, had my first modern history and english extension for the first time! (: I have Mrs. McInnes for English Extension and Ms. Kieler for modern history. They're both nice teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was freezing in school, the weather was like crazy, hot, cold, windy, chilly, windy, cold, normal. I was like hibernating one second and the next I was about almost ready to STRIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy weathers I tell 'yeh! Anyways, during ALL recess and lunch, Julia couldn't stop telling me on and on about how Daniel Radcliffe was like, TOTALLY different in his like new movie- some horse like thing or something rather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Click here for &lt;a href="www.mugglenet.com"&gt;MuggleNet!!&lt;/a&gt; And then press on "Dan Like You've Never Seen Him Before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HE HAS TO GET STARK NAKED ON STAGE. HOMGZ TOTALLAYE INCREDIBLEEEZZZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, so anyways. For English Extension, Mrs. McInnes was nice enough to give us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- At least 2 pages (an essay) for the questions about Shakespeares Sonnets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Read 2 scenes from Othello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH LIFE CANNOT BE EASIER CAN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus addition to that, I have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 12 math questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Reading of F. Scott Fitzgerald's "Bernice Bobs Her Hair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Reading of F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord, please help me through this. I need your help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SO ANYWAYS. After school, I got home, did my math homework (cos Paske is so irit and gives homework every lesson) and then walked up to Randa to meet up with Chloe my luvah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then she met up with me and Coreeeeeey (who is NARLYYYY ARGGHHHH!) and we walked all around, started talking and man, Corey is one funny man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were like talking about Mr. Bishop- HE IS DA MAN, SO KEWLZ. Hahaha, I enjoy him as my teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And we walked home, I showered and went out with Daddy, Juzzy and Vicki for dinner at Spicy House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOMGZ, AND THEN I FARTED IN THE CAR, AND THEN DADDY WOUND DOWN THE WINDOW AND THE WIND FULLY BASHED MY FACE AND I WAS LIKE "EEEHHH! CLOSEH TEH WINDEEEWWW!! EHHH!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Annnnd! I made Vicki piss her pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so sure of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL, I love my day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-5055149071475912875?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/5055149071475912875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=5055149071475912875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/5055149071475912875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/5055149071475912875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/02/tammy-has-headache-ive-been-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116980726937411450</id><published>2007-01-26T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T02:27:49.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am having some problems with loading my photo's into an album. Somesing is wrong no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am turning Japanese-y. Really I am. I wanna marry a Japanese boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116980726937411450?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116980726937411450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116980726937411450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116980726937411450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116980726937411450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-having-some-problems-with-loading.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116945614205236238</id><published>2007-01-22T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:55:42.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/885126/VBS%20(1)%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/200/280089/VBS%20%281%29%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/426734/VBS%20(1)%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/200/836375/VBS%20%281%29%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/213806/VBS%20(1)%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/200/123180/VBS%20%281%29%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/169698/VBS%20(1)%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/200/399388/VBS%20%281%29%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/349668/VBS%20(1)%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/200/926149/VBS%20%281%29%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;JAMIE! Telling Eugene one of his "I-go-to-this-school" stories XD He's so ultrasuper cuuuuute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;VBS DAY 1! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was really good! Like all these kidz and all. Jamie Fry is the ultimate adorable kid. I adore him. AND ZEBBY TOO! (: I love Zebby, he kinda reminds me of Matt. HAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(What is this. I have to post pictures 5 at a time ._. #@$#@#$!!!!^^#^#*%$@##$@!#@!)&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/17986450-116945614205236238?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116945614205236238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116945614205236238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116945614205236238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116945614205236238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/jamie-telling-eugene-one-of-his-i-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116928521587846053</id><published>2007-01-20T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T01:26:55.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beatriz Ng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I l&amp;hearts;ver you A LOT. Cos you're an amazing girl. Don't stop talking to me, you keep me rooted in what I have to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;THANKYOUAGAZILLIONTIMEZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And here is the quiz you asked me to do:!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 random things about myself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; I R EMETOPHOBIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; I cut my own hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; I can't live in a room without being messy. I can't help it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; I found out that Dutch boys are attracted to Asian girrrrlz. That proves that I don't know a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Green Tea everything is my life. (Green Tea tea, Green Tea Ice Cream, Green Tea sweets, Green Tea bunz...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; I don't eat a lot. I have a slow digestive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; I have a thyroid condition ): Its overactive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 things that scare me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; Satan and all that comes with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Clowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;Japanese Ringtones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; Poltergeists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Gaining Weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Boyz. Unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; Anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 random songs at the moment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; Wait a Minute- Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; River Below- Billy Talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Wind It Up- Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; I Love It- Sneaky Sound System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Just A Spoonful of Sugar- Mary Poppins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Isle of Yew- Alysonk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; The Ultimate- Lemon Demon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 things i like most..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; Boyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; Strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; PURPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; Lip balms. I have a bag full of gloss and balms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; Hipbones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 people to do this..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna force people to do it. Do it if you wanna. I love doing quizzes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116928521587846053?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116928521587846053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116928521587846053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116928521587846053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116928521587846053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/beatriz-ng-i-lver-you-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116902072964310747</id><published>2007-01-16T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:58:49.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh hello Prince Christian! He is. &lt;i&gt;Adorable&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't help but wonder why he's so cute. And his family is so perfect, I can't wait to see how he looks like when he's older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PLUS, we get lots of information down under here in Sydney cos Princess Mary is from Tazzy so we're really proud of an Australian like her X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/AWW.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Cute.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian14.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/aWWWW.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Cute1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/GRAWR.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cuteeeeeee &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid's wearing Converse's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/PrinceChristian14-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my latest craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute. CUTECUTECUTECUUUUUUUUUUUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116902072964310747?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116902072964310747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116902072964310747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116902072964310747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116902072964310747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-hello-prince-christian-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116894729743050333</id><published>2007-01-16T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T03:35:02.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Height? 5'5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Have you ever smoke heroine? Hard to admit, but I'm actually scared of drugs. Took me a lot of courage to take my own medication. &gt; &lt;""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? Wahaha, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Nah, I love doctors. I trust them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? I'm starting to hate them a lot. The iKea ones are all right I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song? The ones the Youth people in Bethany sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? I don't drink in the morning. At the most, water and juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups? Yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is your bathroom clean? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My diamond heart from my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like painkillers? Can't live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? If I tell, it won't be a secret weapon anymore. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.? Hahaha no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle Name? Hui'En.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see Shawn Lee.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get a good dream tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I better make Carolyn her quilt cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the last 3 things you have bought?&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Ring&lt;br /&gt;Movie Ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 drinks you regularly drink: Juice, water, and more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current worry? ONE MISSED CALL. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Current hate? Clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be? Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How did you bring in the New Year? On the rooftop and watching fireworks, and staying up til about 5 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where would you like to go? Europe. Japan and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you own slippers? Yaaaaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What shirt are you wearing? "i &amp;hearts; earth" shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Whats your skin color? Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color(s)? Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? Why are pirates, pirates? (BECAUSE THEY ARGGGGHHH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What songs do you sing in the shower? Wind it Up- Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? Pocahontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pockets right now? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh? Hmm. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child? The duck ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had? Never had a bad one. I've strained my wrist a few times cos of volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house? Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?Hmm, most probably Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend? Jess Nicholls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do u wish on shooting stars? Never seen one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book? I've got LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy? Fruit drops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? Dunno, waiting for the perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral? I don't think &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing @ 12 AM last night? Trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? I'm still tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116894729743050333?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116894729743050333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116894729743050333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116894729743050333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116894729743050333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116883143515741830</id><published>2007-01-14T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:23:55.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My grandmother just forced me to eat this chicken roll fullofcaloriesandcarbohydrates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GRR. I feel so helpless now. I've been sneezing away so much this morning. I don't think Vicki vaccumed the carpet enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm talking to Suriya effin McClymont. She went to bloody Paris.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways. I'm kinda not looking forward to school. New school, new environment I guess. Like I'm not used to being in a school with boys, but I hope I get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paigge got a plaster on her right arm, the poor dear, and she's painting it black and I have to help her decorate it with pink puff paint! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't sleep last night cos I drank Fanta and kinda went a little crazy. I know I shouldn't be drinking it cos *poke thighs* I'm fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I haven't had soft drink in about 5 months and gosh, craving for one is crazy. I've tried ways to like drink more water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like drinking those flavoured ones and so far they've helped quite a bit, especially when I have to take my medications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; try the Kiwi flavoured Pump water. It tastes SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways. Been feeling pretty bloated these past few days, so I don't feel like eating. Which I hope isn't going to be bad... cos I wanna be better. I don't wanna rely on medication my whole friggin' life. Like my mom's mother ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm going to become like her. Better change my life for the better before I grow oldy like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But whatever. On Saturday, my mom and Juzzy went to the post office and on the way they went to Video Ezy to go borrow some videos and I'm in LOVELOVELOVE &amp;hearts; with Mad Hot Ballroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love it. I love it. I can't stop seeing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohmaigosh. Wilson Castillo is one sexy dancer. With Elsamelys. They are HOT RUMBA dancers. And I just can't seem to find the damn video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;((OOOH! Supernatural is on tonight at half-past eight!!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/WilsonCastillo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at his pretty pretty eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/424731084.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wilson and Elsamelys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to watch that movie again! (: I love it. Go borrow it or buy it or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And!! I cannot believe myself. I missed SYTYCD ))): I'm going to catch it on Youtube. LTRS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116883143515741830?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116883143515741830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116883143515741830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116883143515741830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116883143515741830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-grandmother-just-forced-me-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116858920097677029</id><published>2007-01-12T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:06:40.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the reason why Mark Kelly is cool. He is cool. Mark Kelly you are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;You shower quick.&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf lol&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;i was there ages&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;No shit&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;I take 45 minutes to shower.&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;i had to get all the dirt out of my skin&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;That's the longest I've been in there.&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;and i found out it was a TAN lol&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;LAWL&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;HOMGZ&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;i was like scrubbing it&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;Good lord.&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;wit those hard thingys&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;Loofah?&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;That was gold&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;its like a net material&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;as the n a u s e a grips me says:&lt;br /&gt;You made my day Mark Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;- Marky BOY -HARDCORE TILL I DIE says:&lt;br /&gt;i washed off all the bubbles and had a COLD SHOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMGZ. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I love you boy! You never fail to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehehehehhehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116858920097677029?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116858920097677029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116858920097677029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116858920097677029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116858920097677029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-reason-why-mark-kelly-is-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116841950764523556</id><published>2007-01-10T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:58:27.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am announcing that I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAT AND UGLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 1.67 m&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 111 lbs/50 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty kilograms is a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty kilograms is obesity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 kilograms is perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to hit perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116841950764523556?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116841950764523556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116841950764523556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116841950764523556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116841950764523556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-announcing-that-i-am-fat-and-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116841731847672676</id><published>2007-01-10T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:24:17.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm starting to hate them tagboards/cBoxes/Haloscans, whatever they are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not very private is it? I mean when you don't want people you're talking about them. Like its there for the whole world to read it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geeeeez. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHLOE BESTIE4LIFE GIRL! Hahaha, thank for letting me rant. And telling me how your precious lover is going to be absolutely "mute". Don't worry about him! YOU KNOW HE GOES BACK TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Declan's like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahahahahaha. And have more fun watching your FooFighter's DVD with him yeahh? *Wiggles eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NAH I'M JKING. You two are together forever. Chloe+Declan=&amp;hearts; forever!&lt;/BIG&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you long timeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL SEE YOU BEFORE YOU LEAVE FOR KINCOPPAAAAALLLLLL RB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll miss you loads ))))':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116841731847672676?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116841731847672676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116841731847672676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116841731847672676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116841731847672676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-starting-to-hate-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116808293314290366</id><published>2007-01-06T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T03:28:53.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to wonder if I was happier when I was fatter. Like not caring how people would look at me and just eat happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would've died earlier from cardiovascular disease and become all diabetic and asthmatic and overweight (obesity) that would've stopped me from doing all the fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've joined Biggest Loser and become all fit. Instead of actually literally becoming so obsessed with losing weight and edging on actually becoming bulimc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SDKJFBSIUKFBWEUOFBQ- Stupid image. STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Denim Blue by Melody Carson. She's a really good author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Word Bookstore today at Sutho, and got my Joyce Meyer book... (OKAY I AM EMOTIONALLY AND MENTALLY UNSTABLE. Now you all know OKAYTHNXCARRYON) Its supposed to help me stabalise my panic attacks and BLABLABLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it does help. I need it to help me get my life back again. Nowadays, I know like I seem happy and all but like, at night, I start getting nervous for no reason. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M fine after I start walking around and talking to Vicki. Thank God she's there. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO. Shopbop.com is really good. I found all these things I wantttt! But oh man. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I HAVE TO LOSE WEIGHTTTT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; How I wish I can feel good about myself and ACTUALLY LOOK GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like flat tummy. Lip sticky outy hip bones, slender arms and TOTALLY LEAN PINS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KSDBFKSAJBFAKJBFAKWJBEAQ. Anyways. What I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you have the tops! I want knit dresses. They really hide the flab off your tummy. BUTBUTBUT, you kinda have to work out for the leggy bits. So there are pros and cons to these tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the other kinds of tops, like cardigans and hoodies and mostly jackets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS18.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS16.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS17.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you get the bottoms. (You see the model's tummys. HOMGZ I WANTZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRACKIE DACKS!(Totally fashionable!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this one goes with the jacket as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, you can't forget the jammies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks better on her. BODYJAM HERE I COME TO WORK OUT AND BECOME LIKE HER. JKNSKJBDAKJBDA. I hate my body right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, who can't forget about the shoes??&lt;br /&gt;The awesomeriffic flats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get the boooootz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYSWANTS12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fluffy slipperzzz: (They look comfy already...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS15.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the skyhigh pumps!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS14.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN YOU GET THE ACCESSORIESSSSSS: (Bags first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMWANTS20.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS19.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS21.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWELRY!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS22.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS23.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS24.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly. The impossible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/TAMMYWANTS25.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. LOSING WEIGHT/BODYJAM HERE I COME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116808293314290366?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116808293314290366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116808293314290366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116808293314290366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116808293314290366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-beginning-to-wonder-if-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116791354133862411</id><published>2007-01-04T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:25:45.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school: CHIJ (Bukit Timah)&lt;br /&gt;High school: OLMC! Going to De La Salle Cronulla- SENIOR HIGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite fruit: Mangoes, Cherries, Strawberries, Watermelon, Kiwi fruit, Nectarines... I eat a lot of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite season: Spring&lt;br /&gt;Like someone: Yeeeaaaaap&lt;br /&gt;Want more piercings: Hips!&lt;br /&gt;Want a tattoo: On my back and on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person talked to/texted on the phone?: CY&lt;br /&gt;Blue or red?: Red&lt;br /&gt;Spring or Fall?: Spring. But I LOVE fall as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random stuff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak a different language? Yeppers&lt;br /&gt;How old do you act?: Despite my age, I really act as if I'm 10.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets?: But she's in S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;Mood?: Bored, the whole point in doing this. Der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The W's Questions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whos in the room with you?: No one.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate? Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank? Pepsi!&lt;br /&gt;What color pants are you wearing?: Turqoise&lt;br /&gt;What is the closest item near you that is blue? Mouse pad&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing on your feet?: Sylvester Slippers&lt;br /&gt;What instant messaging service do you use?: MSN&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear more, jeans or shorts?: Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you sleep?: On the floor with a straw mat. DER FRED, a bed.&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt you are wearing: It comes from Kmart. COS ITS COOL PJ'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Which is Better With a boy/girl?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: Eyes. Lips wouldn't hurt I guess.&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or Kisses: Kisses and cuddles&lt;br /&gt;070. Short or Tall: Taller than me&lt;br /&gt;071. Easygoing or serious: Both balanced.&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous: Both balanced.&lt;br /&gt;073. Muscular or Skinny: Lean.&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationships: Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;076. Sweet or Nice: Both balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a Stranger: No.&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles? Yesyesyes&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts? Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;083. Got an X-ray? Yeppers.&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken Someones Heart?: Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken?: Yeppers.&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried When Someone Died: .... NOFRIGGINWAY. I'm so not emotional. That's why I cried watching King Kong.&lt;br /&gt;088. Cried At School and why?: Yeah. Don't remember but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you believe in&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. God: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;092. Ghosts: Spirits.&lt;br /&gt;093. Aliens: No. ET PHONE MARS.&lt;br /&gt;094. Magic: HARRY POTTER FOR THE WINNNN!&lt;br /&gt;095. Heaven: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;096. Hell: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;098. Kissing on The First Date: No.&lt;br /&gt;099. horoscopes? No.&lt;br /&gt;100. Santa? Ho Ho Fcuking Ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116791354133862411?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116791354133862411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116791354133862411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116791354133862411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116791354133862411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-primary-school-chij-bukit-timah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116772607024607222</id><published>2007-01-02T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:21:10.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/998352/eb569fa9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/871234/eb569fa9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vicki and I. D'AWWWW. I didn't realize we took those photos... O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/847055/eb56a055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/4068/eb56a055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justina's 10th birthday. (&lt;u&gt;LEFT TO RIGHT&lt;/u&gt;: Jofid, Vicki, Allister, Charlene. &lt;u&gt;Behind&lt;/u&gt;: Jordan, Joseph and Ainsley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/934942/eb569feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/932993/eb569feb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Vicki and Juzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/194767/eb56a09d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/752870/eb56a09d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK CLOSELY. ALLISTER HAS A WANGWANG STICKER ON POOH'S HEAD. AND JOJO'S GOT TWO OH ELMO'S NOSE. THEY MUST HAVE CONSPIRED TO DO SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/1600/280309/NIPPON%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/156094/NIPPON%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JAPAN FOR THE WIN. NIPPON TENSAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MOVIES YOU COULD WATCHOVER AND OVER:&lt;br /&gt;1. Honey&lt;br /&gt;2. Jeepers Creepers 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;3. The Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;2. Rove [Live]&lt;br /&gt;3. Sport- AFL, Soccer, Tennis, Cricket, NRL, Swimming, Volleyball... blablablaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCHOOLS YOU'VE ATTENDED:&lt;br /&gt;1. CHIJ (Bukit Timah)&lt;br /&gt;2. STC- Saint Theresa's Convent&lt;br /&gt;3. Our Lady of Mercy College Burraneer&lt;br /&gt;+4. De La Salle Cronulla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW(realistically):&lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2. Japan&lt;br /&gt;3. Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. ... Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DID YESTERDAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. SMS&lt;br /&gt;3. Whinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FRIENDS WHOM YOU WANNA CALL:&lt;br /&gt;1. CY&lt;br /&gt;2. 1990s&lt;br /&gt;3. 1990s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THING YOU GONNA DO TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Work&lt;br /&gt;3. Starve/whinge/shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to send the 1990s letter along with Joseph's and Grace's too. I miss you guys waaaaaay too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIGGIN OVERLOAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116772607024607222?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116772607024607222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116772607024607222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116772607024607222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116772607024607222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2007/01/vicki-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116738470098448870</id><published>2006-12-29T00:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:31:40.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rarh, I have not posted properly. I've been ranting a lot, guess I'm so bored out of my mind I can't even post properly [-______-;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up, decided to go somewhere for lunch. So we went to Ashfield, and literally no shops were open, cos it was Christmas day-all that jazz whatever, so we then drove down to Strathfield, and then at some Korean shop I called Joseph's celly, and spoke to everyone. (Everyone was staring at Vicki and I cos we were like screaming into the phone -.- and all these uuber cute Korean and Jap guys were staring. Oh man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, do I miss you kids. I didn't manage to speak to some other people though! Don't worry, will call on New Years! (: If you're at church... I hope. New Year's Eve? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on Boxing Day went to Eastgardens to watch Happy Feet! (And embarassingly I said Muffles instead of Mumble. WHATEVER. Vicki's not going to let this down -.-) That movie is cutexcore. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec765.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back and Vicki walking off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec684.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with the trolley. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec614.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us RIDING the trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec713.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me TRYING to move the trolley but failed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec45e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also, TRYING, but failed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy IS evil. I agree Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec331.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec7cc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUNNINNNNNG! RUNNNIINNNNG!/ AND I SEE THE LIGHT, SURROUNDING YOUUUUU- Evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec38a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am right. He is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec40b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posuer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec5a9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny! (: And her morning excercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec4c6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Uh. I know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing. Except walk with Vicki to Uncle Mario's place to water his plants. Oh the things we would do for cash. Anyways, when I was watering his plants, I had the worst headache and I kept feeling giddy so I was so happy when I got out of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessi and Angela's room is cool. Big bed's! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went golfing with Daddy, Uncle Tong and Auntie Lye Kueen. I suck at golf. I managed to only hit til 50 )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have blisters. But not as bad as Vicki's. She's got bubbles. Echk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got a new golfing glove! Yay! Next time we can play and not get blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE ALLAH!- Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday!- Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my room out. I am tired. Preparing for all the crap that's going to come from History next year in Year 11. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Big toasty man runs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FROM LAST WEEK! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday, I left church early to prepare for Chloe's party! Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty birthday girl- Chloe D'Souza- McCraaaaaaay! &lt;3&lt;3 Love this girl loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paigge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euw. Don't look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declan, Marcus and Anthony. With Taylor's head. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Chloe's room! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her party, went to Como park for the Agape bbq, which was all right I guess, I felt dirty and wanted to go home but NOOO~ the rentals wouldn't allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went there, and played a lot with that circley thingy. It was fun for a while and then we kinda left it. And after the bbq we went to Uncle Anthony's place for coffee and crappo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout029.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki and Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout034.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee and Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout035.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. On the circley thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULTIMATE JELLY MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Me. I don't like this photo much. Cos of uhm... NIGGER.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout039.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Auntie Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout043.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irit me and Renee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout048.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Barannoying. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, which was Monday:&lt;br /&gt;- Mommy went to collect my SC results, I PASSED! (:&lt;br /&gt;- Took the train down to Town Hall and met Uncle Vincent and Auntie Su Yin! (: YAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout037.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had  brunch at Sky Phoenix restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light had stuff inside O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam with the phone playing a snowboarding game. SHE SMART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and camera-shy Becky! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Okay, so she's not so camera-shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Mommy, Auntie Su Yin and Uncle Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy players from Salvo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout042.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout050.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mousy Mousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout051.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O MOUSY MOUSY FLASHES! GASP TURN YOUR EYES AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout055.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was watching all along. She was actually the one who told me about the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany: "Jie Jie Tammy. That mouse is showing its undies."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *Looks inside showcase* "O.o/o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout049.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mistake along the way. The person playing the recorder the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. THEY WORK TOO HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout057.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot Juzzy and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout058.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two girls chasing birdy's! (: They have the same passion for them as I have for seagulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooooo! =p!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout060.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky has cute fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toong's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout062.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Mary's Cathedral. I had to pay to take pictures -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout074.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the oh-so-fabu-lezzz Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout076.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. SO ARTISTIC. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all I have now. So wait for moreeeeezzzzz. =D=D=D=D=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116738470098448870?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116738470098448870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116738470098448870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116738470098448870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116738470098448870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/rarh-i-have-not-posted-properly_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116738469566915474</id><published>2006-12-29T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:31:35.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rarh, I have not posted properly. I've been ranting a lot, guess I'm so bored out of my mind I can't even post properly [-______-;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up, decided to go somewhere for lunch. So we went to Ashfield, and literally no shops were open, cos it was Christmas day-all that jazz whatever, so we then drove down to Strathfield, and then at some Korean shop I called Joseph's celly, and spoke to everyone. (Everyone was staring at Vicki and I cos we were like screaming into the phone -.- and all these uuber cute Korean and Jap guys were staring. Oh man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, do I miss you kids. I didn't manage to speak to some other people though! Don't worry, will call on New Years! (: If you're at church... I hope. New Year's Eve? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on Boxing Day went to Eastgardens to watch Happy Feet! (And embarassingly I said Muffles instead of Mumble. WHATEVER. Vicki's not going to let this down -.-) That movie is cutexcore. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec765.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back and Vicki walking off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec684.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with the trolley. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec614.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us RIDING the trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec713.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me TRYING to move the trolley but failed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec45e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also, TRYING, but failed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy IS evil. I agree Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec331.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec7cc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUNNINNNNNG! RUNNNIINNNNG!/ AND I SEE THE LIGHT, SURROUNDING YOUUUUU- Evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec38a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am right. He is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec40b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posuer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec5a9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny! (: And her morning excercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/eb6ec4c6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Uh. I know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing. Except walk with Vicki to Uncle Mario's place to water his plants. Oh the things we would do for cash. Anyways, when I was watering his plants, I had the worst headache and I kept feeling giddy so I was so happy when I got out of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessi and Angela's room is cool. Big bed's! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went golfing with Daddy, Uncle Tong and Auntie Lye Kueen. I suck at golf. I managed to only hit til 50 )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have blisters. But not as bad as Vicki's. She's got bubbles. Echk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got a new golfing glove! Yay! Next time we can play and not get blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE ALLAH!- Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday!- Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my room out. I am tired. Preparing for all the crap that's going to come from History next year in Year 11. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Big toasty man runs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FROM LAST WEEK! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday, I left church early to prepare for Chloe's party! Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty birthday girl- Chloe D'Souza- McCraaaaaaay! &lt;3&lt;3 Love this girl loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paigge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euw. Don't look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Declan, Marcus and Anthony. With Taylor's head. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Chloe's room! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her party, went to Como park for the Agape bbq, which was all right I guess, I felt dirty and wanted to go home but NOOO~ the rentals wouldn't allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went there, and played a lot with that circley thingy. It was fun for a while and then we kinda left it. And after the bbq we went to Uncle Anthony's place for coffee and crappo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout029.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki and Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout034.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee and Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout035.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. On the circley thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULTIMATE JELLY MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Me. I don't like this photo much. Cos of uhm... NIGGER.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout039.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Auntie Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout043.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irit me and Renee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout048.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Barannoying. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, which was Monday:&lt;br /&gt;- Mommy went to collect my SC results, I PASSED! (:&lt;br /&gt;- Took the train down to Town Hall and met Uncle Vincent and Auntie Su Yin! (: YAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout037.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had  brunch at Sky Phoenix restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light had stuff inside O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam with the phone playing a snowboarding game. SHE SMART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and camera-shy Becky! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout030.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Okay, so she's not so camera-shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Mommy, Auntie Su Yin and Uncle Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy players from Salvo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout042.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout050.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mousy Mousy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout051.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O MOUSY MOUSY FLASHES! GASP TURN YOUR EYES AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout055.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was watching all along. She was actually the one who told me about the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany: "Jie Jie Tammy. That mouse is showing its undies."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *Looks inside showcase* "O.o/o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout049.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mistake along the way. The person playing the recorder the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. THEY WORK TOO HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout057.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot Juzzy and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout058.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two girls chasing birdy's! (: They have the same passion for them as I have for seagulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooooo! =p!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout060.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky has cute fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toong's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout062.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Mary's Cathedral. I had to pay to take pictures -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout074.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the oh-so-fabu-lezzz Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/OutandAbout076.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. SO ARTISTIC. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all I have now. So wait for moreeeeezzzzz. =D=D=D=D=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116738469566915474?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116738469566915474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116738469566915474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116738469566915474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116738469566915474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/rarh-i-have-not-posted-properly.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116737919453090126</id><published>2006-12-28T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:59:54.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! I AM GETTING A NEW TEMPLATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. THE JOYS AND WORRIES OF. NOT GETTING THE RIGHT TEMPLATE IS GONNNNNNNNE :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a LJ too. But I can't seem to control it the way I contrl blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[.___________________.;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Will blog with the new template! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116737919453090126?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116737919453090126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116737919453090126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116737919453090126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116737919453090126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/yay-i-am-getting-new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116678519495960120</id><published>2006-12-22T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:59:54.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the friggin' hell is wrong with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see that &gt; side of the template. THE MAKER OR WHATEVER OF THIS SKIN BETTER MAKE IT BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a foul mood. I did not do anything. I just told her what you told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL. I DID. NOT. SAY. ANYTHING. ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not sour your relationship with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything. Except pass on your message to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell me that I did any of that. And you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you think I give a fucking SHIT about what you're saying. Because you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you telling me, that I always screw everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116678519495960120?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116678519495960120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116678519495960120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116678519495960120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116678519495960120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-friggin-hell-is-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116678321885908981</id><published>2006-12-22T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:26:58.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really. Sick of this skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116678321885908981?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116678321885908981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116678321885908981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116678321885908981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116678321885908981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116583362597482655</id><published>2006-12-11T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:40:25.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/921338/AAHH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/87287/AAHH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Yes, we screamed. And ran away from the birdy's.&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/x/blogger/1174/441/640/188802/EEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/363961/EEE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Show me the teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/926267/PREE%20PRAMMYS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/312861/PREE%20PRAMMYS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Crazy picture. Year...7? Or Year 6. Theeeeeeen. Year 8. And Year 10! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so stupid. I had to upload FOUR PHOTO'S AT A TIME. THAT TOOK ME A LONG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRUMPYYYYYYY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116583362597482655?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116583362597482655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116583362597482655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583362597482655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583362597482655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/yes-we-screamed.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116583338565951359</id><published>2006-12-11T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:36:25.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't ask me what I'm doing. Brooke, Emma, Chanel, Paigge and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/18717/PERMO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/653602/PERMO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/152937/D%27AWWW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/693106/D%27AWWW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  BIG HUG! This was the day before the formal. We had a Harbour Cruise, which was pretty much like a ferry instead of a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Liz, Emma, Paigge and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/570718/Worripawp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/136467/Worripawp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  LOLLIPOP! Paigge and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/399654/AAH%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/231726/AAH%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is our bird story. We started chucking chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ducked away. Annnnnnnd then.... ((next picture))&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116583338565951359?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116583338565951359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116583338565951359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583338565951359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583338565951359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-ask-me-what-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116583319690686826</id><published>2006-12-11T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:33:16.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alice and I, on the dance floor and Tegan took my camera and took this photo. We were dancing... HARD.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/609892/Formal%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/49426/Formal%20038.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/397577/Formal%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/971511/Formal%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alicia and Mark! (: This picture is SO DAMN CUTE. Mark is nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/551210/Mickey%20and%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/629030/Mickey%20and%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Mikayla and I. I have no idea where she's looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/456232/I%27m%20Not%20Looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/546336/I%27m%20Not%20Looking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Poseposepose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116583319690686826?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116583319690686826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116583319690686826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583319690686826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583319690686826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/alice-and-i-on-dance-floor-and-tegan.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116583291443304442</id><published>2006-12-11T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:28:34.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAMARA AND I! WE'RE THE COOL TIM TAMS CH'YAWL.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/739424/Formal%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/953328/Formal%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/896733/Formal%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/571926/Formal%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Ashley and I. (: Work Experience buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/408018/Formal%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/921153/Formal%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Aw dang! We all love a big smile. Lizzy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/851011/Formal%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/424934/Formal%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Yeah nigga'! Sam Thomas and I.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116583291443304442?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116583291443304442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116583291443304442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583291443304442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583291443304442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/tamara-and-i-were-cool-tim-tams-chyawl.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116583270144300308</id><published>2006-12-11T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:25:01.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/698801/Formal%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/570037/Formal%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Julia and I. And Chanel trying to make it into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/798227/Formal%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/300966/Formal%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Daniela and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/592214/Formal%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/501486/Formal%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Alice and I. Gangsta FO SHIZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/922763/Formal%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/329433/Formal%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Tammy and Amelia! And Alice's nose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116583270144300308?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116583270144300308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116583270144300308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583270144300308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583270144300308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/julia-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116583249103868519</id><published>2006-12-11T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:21:31.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/487294/Formal%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/639514/Formal%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Aly Kandy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/579237/Formal%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/845722/Formal%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Tiggypop and I. (Tegan and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/715936/Formal%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/864585/Formal%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Asians. Stephii and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/254446/Formal%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/401428/Formal%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Group!&lt;br /&gt;L-R (Back row): Jess, Megan, Chanel, Me, Someone I can't see, Alpa, Tegan and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R (front row): Paigge, Mikayla, Amelia, Alice and Rebekah&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116583249103868519?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116583249103868519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116583249103868519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583249103868519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583249103868519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/aly-kandy-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116583226101570876</id><published>2006-12-11T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:17:41.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/871420/Formal%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/526622/Formal%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paigge and I on the party bus! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/668351/Formal%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/568343/Formal%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebekah and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/70461/Formal%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/640992/Formal%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Krissy and I and part of Julia's head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116583226101570876?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116583226101570876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116583226101570876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583226101570876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583226101570876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/paigge-and-i-on-party-bus-rebekah-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116583196647612080</id><published>2006-12-11T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:12:46.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/354382/Formal%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/76513/Formal%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Getting ready in the car. Overflowing lard. Eeuw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/337714/Formal%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/821321/Formal%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Poseposepose. L-R: Brooke, Chanel, Emma, Paigge and I. Note- Our heels were sinking into the soft sand/grass patch. It was crazy walking in my heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/91894/Formal%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/638220/Formal%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Group photo! I look likea grandmother! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/640/815834/Formal%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/320/690749/Formal%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  POSEPOSEPOSE. I LOVE MY NAILS. TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THEM!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116583196647612080?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116583196647612080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116583196647612080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583196647612080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583196647612080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/getting-ready-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116583041573380187</id><published>2006-12-11T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:46:55.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was a post I wrote down yesterday night :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;101206&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm. This is pretty lame considering how I'm writing a blogpost/entry in my science book. Since I was already on the computer and Vicki's on it now (and how she thinks the word GEMO= Goth/Emo label pretty much sucks and sounds oouber lame.) So yep, my time is up. But just before I got off, I was reading some of my REEEEEEEALLY old posts/entires and man... I remembered things I thought I'd never remember, and it was just by READING a few old entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing my old lindo to what I have now is just... pure shock. I'm actually really disgusted at my broken English and how terrible it is just to read it... let alone thinking that I used to speak it! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Snglish. Its unique, but have you ever thought how outsiders would think how crude our accent is? Its just so... appalling. Crazy! And ever since moving to this country.. so many trials and ups and downs have happened and like..., sometimes I even wonder why God puts me through all of it, but I know it happens for a reason I would never get to know. I admit, my faith has backslided SO MUCH over here, since this country is pretty much liberal with &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; everything. Life here hasn't been the same. And it also hasn't been the same ever since I found out I had my thyroid problem. Like, everything just starts dawning upon me, I blame everything on it. I pretend to have panic attacks, and then I start to make myself believe that I have it and eventually, my mind takes over my body and I start freaking out like crazy,and trust me on this, its not very funny. I feel so insecure sometimes I cry over NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't even know the reason why I pretend to have it in the first place, but I'm guessing its paranoria. I stress over SO MUCH SHIT, I'm so cautious about everything I do. I can't explain how it is but it is SO annoying and you can tell its taken a toll on my body. Consistently over the years I've been losing a lot of weight and having more nausea waves, I sometimes I imagine myself in a mental institute, with the madman outfit on in a white soundproof cube box. I freak myself so much, its not a laughing matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I know God makes this happen so I can grow closer to Him. Sometimes its so intense, I wish God would take me away, but then I'll take it back and ask Him to forgive me because I'm here for a reason and I wanna fulfill it. Getting over my paranoria is a hard task and I'm not over it yet. I still fall back and feel insecure and I need people around for me to depend on. I'm still stuffed with 12 pills a day, and still counting down, I have yet another Endocronologist appointment in 5 days... so let's just hope that this works. But putting this aside, this move to Australia has also made me grow close to my family, and see how much capable my parents are in taking care of my sisters and I. Although its very much annoying how they always remind me to take my medication- taking it at the right time and blablabla, I know they mean well and they want me not to suffer anymore. I love my parents so much for making my life way more comfortable than what it can be. My sisters are a bunch of whiny, funny girls, and I've learnt to appreciate them much more. (VICKITAN AND JUZZYPOO). We actually communicate so much mre over here than in Singapore, cos basically over there, its just you and your books, whereas for here, its you, your books and most importantly, your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[HANDWRITING GETS MESSY. ITS 12 SOMETHING IN THE MORNING]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has been supporting me so much all through my crappy/shitty/annoying/whinny times especially when I complain I'm fat- IT IS PARTIALLY TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've always loved me for who I am- no matter how much I weighed. Be it when I was 70 kg, or when I lost a lot of weight (which worried my parents sickcrap like crazy) to 56 kg the very next year, or to where I am now, 49.5 kg. They have been standing strong with me all this time and I love them so much for it. LOVELOVELOVEHEARTSHEARTSHEARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((I think its hailing outside now))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this whole time, God put this life here in Sydney for a purpose, and so far, I hope to accomplish it to make the best I can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not afraid for my Father is with me, with me wherever I go, speaking words of Faith, of Courage and of Love, He's with me wherever I go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And special thanks so SarahTeo and surprisingly, BenKwok. For helping me in your own special way. I LOVE YOU TWO LOAAAAADS&lt;3&lt;3. Have fun at YC and don't do anything I wouldn't do ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is stupid. I can't upload PICTURES. WHAT IS WITH THIS STUPID BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go on phtobucket now. PFFFSJHFGSJHGDA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116583041573380187?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116583041573380187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116583041573380187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583041573380187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116583041573380187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-was-post-i-wrote-down-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116488539671968943</id><published>2006-11-30T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T03:16:36.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a new template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any good ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRRP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Myspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116488539671968943?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116488539671968943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116488539671968943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116488539671968943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116488539671968943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116436583483990425</id><published>2006-11-24T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T02:57:14.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to say this: STOP POSTING BLOGGER BETA FOR ME COS I DO NOT WANT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways. Arghghghghghg, I know I haven't exactly like been blogging about Work Experience heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Julieanne didn't come on Wednesday OR Thursday, and that kinda pretty much SUCKED, cos she was so nice to us; like letting us have longer lunches and more free time and all that. And in my report she said that we could come back anytime we wanted cos so many people needed our help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HELLO BENK, IF YOU'RE READING THIS. TIM TAM THE BAKERMAN SAYS HI! :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Apart from that, I've done heaps in work experience and I actually miss it. Like dressing up and wearing my clothes and being professional and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it. I wanna go back now. I'll go back during Christmas time. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. ZOMG. FUNNIEST DAY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHLEY WILSON=LAUGHTER. Like really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Lee sent Megan, Ashley and I to Park St to get wrapping paper, cos we ran out of them like yesterday, so we needed to finish wrapping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk up to Park St and then we find Dolly and Sandy was like: "Oh yeah, take as much wrapping paper you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its like this massive ROLL and all of us looked at each other like this: "-.-" and it was crazy. So we ended up carrying the whole roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, it looks like super light, BUT. IT. IS. NOT AND WE ALMOST DIED I HAVE PICTURES TO SHOW YOU WHAT WE DID IN THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Megan carried it first, and halfway through Liverpool and Castlereagh St, Ashley and I carried it. But we couldn't stop laughing so it was kinda hard cos my arms were like all limpy and spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo, Megan was like "We need a trolley." AND BOOM, we find one across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was how it ended up. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1174/441/200/536265/BLAH%20008.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See how Megan's so smart? AND YOU KNOW WHAT. SHE HAS MAGICAL SPEAKING POWERS I TELL YOU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First she said, "WE NEED A TROLLEY" and what-do-you-know, a trolley was there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we couldn't stop laughing like crazy, and I ended up like laughing and leaning against a wall to stop we from moving around like some crazy banshee HAHAHAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so we were laughing and YOU KNOW WHAT MEGAN SAID?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was like "MAN IF ONLY WE HAD A CAMERA WITH US HERE TO TAKE THIS PICTURE."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And. I. Had. A. Camera. In. My. Bag. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is magical and she should enroll in Hogwarts. (Megan's from Campbelltown. Come's a long way to work on train!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah so anyways. We wheel the thing into the office and then we set the things down and then we roll the trolley to the outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in the lift, Megan goes "I hope no one finds out what we've been doing. Hope there's like a sign to tell them to go some other way."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we come out of the lift, and there's this sign that says "NO TROLLEYS IN FOYER" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she immediately like lets go of the trolley and it sorta moves itself behind this wall?! I was like O.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Couldn't speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's too magical. Anyways, we take the wrapping paper and start wrapping this whole pile of diaries and whatnot for ACP clients and Fernwood clients and blablablaaaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit, I can't post this other picture. AHHH, I'll use TinyPic. Yeah so we got let off early today, at like, 3.15 or something like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.tinypic.com/4fw34oi.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's Ashly Wilson. The shortie with funny heels that make her trip like crazy. AND YES. WE HAD TO WRAP THAT AMOUNT OF GIFTS AND MORE. AND LIKE DO FUNNY DECORATIONS WITH IT. IT WAS MADDENING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so I made my mom pick me up from Kogarah station. And my blisters are healing well, hope it heals before I go for the formal and wear my new shoes XD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZOMG I HAVE TO SHOW YOU MY FORMAL DRESS IT IS DA BOMB I LOVE IT AND I'M GOING TO WEAR IT SO-VERY-OFTEN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see me mowin', mah front lawn, gotta get me white and nerdehhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/4d6xbgn.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dress. XD Misshop, $109. Shoes, Payless- $49.95. Me? FLAB.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.tinypic.com/34npp3r.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juzzy and I. I'm wearing the dress with the belt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2wh2qlc.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah shut up, I look stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, that's my formal dress. I'm sorta having my hair like. I dunno, back? Or tousled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'M NOT SURE. And. I also need my nails and make up done and booked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I need my cubic ring. XD CRAZY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun and go wild peeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116436583483990425?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116436583483990425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116436583483990425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116436583483990425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116436583483990425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-to-say-this-stop-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.tinypic.com/4fw34oi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17986450.post-116433510495755468</id><published>2006-11-23T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:25:04.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at work right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the DisneyIntern desk. Pretty cool if you ask me. For the past few days its been pretty cool at work, I've enjoyed it heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, JULIEANNE IS BACK! :D I R Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to meet Paigge for lunch in 5, so blogging LTRS.&lt;br /&gt;SRSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116433510495755468?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116433510495755468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116433510495755468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116433510495755468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116433510495755468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-at-work-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116401743243270543</id><published>2006-11-20T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T02:10:32.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Work Experience Day 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the worst day today. I mean, it wasn't even productive. Like work exeperience is all cool and that but WHAT THE FURKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this morning I got up at like 7.00 and then I had to get my hair and make up done by 7.30 am and then I rushed off to Paigge's place so we could board the Kogarah station train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And keep in mind that Mrs. Lembke told us to like, dress up and fully over dress. -.- stupid decision)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the train, it was packed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we arrived, met up with Emy Venn and then I walked down to my work, but I whilst walking down to work I had blisters like on my heels, and it was bleeding down my heel like crazy and I was on the verge of collapsing from my shoe touching MY RAW SKIN and crying out so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran to the chemist and bought a box of band aids and then I piled them on my blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I arrived at work, it was like seeping through so I had to pile on more -.- It was embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I met Julieanne, who took care of me and looks like Sally from Home and Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay random fact, but then we kinda carried on and I got to sit around and read a magazine for at least half an hour and then they assigned us work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got to do the boring stuff and move off to the quieter side of the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to bind some papers into books for Helen and Lee showed me how to do them, so I was stuck in the binding room for about 45 minutes, in which Paul came in half way to do some of his own binding, but I let him go first cos he had like 3 books to do and I had 30 : Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Paul's nice. He smells good too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. And then I finish binding, (and before that I got my key card to swap at the elevators so I can go to whichever level in the Tower) I zapped my card and got back to the office and just literally lazed around and read magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went off to KFC for lunch. And walked back for more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they did labels, but it was all wrong, and by the time Helen realized they were wrong, I had stuck most of them on the envelopes, so I can to rip 'em out -.- Biggest turnoff ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to HANDWRITE the addresses unto the envelopes and then I had to stop halfway and do this delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by then my blisters were hurting beyond anything, my feet were screaming like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I borrowed Julieanne's thongs and I ran around the city trying to find Clarence Street, but I had no idea where that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ashley and I were like running looking like a pair of N00Bs from Mars or something, everyone was like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went back to the office, and we got off early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ashley left to find her mom, and I walked up to Paigge's building to meet up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we met up (in which I was waiting for quite a bit) we started talking like crazy about our jobs. But I could tell we were both like tired like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like mumbling cos I was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the running and delivery and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow about the day. My feet are killing me with all its blisters AND bubble blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURTS LIKE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHSDKJFNSKJFNSKJFNSAJKNAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH &gt;:(!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116401743243270543?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116401743243270543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116401743243270543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116401743243270543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116401743243270543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-work-experience-day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116376428688869311</id><published>2006-11-17T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:51:26.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hell tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sweet Sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my L's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Wait, I mentioned that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to people I &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN &lt;3 WITH GNIA TOH. SEXICAPTAINHxC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116376428688869311?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116376428688869311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116376428688869311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116376428688869311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116376428688869311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-hell-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116272615493533729</id><published>2006-11-05T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T03:29:14.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am on the computer for half an hour in exchange for not going on the computer for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy. But I have decided to devote myself (for the whole week) to study for the School Certificate, although I wouldn't mind not passing, cos I've already been accepted into DLS(Cronulla).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care anyways. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT THE COMPUTER. There really is something wrong with me. ): ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ajkdhakjshdakjsha Dutch Boys are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to themmmmmzzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116272615493533729?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116272615493533729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116272615493533729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116272615493533729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116272615493533729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-on-computer-for-half-hour-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116225819516065235</id><published>2006-10-30T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:29:55.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vicki walked through the gates of Aldi and it went off.&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;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT WAS GOLD.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116225819516065235?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116225819516065235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116225819516065235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116225819516065235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116225819516065235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/vicki-walked-through-gates-of-aldi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116160046266695683</id><published>2006-10-23T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T02:35:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM : Tammy Tan Hui'En POOBUMZHO!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: A plane ticket to Singapore and lots and lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: Hashimoto's Thyrotoxicosis!&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: That that certain boy loves me!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: ______&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: Singapore! Bethany and all the people and substances in it, NIKKI! BEA! Bus buddies....!&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: God.&lt;br /&gt;I LISTEN: To awesome music.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: If I could extend my online time longer.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRETED: Not losing enough weight.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: Ya'll know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS: Daze or read.&lt;br /&gt;I SING: For myself.&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: when I watch King Kong. Or some really sad emotional movie.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: Concentrating. Short attention span, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I AM CONFUSED: About Science. I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: MONEY. TO BUY CLOTHES. I NEED TO WIN THE LOTTERY.&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR: Brown.&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHPLACE: Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Her Favourite things :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shampoo - - Pantene!&lt;br /&gt;2. Bags - -Zomg, too many to mention! I have a BOX full of it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shirt - - Favorite shirt? I dunno, all of them!&lt;br /&gt;4. Sweaters - - My black and white one, AND THE BELLA ONE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;5. Shoes - - Flats!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Socks - - My pink with clouds one.&lt;br /&gt;7. Toothpaste - - Colgate! Did I spell that right?&lt;br /&gt;8. Face cleanser -- Simple Life. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;9. Computer - - Acer.&lt;br /&gt;10. Wallet - - Esprit and Pooh Bear!&lt;br /&gt;11. School Bags - - Its the school one. Everyone has the same stupid blue gay bag.&lt;br /&gt;13. accesories - - Oh man, my rings are quintessential.&lt;br /&gt;14. Watch - - Diva, Swatch! (:&lt;br /&gt;15. Clock - - That cartoon one from Spain! Uncle David got it for me. &lt;br /&gt;16. Pillow Case/Bed sheet - -Some mouse thing, and some Ikea spreads and my quilt cover is the one I did for the school project (Emily the Strange)&lt;br /&gt;17. Furnitures - - My bed, its my hero.&lt;br /&gt;18. Cups - - My Tigga one! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;19. Magazines - - Bazaar, Vogue, Teen People, Elle Girl.&lt;br /&gt;20. Dream Car - - Ahhhsjfhskjfhskhdfs! Mini Coop.&lt;br /&gt;21. Chocolate - - Ferrero Rocher. Lindt.&lt;br /&gt;22. Candy - - Sticky!&lt;br /&gt;23. Medicine - - Don't even get me started on medicine. I eat 12 pills a day. I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;24. Chips - - Smiths Chicken Chips. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;25. Popcorn - - Butter! Oh no wait, Caramel is good. Kernal's Popcorn is GUUUUD.&lt;br /&gt;27. Motorcyle -- Suzuki! The one in Charlies Angels! The one that Alex (Lucy Liu) has! Its so prettty.&lt;br /&gt;28. camera - - Rarh, so many!&lt;br /&gt;30. Ciggies - - Uuh, can't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;31. Jeans - - My Levi's, but uum, I don't mine Citizen of Humanity orrrr Tsubi orrrrrr them Cotton On ones (:&lt;br /&gt;32. NUMBER (S) = I dunno. 16?&lt;br /&gt;33. DAY = Friday. Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;34. MONTH(s) = Its got to be November baby.&lt;br /&gt;35. DATE(s) = 16TH NOVEMBER. AHEMAHEM. And the 26th as well. (: Its Mitchie's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;36. FOOD = I can hate it for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;37. DRINKS = Well uuh, water is good. But I love Ribena, I don't know what it has in it, but once I get it I'm addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;38. SEASON = WHOO! Spring and Autumn. And some days in Winter (: Warm sun and cool breeze.&lt;br /&gt;39. SPORT = Volleyball pawns all sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YES OR NO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep a diary = I do not trust a diary, due to past experiences. HA.&lt;br /&gt;You like to cook = I'm all right with it. I don't mind, I prefer baking! (:&lt;br /&gt;You have a secret you have not shared with anyone = Oh yeah, totally.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in love = Yesyesyes.&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest person you know = Oh hmm... Lammy! Although she is loveable! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;The loudest Person you know = This has to go to Brooke Campbell! (:&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest Person you know = Everyone's sexy in their own way. Mitchie's Sexy! And so is Tyson! *Wink Wink= LAM*&lt;br /&gt;Your closest friend(s) = Paigge, Chloe, Tegan, Julia, Chanel! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Have a (any) crush(es): OH GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Yesyesyesyes! Young too!&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: I have to be. Forced. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Cry easily: Yeahuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHH, surveys! I should steal more from Nikki. BRB.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name 13 of your classmates that you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 13 people. This is a lot funnier ifyou actually randomly list the names first. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;1. Paigge&lt;br /&gt;2.Chanel&lt;br /&gt;3. Alicia&lt;br /&gt;4. Chloe&lt;br /&gt;5. Katherine&lt;br /&gt;6. Liz. H&lt;br /&gt;7. Brooke&lt;br /&gt;8. Emma&lt;br /&gt;9. Tegan I&lt;br /&gt;10. Rebekah&lt;br /&gt;11. Mikayla&lt;br /&gt;12. Megan&lt;br /&gt;13. Ashleigh Cluss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10?-  Year 8 yo! She was one of the new people in the school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 1?- Damn, I have no idea! I dunno, I wouldn't be the same. Wouldn't be talking to her about fashion and textiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated?- LIZ.H AND CHANEL?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?- I think so, but very briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 10 is cute?- (Cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 8?- Late Year 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number 12?- I'll leave her to her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's Favorite color?-  Uuuhh, black. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 5 confessed he/she loved you?- SHE DOES LOVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact about 9- She's got bolts in her mouth. Retractor stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 going out with?- Well, I'll not disclose information here. But all I can say is that SHE'S GOOD WITH HER MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is number 5 to you?- Oh man, she makes me laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 13?- No way! Not in a bad way though, she sings way too much and at very random times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 single?- Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 7 live?- Cronulla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3?- She is so funny, I can talk to her heaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about number 8?- Do you know Emma has such cool hair, she makes every single one of your hair look like it was cut by a blind beggar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about number 11?- I can copy answers off her! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Memory with 2?- Videoing her writing Chinese. It was so funny. ANDANDAND laughing a lot with her! I'm looking forward to that Halloween Party she's having! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! TIME OUT. Its dinn dinn calling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116160046266695683?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116160046266695683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116160046266695683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116160046266695683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116160046266695683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-tammy-tan-huien-poobumzho-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116157058198357021</id><published>2006-10-22T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:29:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In school, in English (Period 4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Natty, I did update, but that was because I was bored. I blog when I'm bored, it takes time away. Right now, I finished with my work so I'm online-ish, without that teacher noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a werid smell around her, don't like smelling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Myspace calls. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116157058198357021?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116157058198357021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116157058198357021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116157058198357021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116157058198357021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-school-in-english-period-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116130288802038720</id><published>2006-10-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:08:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phwoar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamboos is back again, but this time, in school! I am pretending to be doing a science revision thing, WHEN I'M NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pretty darn sneaky! Myspace is pretty poobumz, so I'm not on it right now. All I have to do now is to pretend as if I'm doing my work and look out if the teacher's coming. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je Bent Schattig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anneliese Kalwy is a scientist in disguise, she doesn't look like a scientist, BUT IN FACT SHE'S SO SMART I COPY HER ANSWERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allanah (A-double L-A-N-A-H) Deards is one cool chic, she's my camera model. I take her doing stupid and silly things all the time. &lt;strong&gt;SNAP, YOU'RE ON CANDID CAMERA.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in the library, and this is how we're sitting. Its like a conference table, just with computers around the conference table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Ashlee Meades, Brittany Lotter, Mimi Beatrice, Marissa Tellis, Samantha Bouffler, Sarah Howles, Allanah Deards, Anneliese Kalwy, &lt;strong&gt;TAMMY TAN&lt;/strong&gt;, Elizabeth Hardy and Katherine Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the other side of the table is kids from Year 8. Or Year 9, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, Mrs. Overton an Mrs. Remedious are inside he teacher's room, with Mrs. Ramsay asking for some English paper, and I'm to sneeze... *A-CHOO* Okay done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allanah and Anneliese are like discussing things I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALLANAH&lt;/strong&gt; is one chic, you'll love to hate and love. She's so loveable, you can't help but love this bubbly girl! Who plays drums by the way, she's mean on the drums, you have to hear her. SHE'S AWESOME, SHE EVEN NAMED THIS BEAT AFTER MEEEEE. Anyways, she's so smart as well, she can like sew a dress from pieces of material (like WTFZ?!) and like be good in Science. I LOVE YOU ALLANAH. JE BENT MOOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, I don't wanna do this activity. The recess bell is going to ring! In about... 7 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be off. CIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je bent schattig, have droom zacht. Ik hou van je Joy. Ik hou van je heel veel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116130288802038720?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116130288802038720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116130288802038720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116130288802038720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116130288802038720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/phwoar.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116125226581024058</id><published>2006-10-19T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T03:04:25.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE DUTCH TEACHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PAWN YOU PEOPLE. I AM ON A HIGHER LVL THAN ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je bent schattig Joy! Mwuaaaahhhh! &lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116125226581024058?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116125226581024058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116125226581024058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116125226581024058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116125226581024058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-dutch-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116099446531311362</id><published>2006-10-16T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T03:27:45.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chyeeeah, so I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school: I'm still on holiday mode. Don't particularly feel like doing anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know I had a CAS assignment due today, but meh, I don't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TURNING INTO A REBELL YOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Touzell is funny shit. Emoness to the max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116099446531311362?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116099446531311362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116099446531311362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116099446531311362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116099446531311362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/chyeeeah-so-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-116082341629225493</id><published>2006-10-14T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T03:56:56.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, I always contradict myself. Saying people's blogs are dead when mine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm talking to Joy now, he's my adorable hug buddy, and I love him to chobits and atoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the darling-est thing I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU JOY. IK HOU VAN JE HEEL VEEL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-116082341629225493?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/116082341629225493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=116082341629225493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116082341629225493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/116082341629225493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah-i-always-contradict-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115996067601988441</id><published>2006-10-04T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T04:17:56.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Sarah. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;ANDREA- Omg, how long has it been since we last talked! I wanna talk to you again! I missed you so muchhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115996067601988441?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115996067601988441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115996067601988441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115996067601988441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115996067601988441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-sarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115992478643089406</id><published>2006-10-03T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:19:46.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Granny and Gogo left yesterday, felt sad, but they're coming back here, so I'm glad! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope they get my Nathan Hartono CD, I really want it. Maaaan, that guy can make a girl swoon, if only he was in Independent, that'd make my day, for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHSJFKJFH, Mitchie says he's making me a video but I don't see it anywhere, I guess I wait til tomorrow. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf. Anyways, I had a good chat with him last night, ahahah, I had to leave halfway cos my mom came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not doing anything today. Cos I'm always bored shitless. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115992478643089406?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115992478643089406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115992478643089406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115992478643089406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115992478643089406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/granny-and-gogo-left-yesterday-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115969017700980081</id><published>2006-10-01T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:09:37.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Errrrh, itenary changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (Labor Day) might go formal dress shopping with my mother. ARGHHH, dress! DRESS!.....STUPID DRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will take photo's of the dresses I like. Kay? Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a sleepover and a movie marathon and pizza matches. Athletico de Madrid ain't winning any matches yet. I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): I want the Fifa World Cup to come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115969017700980081?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115969017700980081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115969017700980081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115969017700980081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115969017700980081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/10/errrrh-itenary-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115951989058520931</id><published>2006-09-29T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:51:30.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tammy's Itenary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow- Movie with Chanel, Aly and I. Step Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- CITYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115951989058520931?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115951989058520931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115951989058520931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115951989058520931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115951989058520931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/09/tammys-itenary-tomorrow-movie-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115949890172666229</id><published>2006-09-28T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:01:41.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. I haven't been on this thing since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's tagging. I might delete this thing soon and get xanga orrrr something. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my holidays now, so I need something to do! I shall go find a job orrrr, sew a dress or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115949890172666229?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115949890172666229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115949890172666229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115949890172666229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115949890172666229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115882934628583985</id><published>2006-09-21T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:02:26.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH, Go to &lt;a href="http://rouge-x.blogspot.com"&gt;Vicki's &lt;/a&gt;blog and check out the camwhored pictures we took today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired now, I wanna go sleeeeep, buuut, I'm going home to watch NARNIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compose my piece of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog deserves more postings. I'll post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115882934628583985?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115882934628583985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115882934628583985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115882934628583985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115882934628583985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahh-go-to-vickis-blog-and-check-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115871585486898360</id><published>2006-09-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:30:54.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, still trying to like, get the hang of this new template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chyeah, kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home, cos I'm a lonered muthaeffa. No, that's cos I'm sick like a DAWG. Coughing fits, hot flushes cos of the stupid fever, blocked/stuffed nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DKJFHSJKFHSJDFBAK, I'm so sick of it dude. Like, last night, I couldn't go to bed, mainly from the fact that I COULD NOT BREATHE, so, it wasn't that bad, cos I had Vicks Vapo Rub yo! So, yeah, for the whole night I was rubbing it on, BUT WHAT WAS WORSE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki snoring. I couldn't sleep THANKS TO HER. Thank you Vicki, thank you for, making me feel like a piece of shit NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's online. I wanna talk to Joy and Mitchell. They'd make me feel so much bettter. I miss my Dutch Teacher. Lubberies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik moet gaan. Gotta go watch some TVAYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115871585486898360?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115871585486898360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115871585486898360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115871585486898360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115871585486898360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-still-trying-to-like-get-hang-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115871351498337544</id><published>2006-09-19T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:51:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW TEMPLATEEE COMING UPPP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115871351498337544?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115871351498337544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115871351498337544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115871351498337544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115871351498337544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-templateee-coming-uppp.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115822484211980754</id><published>2006-09-14T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:07:22.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister, yes, Justina. Is in the shower, and she can't hear the main buzzer. SO I CAN'T GET IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115822484211980754?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115822484211980754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115822484211980754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115822484211980754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115822484211980754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-sister-yes-justina.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115813237730962881</id><published>2006-09-13T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:26:17.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whee! I'm back on Blogger. Haven't been updating much-o, have I? I've just been checking my tags and whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been reading all the 1990's blog and most of you seem stressed out till its like death point or something! I know that the school system there is a little shitty, but reeeeeemember always! If you need someone to vent your anger on, you can do it on me. Since I don't like get any homework (well, I do, but waaaay lesser than you guys anyways) so I have the time to hear your problems and frustrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Iw as reading Drusilla's blog like about 5 minutes ago, and it pains me to know that she feels that no one loves her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drusilla babe! Always remember that I love you too! I hope you know that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Its so, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling pretty shit also. But its too personal to be put down here. I've talked to my mom about it and there is a solution to my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so paranoid sometimes, I feel it can kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream of mental institutions, with me in it, white and lonely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one's there to comfort me, I miss my mom, I miss my dad. I don't want to be here anymore. Give me a solution to end all of this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH! I want my mommy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115813237730962881?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115813237730962881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115813237730962881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115813237730962881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115813237730962881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/09/whee-im-back-on-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115597404569351283</id><published>2006-08-19T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:54:05.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s71.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid71.photobucket.com/albums/i131/chanelno5_2006/AgroupOrgylol005.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115597404569351283?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115597404569351283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115597404569351283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115597404569351283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115597404569351283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115564104703211881</id><published>2006-08-15T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:24:07.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some more reasons why I love Myspace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"MitchOne&lt;br /&gt;8/15/2006 3:14 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TAMMY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're so adorable :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And so random :P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ANNNND! Mitchell even posted a bulletin about me. God, he's so adorable! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Date:&lt;br /&gt;Aug 15, 2006 3:54 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Subject&lt;br /&gt;To Tammy Tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I like Tammy's last name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TAMMY TAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eeeey, Babet :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ahh, I love Myspace forever and ever! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115564104703211881?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115564104703211881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115564104703211881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115564104703211881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115564104703211881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-more-reasons-why-i-love-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115562844009418332</id><published>2006-08-15T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:54:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason why I love Myspace so much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What has Tammy Tan done today? Tell me, Tammy! I'm sorry you haven't heard from me for a long time. But I always come back to you :)You're my little Tammy Tan! That's what you are :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I LOVE MITCHELL! [: He's so cute! XD. Ohmaigoodness, and its so cute seeing him and Alyson go '&lt;3' to each other. He's like my big brother, just he's from The Netherlands! [: (Plus! HE'S SO HOT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O LOOKY LOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Mitchell.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lam and Nikki! I KNOW RIGHT?! HE'S SO CUTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115562844009418332?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115562844009418332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115562844009418332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115562844009418332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115562844009418332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/reason-why-i-love-myspace-so-much-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115562153511173808</id><published>2006-08-14T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:58:55.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I R BORED MANXBARBIEDOLLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did... nothing. Except maybe think of Lam Xinni and I, sitting in that certain Thai restaurant at ACS I, looking out for ______*BEEPBEEP* Onguy! XD! And some other hot guys over there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYHOO, TUITION TIME. BETTER GO NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115562153511173808?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115562153511173808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115562153511173808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115562153511173808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115562153511173808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-r-bored-manxbarbiedolls.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115537790329788318</id><published>2006-08-12T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T03:18:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have packed something bulky today. KER-WOW  O.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I have been up and going with my boy-eyeing. No one special today, from the fact that I didn't even touch the car or any vehicle ONCE today, which by the way is a record cos I usually touch the car or a vehicle once everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am getting bored of Myspace, people delete me but people request me to be their friends, so yeah, I want something exciting to happen in this stupid website. I can't believe no matter how boring that site can get I'm still addicted unto it. Its annoying when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssh, I'm going to blog and then scout the television channels for something good to watch. Well, there better be something good to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, I miss Cristiano Ronaldo. He is, oh man, so so so so hot. I have come to the conclusion that I do like soccer players with oh-so-lean bodies and long nice musclesque legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Cristiano.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes the grass look attractive. Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torres shaved his head -_________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/torres1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did he come from this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/Torres.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE AGONY! But he still looks hot as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him! [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115537790329788318?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115537790329788318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115537790329788318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115537790329788318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115537790329788318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-packed-something-bulky-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115527610333400590</id><published>2006-08-10T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:01:43.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from school, feeling a little lethargic and dazed. I think I need a rest, BUUUUT, I can't cos I have to pack. WHYWHYWHYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just clear what's under my bed first. That should be a good start. Oh goodness, I'm typing so slowly! I think I know why. I played like non-stop tennis today. I was just hitting and hitting and hitting. Can't wait till volleyball comes back, then I'll probably be able to type faster than usual. I miss volleyball. Can't wait to draw the team back together again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this time its my mom's turn to bring Justina and I out for dinner. We're going to Thai Bay, I LOVE THAT RESTAURANT. Best dinner and dessert. I love the dessert. Vicki doesn't wanna come cos she thinks she's going to benefit more by staying at home and watching the MTV Movie Awards 2006. Wtfzpeanutbutterbarbiedolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a retard She's missing out on ALL ZE GUUD FUUD. &gt;:o! But meh, her fault, not mine. I just pity her that she's not going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, Tammy needs to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean room/pack at the same time&lt;br /&gt;2. Re-copy the Dr Herbert Vere Evatt sheet/overhead.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cut rest of material out (for summer dress) and then place it on lining. Cut lining out and try figuring the instructions out.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pack again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots to do. Packing and cleaning up take a LOOOOOOOONG time for me. I can't stand packing. I hate moving. I wish I could just get my fricken' PR status and get a stupid house. And then I won't be able to move all that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only time I wanna move around is when I travel around the world, get a stable job and Canada! I so wanna move there! :D! I love that place. Haven't been there but meh. Oh and Japan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Canada and Japan. Australia's a HOLE. I hate this place. Pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gosta go clean now. And shower after that. TENNIS IS FUN YO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115527610333400590?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115527610333400590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115527610333400590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115527610333400590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115527610333400590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-came-back-from-school-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115519234443745380</id><published>2006-08-09T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:45:44.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad's taking me out for dinner- BEAT THAT :D I'm a happy child. I'm also still in my school uniform, which is quite dirrty. I need to shower soon. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrice, Silverstein, AFI, System of a Down, Blink 182, 3 Days Grace, Anberlin, Story of the Year, Matchbook Romance, Hawthorne Heights, Panic! At The Disco AND OF COURSE, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and so is Nirvana are my lifelines right now. If I can't listen to ANY one of them, I think I'll die from lack of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much I love my music? I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Silverstein is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY: &lt;strong&gt;CREDIT TO VICTORIA TAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, she thinks she introduces bands to me. WHEN IN FACT, I WAS THE ONE  THAT INFLUENCED EVERYSINGLETHINGTOHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't introduce her to MCR, she'd still be the round fat chick walking around with her pants right up till her boobs. Pur-lease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, gotta go get readaye. Need to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Science Exam Sheets&lt;br /&gt;2. Log book for the assessment task&lt;br /&gt;3. Cutting out the material for my dress + lining as well.&lt;br /&gt;4. Shower&lt;br /&gt;5. DINNER!&lt;br /&gt;6. Come back and sleep. Till the morning. (Oh and before I sleep, ask mommy and daddy about the English classes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, I guess that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115519234443745380?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115519234443745380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115519234443745380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115519234443745380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115519234443745380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dads-taking-me-out-for-dinner-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115510941381215677</id><published>2006-08-09T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:43:33.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh boo : This skin is like, okay, but I still wanna. I dunno, I can't find a skin that actually suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappo. I should make my own skins next time. ZOMG, I am such a nerd, I borrowed so many books. And I still have the feeling my mom and dad don't want me to become a journalist. Like, they actually thought Justina was going to be a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MORE OF ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness.... I'm doomed if they don't want me to become a journalist. I'm screwed then, cos I have a feeling they want me to become the doctor/lawyer thing. Which doesn't exactly suit me, cos I can't be a lawyer NOR a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos, I don't have my interest in those jobs when I grow up. I want to work in a fashion magazine company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE ANDREA IN THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA. I want to buy that book and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed right at this moment cos I haven't done my Work Experience yet and it was due like a few weeks ago, and procratinator me had to wait till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKSDHFKJSGFKAJGD SCREWEDXCORE. Hawthorne Heights in playing tonight. Boo : I'm not there to celebrate their coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At The Disco is coming October 5th. Tickets for Artreyu are out and people are already buying them. Why can't my mother andfather ALLOW ME TO GO??!?!?! I feel like I'm caged in so much. And they say I'm already so privileged that I can even go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?? I don't even have cash. SOMEONE EMPLOY ME! Cotton On called me! I'll call back tomorrow and answer their questions. I'll be sure I'll have my all answers ready. I really so wanna work for them, they sound like a cool place to work X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free stuff and all. Justina called. WTFZ, SHE DOESN'T NEED TO WORK THERE. She can work at the restaurant all her life since she gets paid so much. I need work OUTSIDE the retaurant. I already told mom that I can't stand the restaurant. She's stealing my chances of getting employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtfz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, I shall go. Destress/vent somewhere else. Maybe Myspace. Since its so addicting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115510941381215677?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115510941381215677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115510941381215677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115510941381215677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115510941381215677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-boo-this-skin-is-like-okay-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115510709705280728</id><published>2006-08-09T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:04:57.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a new skin. And I've gone to get one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[AEST: 4.59 pm; 090806; Wednesday]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115510709705280728?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115510709705280728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115510709705280728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115510709705280728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115510709705280728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-need-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115459419649134825</id><published>2006-08-03T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:36:36.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I have refurbished my blog. Why? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki, yes, I do love you as well. We both love each other cos we love each other! Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shower, I feel dirrty. Eeew. My sister (Justina) is watching Nausicaa: The Valley of Wind...or something like that and my other sister (Victoria) is happily snoring away! HOOHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one that's excercising. With my fingers. Need to shower. I feel dirrty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was talking to Mark on MSN. And seriously, he's one stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go somewhere along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "I'm high."&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "Oh okay."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "I'm high on coke."&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "You do know its illegal right."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "ILLEGAL! ILLEGAL!"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "I meant coke as the drink, not the drug -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Mark: "OH! COCA COLA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, he's so sick in the mind. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I know I said I'd post about the Athletics Carnival, but seriously, I can't give a shit about it actually. Nothing spectacular happened. A lot of Smurfing went on, but meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in dancing class, we learnt like a WHOLE new cheography thang and it seriously wore me out. Speshly with my back all retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in music, I told this joke to Julia and man! We went into a serious laughing fit. I couldn't stop laughing. She is such a wonderful person to be around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE JULIIIIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANEEWAES, go onto Nikki's blog. There's like a picture of Torres and his gf. Its devastating though, although it does prove he's not gay. I'd rather him gay than with a gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if he's gay, he can like be my best friend and we can go shopping together and spend quality time together cos gay people understand women better than other typical men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF, he does have a boyfriend, the boyfriend would know like I'm his best friend whereas if he did have a girlfriend, the girlfriend would be all suspo (suspicious) about me and wouldn't wanna hang with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THE THING WITH GAYS AND GIRLS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, I'm bummed he hasa girlfriend. Too bad I can't speak Spanish or I would've thrashed her out of his arms in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'( So sad. Sosososososo sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115459419649134825?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115459419649134825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115459419649134825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115459419649134825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115459419649134825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow-i-have-refurbished-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115459079823260236</id><published>2006-08-03T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:39:58.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am still worn out. Sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to change my skin and then come back here to post again. CIAONESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115459079823260236?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115459079823260236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115459079823260236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115459079823260236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115459079823260236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-still-worn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115450445505888650</id><published>2006-08-02T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:40:55.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hooha. Okay, that was a random greeting but anyways, it was the Athletics Carnival today! (I'm trying my best to sound and type quirky even though I'm to the point where I can just rest my head anywhere and I'll sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that much fun but I really can't blog right now. My mind isn't concentrating a lot. I'll blog about it later on tonight in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115450445505888650?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115450445505888650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115450445505888650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115450445505888650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115450445505888650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/08/hooha.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115372808668563631</id><published>2006-07-24T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:01:26.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so effin pissed off. MYSPACE ISN'T WORKING. Its like my net life, and without that thing I'm not here at all. I feel so irritated, I tried going on yesterday but the Wireless died on me and NOW BOOM. MYSPACE DIED ON ME AS WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, saw many faces at the De La Salle Cronulla Subject Information thingy. Oh well, I did have my information and now all my subjects are jumbled up. So right now, my choices areeee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 unit Advanced English&lt;br /&gt;2. 2 unit General Math&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 unit Ancient History&lt;br /&gt;4. 2 unit Modern History&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 unit SOR (Studies of Religion)&lt;br /&gt;6. 2 unit Design and Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, everything is just 2 units. Now I have to concentrate so hard on the 4 units of History. Seems a little bleagh but I'll try. Studies of Religion sounds so good and Ms Kieler is like the nicest person/teacher you'd ever have and I might have her for THREE SUBJECTS. [: So I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here eating Jols and waiting for Vicki to vacate the shower. I NEED MYSPACE. MYSPACEMYSPACEMYSPACEMYSPACEXBOXMYSPACEXBOXPS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll go get ready for shower and SEE IF MYSPACE IS WORKING. I HAVE IMPORTANT MESSAGES WAITING FOR ME IN THAT THING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115372808668563631?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115372808668563631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115372808668563631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115372808668563631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115372808668563631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-effin-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115338731551580522</id><published>2006-07-20T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:21:55.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I'm about to post dinner is ready. I'll be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so yeah erm, Chloe asked me to blog about her -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARCISSTIC. LIKE WTFZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI CHLOE. THANK YOU FOR READING MY BLOG AND NOT TAGGING MY BOARD! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115338731551580522?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115338731551580522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115338731551580522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115338731551580522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115338731551580522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-when-im-about-to-post-dinner-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115338495376858486</id><published>2006-07-20T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:56:33.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomgz, am I back or am I back? Hehehehe. Neighbours is on now, and its boring so yes, I am back blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since LAM XINNI (Lam Sydney-more like) was complaining that I don't have pictures of me in it, so somewhere in the post, I will have pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many people right now. I really do miss them dearly. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I might have to wait a while cos Photobucket is always so cheesy and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGZ, FIRST PICTURE!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/bcc4182b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justina and I at the Golf Club waiting for Daddy, Dad and Uncle Dick (I know, shut up about Uncle Dick's name. He's cool cos he can flip his top eyelids off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGZ! SECOND PICTURE!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/KADABOOSH.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. I was scared of the sand dunes. IT WAS SO STEEP ALL RIGHT? Dad had to push me off cos I was screaming so much. MWAHAHA. But I conquered it and on the third time I hurt my wrist. It huuuurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, and did you know that walking up the slope was so terrible? Well, now you know. Its so hard. And terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGZ, THIRD PICTURE!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/KADABOOSH3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our crash site when the Lim's came and crashed with us. Vicki's there peace-ing out like a madman, Joseph, Grace in the maroon shirt and there's my red back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGZ, FOURTH PICTURE!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/KADABOOSH2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawow, you can see me now. Happy Xinni? I'm eating a cookie. Shut up I know I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115338495376858486?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115338495376858486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115338495376858486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115338495376858486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115338495376858486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/07/zomgz-am-i-back-or-am-i-back-hehehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115296808223218953</id><published>2006-07-15T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T05:54:42.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bahahaha, Lam Xinni is random. I'm her "free tour guide". Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything just to get out of the HOUSE! So yeah, I'm linking you Lam Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring you to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Luna Park&lt;br /&gt;2. QVB&lt;br /&gt;3. The Strands&lt;br /&gt;4. The whole of the City&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;6. Anywhere else?&lt;br /&gt;7. Pyrmont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! [: I already have the thing scheduled out! She better be coming! [: Nikki can come as well. I miss my STCians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its 10 50 pm now. And I have to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115296808223218953?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115296808223218953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115296808223218953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115296808223218953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115296808223218953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/07/bahahaha-lam-xinni-is-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115269521367604051</id><published>2006-07-12T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:06:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, they found my camera under my bed. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSHFKJSEF SEFDH ALJSDFJS My dad is going to tell me off. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found this picture, its quite funny actually.Aye, I'm really bored and I've got so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Over the Hedge with Megan today. Got Aly's and Alicia's present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Here's the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/7490015c.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHAHHA, can you see Vicki posing behind? Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/glittersque/159a2d50.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one! What is Vicki doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm tired. Hungry and peed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115269521367604051?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115269521367604051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115269521367604051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115269521367604051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115269521367604051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-yeah-they-found-my-camera-under-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-17986450.post-115233352372167110</id><published>2006-07-07T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:38:43.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABCDEFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from camp. And I have no pictures to post yet, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I might have lost my camera (I said might because erm, I think I left it over at the center.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Erinn has more pictures than I do. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I will blog about what happened. It seriously has impacted my life a whole lot, learning how to witness and become ambassadors for Christ. But hey, unto the blogging first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at around 8-ish, prepared myself and started cleaning the car. Went to LIFE BOOKSTORE to get a new KJV bible, cos it'd be quite hard learning with a NKJV. So, I got the bible and off we went to Uncle Anthony's place. Switched cars (SUV and Mini-Van) and off we went. I bunked into a car with Renee and Auntie Frances alongside with Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept most of the time, played the gameboy when I was awake or was just dazing outside. Reached the place and played a little volleyball with Erinn and Kimi and her little friends (Ebony's friends: Crystal, Katheleen and Judy) And then we went down to the Auditorium for Ice-breaker games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ice-breaker games, took bags outta the car and went into the rooms. I was in Room 7 with Erinn, Vicki was in room 3 with Kimi and Ellen, Ben, Gabriel and Matthias was in Room 4, Renee.N, June and Renee.T was in Room 5 and Paul and Auntie Peck Hong was in Room 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to us were the Too family, so we had to keep quiet cos Emma was in there and I know how she cries A WHOLE LOT, so yeah, had to be extra quiet. Tina and Cheryl were in room 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had evening message and yeah. Went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast, had to wake up early cos we were serving breakfast. Erinn and I were in there, serving away. It was fun! I wanna do it again. So after breakfast, we had morning devotions, was in Discussion Group B with Elder Koh, Tina, Erinn, Kimi, Ellen, Vicki, Gabriel and Matthias. We had so much to pray for it wasn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prayer we had Morning Session 1, learnt a lot from Rev. Das Koshy- he's from Singapore but originally from India. He's a really powerful speaker and yeah, he's actually cool! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt L, Nicole, Bianca and Rob came half-way during the message and yeah, was good to see them there, actually, a lot of people arrived on the second day. Dunno why they didn't come on the first day, but on the second day heaps of people came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, had morning session, and then we had tea-break, group ddiscussions, and then we had lunch. The food there was quite crappy but considering the fact that most camp food sucks, this one was quite all right, but still crappy. The rice we had was like paste. Hahaha, and Jeff was complaining about it. And yeah, we were like the complainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch it was free time to do whatever you wanted, but it rained so most of the activities were canceled. But we went for soccer, and I took lots of photos. And a very special video. I loved that video that I took. IT'S SO FUNNY. Okay, anyways, continuing on, half-way during the game, Matt L sat down and took his shoes off and I was intriguied(I think I spelt that wrong) so I went over and saw him touching his callous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt L: "Hey Tammy, touch this!" *Points to his callous*&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Okay." *Touches his callous on his big toe*"FESTY! ITS SO HARD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I take a picture of him trying to lick his callous. He's so disgusting! But he's funny. Always makes faces with the camera. Oh, and he's got finger toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger toes: When your toes are long and they look like fingers. His second toe is as big as my pinky. How weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, soccer ended and THE WHITES WONNNN! WHOOHOOO! That meant that Erinn's team lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the same routine again, just that they went canoeing and horse-riding. I took pictures, and then went to wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened that day except that Matt. L and his sisters + Rob went back. Matt L overslept and Erinn and I had to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the same things, WENT FLYING FOXXXX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't go cos I wanted to video people and take pictures. Byfar Jeff's was the most funny. He was screaming like a girl. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WE HAVE THE VIDEO. IT IS SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go home. We were sad, and the night before we were "partying" in Room 4. It was boring. Took pictures of Ben, who kindly let us mob him into taking really gay and funny photos. So, thank you Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on Thursday night/ Friday (early) morning, Erinn and I were talking and yeah, got to know lots of things about her. BANANA 1 AND BANANA 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was sad seeing everyone leave. But Erinn made it all better by spraying the alpacca's. BAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, yeah, I know its mean but hey, it was funny, and BY THE WAY, we took a video of it too. Hahaha, I love Erinn, she's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, camp was good, got to know people more and I miss it a lot and I'M SO GOING BACK NEXT YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[: That's all. I'll post pictures when the Center calls me back to see if they found my camera. I hope they did, I'm still praying to God it'll still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Erinn sends me the pictures I'll post some of them up. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17986450-115233352372167110?l=harlequin-romance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/feeds/115233352372167110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17986450&amp;postID=115233352372167110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115233352372167110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17986450/posts/default/115233352372167110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harlequin-romance.blogspot.com/2006/07/abcdefg-i-am-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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>
