<?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-2894070718568874763</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:31:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live life, love life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-4445070690806757116</id><published>2010-09-09T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:43:53.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOSH. i havent written here for SO LONG. cause i have been on tumblr! since no one reads this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I SUCK. I SUCK . I SUCK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, i do. my minds in a mess and so is everything else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EWWWWW,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-4445070690806757116?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4445070690806757116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=4445070690806757116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4445070690806757116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4445070690806757116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2647677224003268287</id><published>2010-04-30T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T06:37:19.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi all , whoever actually reads this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this is my last post... like a lot of other people i have moved to TUMBLR. hmmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont wanna sit on the fence anymore. it makes your butt hurt, real bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;too anyone who reads this blog, i've moved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so move along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderingpleasure.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2647677224003268287?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2647677224003268287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2647677224003268287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2647677224003268287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2647677224003268287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-post.html' title='last post'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7986265073105713952</id><published>2010-04-19T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:01:30.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIATT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i849.photobucket.com/albums/ab59/wendybrune/Sigtag%20Stall/April%202010/samples/Colours_of_spring_by_sadsolitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i849.photobucket.com/albums/ab59/wendybrune/Sigtag%20Stall/April%202010/samples/Colours_of_spring_by_sadsolitude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;out of control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHOPPIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sorry just felt like saying that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;A LIFE WITHOUT LAUGHTER IS A LIFE WASTED;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-7986265073105713952?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-8100591397493509265</id><published>2010-04-15T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:31:14.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd LIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/irinaloveangel/hgfgfgfgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/irinaloveangel/hgfgfgfgf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was a fairytale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;change is good!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;this is such a bimbo post, THIS IS A WARNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahaahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TODAY WAS LIKE OH GOSH COOL MANS! hahahhahahahahha I LOVE YOU GUYS! the ice cream outing was FUNN! haha. tmr is SPORTS DAY!I really hope i dont drop the baton!!!! hahah but i should not worry I AM GOING TO HAVE FUN like YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OOOHHH today i found out what a BOON is!!!... i have alwayss thought.... ummm... it meant like baBOON. he he. but it is GOOD! its like... ummm something good! that is useful to OTHERSS hehe i was called that today like totally YAY! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahahahahahhahaahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sorry guys felt like being a bimb. its fun sometimes, to stick away from all the seriousness and just becoming well.... stupid. hahah. at least they dont have anything to worry about. except maybe how nice their hair looks. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey i have a tumblr! its not exactly my blog cause i dont post everything there(: but : wonderingpleasure.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEHE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-8100591397493509265?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8100591397493509265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=8100591397493509265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8100591397493509265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8100591397493509265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-lie.html' title='I&apos;d LIE'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-5000336847510902540</id><published>2010-04-13T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T04:47:51.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont blame you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some things in my life got me thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;some things i rather not say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we are all hypocrites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i just couldnt stand the way you acted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i realised things i never wanted to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lying seems to make everything perfect but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;somehow it turns things around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dont blame you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;or the person who told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i did go too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i am not the only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;somehow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am the scapegoat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i dont mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just as long as things went back to the way it was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;before all this ever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;some things in life got me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i 've been doing wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so i say my sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just hope you'd understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;some things in life got me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;others can turn into things i dont know anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we're all hypocrites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well thats just the way i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-5000336847510902540?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5000336847510902540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=5000336847510902540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5000336847510902540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5000336847510902540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-and-myself.html' title='me and myself'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7077180636592755021</id><published>2010-04-09T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:31:07.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life, a mysterious word in its own</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;life, a mysterious word on its own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458140078130794930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/S781e4tPEbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P2Wtr89sshg/s200/26205_1414916850862_1170789440_31226217_5061615_n.jpg" /&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nic and i at OLE...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458139847617117474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/S781Rd-ffSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tMolc3HtLII/s200/pics.bmp" /&gt;                                                              &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    scbt, sec2s i love you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;time pasts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;some good;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;some bad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;whatever it is, i just know that you will be there for me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i will be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;OLE friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;thanks guys, you are great, always being there for me. i thank you for our innoncent faces when getting scolded, our sudden bursts of laughter, small gossip that couldnt hurt an ant, the organised work, the funny songs, the great ideas to trick ms sie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;thank you for being my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SCBT sec2s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i love you all! you did great today and although we didnt beat rgs, and although we didnt make it to the top 4 but dont worry, you are the best teammates and friends i could ever have. i love your never-give-up spirit, your frantic dives for the shuttlecock, the excited screams, the tears we shed together, the funny laughter about &lt;em&gt;weird &lt;/em&gt;stuff, the fun sleepovers, the togetherness, your determination, your sportmanships. i am proud to be in such a team. i dont care who lost to, i dont care what other people say, we are the absolute best because we are the closest and best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Thank you for being my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;give me a photograph to hang on my wall;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SUPERSTAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you are the superstars in my life. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;my little prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dear Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;thank you for my friends, there are the best in the world and i love them. Bless them , i thank you for putting them into my life, they have changed me. Thank you Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In Jesus Name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-7077180636592755021?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7077180636592755021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7077180636592755021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7077180636592755021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7077180636592755021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-mysterious-word-in-its-own.html' title='life, a mysterious word in its own'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/S781e4tPEbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P2Wtr89sshg/s72-c/26205_1414916850862_1170789440_31226217_5061615_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-6627687024942870965</id><published>2010-04-08T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:31:40.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTOUCHABLE? NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNTOUCHABLE? NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you may think that you're amazing.&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 may think you're gonna win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but guess what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i dont care what you've been hearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i just know that WE AINT STOPPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCBT CAN AND WILL BEAT RGS. JUST CAUSE WE BELIEVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF GOD IS FOR US, WHO CAN BE AGAINST US?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I AM NOT SITTING ON THE FENCE ABOUT THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-6627687024942870965?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6627687024942870965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=6627687024942870965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6627687024942870965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6627687024942870965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/untouchable-not.html' title='UNTOUCHABLE? NOT.'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-4317609850557703854</id><published>2010-03-28T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:19:40.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this little finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS LITTLE FINGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i647.photobucket.com/albums/uu197/weekendwar/3090shx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hello! today i am going to tell you the story of a little finger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EVERYONE, stick your hand out now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;without using your other hand, try to make your little finger touch the index finger. difficult or IMPOSSIBLE right??? exactly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this little finger need to use or needs the help of the other two fingers in between to reach the index finger.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this little finger pisses me off, real bad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&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/2894070718568874763-4317609850557703854?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4317609850557703854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=4317609850557703854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4317609850557703854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4317609850557703854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-little-finger.html' title='this little finger'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-8234876078096568315</id><published>2010-03-19T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:44:04.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feet on FIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feet on FIRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg63/ayam123/normal_Sport_BWF-07_20070815_148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;badminton. + TRAINING. = feet on FIRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this is an equation worth spreading to the WHOLE WIDE WORLD. HAHA thats lee chong wei (world no. 1) by the way, not that i plan to be him or anything but i think that pic is cool!(: HAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450274877530373106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/S6NEH9Nu-_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/EwYosAohDcs/s200/26323_322749647884_524182884_3490997_3923056_n.jpg" /&gt;SORRY ITS BLURR but that is the AWESOME SCBT!!!!!!!!!!!!! (: HAHAHA love them loads! and today i was running like SHIT all  over the court till my feet were REALLY REALLY HOT like on fire... literally. HAHA. its something called FRICTION. HAHAHAHAH. seriously, we are awesome like CRAZY. hhahha the sec2s just had a sleepover! HAHA ok. i am officially obsessed with badminton and SCBT. HHAAH so what???(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-8234876078096568315?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8234876078096568315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=8234876078096568315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8234876078096568315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8234876078096568315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/feet-on-fire.html' title='feet on FIRE'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/S6NEH9Nu-_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/EwYosAohDcs/s72-c/26323_322749647884_524182884_3490997_3923056_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-4494729422489944032</id><published>2010-03-15T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:06:20.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;a smile that melts a thousand hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rriderlausd.org/blog2/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rriderlausd.org/blog2/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; hey guys! i just came back from a one night holiday in SINGAPORE!!!!!!!! so funn right? hahah lame. anyway, i stayed in Fairmount Singapore(: it was NICE! i feel so damn refreshed after a holidayy! maybe now i am more ready to do homework...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have another blog, a new one, but i cant tell you what it is(: hahah because that is like y JOURNAL. you dont read other peoples journals(: hhaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ohwell, my birthday is coming up real soon! like next thursday! i am SUPER SUPER excited! haha its awesome! man, i am turning 14, but somehow, i still feel that everything is the same as when i was like what, 11?? i am a teenager already! but somehow, oh well, i dont feel that way yet.. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its great to feel relaxed and happy!!!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-4494729422489944032?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4494729422489944032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=4494729422489944032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4494729422489944032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4494729422489944032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-much.html' title='love much?'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7130875714252586630</id><published>2010-03-07T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:17:11.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When times get hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://thumb1.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/06/04/enjoy,life,life,quotes-2e17b6d6fef04570fbe57c27cfe8ddbb_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when times get tough, i'd like to think that we all live life for a purpose and we should live up to that purpose(: why stress over small little things when in true fact, life is here for us to enjoy, to gain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sigh.... i have no time for ANYTHING except studies and badminton ;(. like seriously! i cant find ONE day where i have the time to relax and go out with my friends just because i am either at training, or mugging crazily for my next test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how i wish people would live simply, enjoying SIMPLE things and understand that we do not neccessarily need all this stress that others are putting on us because in the end, it only leads up to a successful career and lots of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what i want when i grow up? i 'd like a warm, loving family, a good steady job, and FREE time for things that i like to pursue, and just have the time to bask in the glow of LIFE as it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That is difficult to do though, especially in our fast-paced, money-minded world, but lets just stop for a while, to smell the roses.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-7130875714252586630?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7130875714252586630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7130875714252586630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7130875714252586630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7130875714252586630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2747418552764458719</id><published>2010-02-21T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T03:10:37.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends are like stars, they light up your night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 431px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lizaklimenko.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/best-of-friends-poster-c10048568.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friends.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SO AWESOME MAN&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 know i realise that i have DAMN alot of GROUPS of friends like all from diff backgrounds and characters. and you know, i think that's th best way to have it(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2SYians: sure, we may be nerds at times but SO WHAT? whats do wrong with that? we still have our fun and our laughter. we still are the greatest of friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SCBT!: AWWW WE ARE AWESOME. gosh, so proud that we are FINALLY BONDED! we went through some tough times, some sad times, MANY happy times, and we come out stronger than ever before! We just have so much fun together! its wonderful to think how people from different lives can come together and just mesh so well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Charis! church!: sure, i dont go there all the time like they do because i have my other church to go to, but i think in a WEIRD but interesting way, we are still great friends! see... we were like childhood friends, growing up together since like what, BABIES? hahhaha ! so i guess that's just the way it should be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People whom i've been in the same class with before: well, we dont really talk much no more except maybe with a simple HELLO. but still, i guess you can still call that friendship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;those i dont really talk to but have before: i still consider us friends, after all, i think we have been chosen to speak to one another, maybe some may change my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PAST best friends: sure, the word 'PAST' pretty much sums it all up. some have changed over the course into people i dont know anymore... some stay the same... some well. hhahaha. Nevertheless, we were still friends and when all the hulabaloo of the 'social classes' in schools end, i'm sure we'll think back on those days and LAUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BEST FRIEND: well, i think 'best' is SO underratted. like seriously! we have so much fun, so much things to talk about that well, we cant stop! we laugh till we drop dead, we cry like... ummm ok we dont really cry HAHHA, we talk till the sun goes down and comes back up again! its definitely going to be a long long long- lasting friendship... I KNOW IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, there are so many other friends but these are the ones i wanna commend and thank. we see each other like EVERY day and you guys light up my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friends are like Shooting stars, they shoot right through your heart(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2747418552764458719?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2747418552764458719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2747418552764458719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2747418552764458719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2747418552764458719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-6187265954140583508</id><published>2010-02-15T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:41:05.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY MOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dressme- makeme-whoyouwannabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sighhhh helo world. i know its the CNY season and everyone should be happy right???? well i dont... not really. i think its cause there is WAYYY too much homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HOLIDAY=HOMEWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so much for freedom. i have like a whole list of things to do but at least i did QUITE a bit! HAHHA see i brag too! (inside joke...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I LIKE THE SONG TERRIFIED! although i havent heard all of it yet... i like the part i heard! HAHHA yea i guess that is called the hook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have this really weird country tune in my head that I THINK i heard from the grammys. it goes like:&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 and me togetherr.... YEA.... YEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahah thats all i know. HAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lame yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sigh i have no more urge to write or update anymore... since so many ppl have come to read it (yes that includes YOU.) hmmmmm.... i think some people are really stupid. like there is such a thing called erasing stuff from your memory NO????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all doors are closed, there has got to be a window open......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-6187265954140583508?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6187265954140583508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=6187265954140583508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6187265954140583508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6187265954140583508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-mood.html' title='CNY MOOD'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7172134857448722842</id><published>2010-02-06T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:04:31.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raleigh.skirt.com/files/u17866/sunshine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://raleigh.skirt.com/files/u17866/sunshine1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You say that you never had a mum&lt;br /&gt;And nobody needs you&lt;br /&gt;So cry, so cry&lt;br /&gt;You believe that life rolls by&lt;br /&gt;Just to deceive you&lt;br /&gt;By your time, by your time&lt;br /&gt;You’re getting old&lt;br /&gt;And the longer you take&lt;br /&gt;The slower your pain will grow&lt;br /&gt;It will grow, it will grow&lt;br /&gt;You can close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And hope that when you open them&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got a brand new life&lt;br /&gt;Friend you'll find, you can’t hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can give your life or you can lose your soul&lt;br /&gt;You can bang your head or you can drown in hole&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever, but you can try&lt;br /&gt;Look around you...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone you see, everyone you know is going to Shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up and make the best of what you’ve got&lt;br /&gt;Of what you’ve got, of what you’ve got&lt;br /&gt;The days are going by and you're sittin’ on your arse&lt;br /&gt;And you’re wondering why, why, why, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we all can shine(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-7172134857448722842?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7172134857448722842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7172134857448722842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7172134857448722842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7172134857448722842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/shine.html' title='SHINE'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-6599709099280579343</id><published>2010-02-05T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:37:17.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS FEB. ALREADY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It aint always i have a lot of work. but I DO. gosh, talk about crumble under pressure. sigh. i guess we have to learn the art of juggling, and BALANCE, a main aspect in art AND everything else. It is difficult but i'll try... TALK ABOUT EYE BAGS... I 'VE GOT LOADS! i wonder, i thought sec 2 life was FUN . well i guess it is... in a weird yet interesting wayy... but hopefully i learn the act in like 1 weeks time or i'm doomed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HEY STALKER. STOP IT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-6599709099280579343?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6599709099280579343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=6599709099280579343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6599709099280579343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6599709099280579343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-feb.html' title='its feb'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-748001288110239798</id><published>2010-01-22T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T05:50:13.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute little girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/BDX/BDX368/cute-little-girl_~bxp65316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/BDX/BDX368/cute-little-girl_~bxp65316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'OH! SO CUTE! birthdays! haha'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THAT. is the response i get for being Birthday I/C and going up to a committee head and telling her to get something for someones birthday.... SIGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;am i still that tiny cute girl with two plaited pony tails with eyes filled with nothing but innocence? I think NOT. gosh, i am 13 going on 14?! and i STILL get THAT!!! who knows?? maybe at 18 i will get pinched in the cheeks and said to: OH MY GOSH! WHAT A CUTIE PIE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sigh. my sisters were analysing me over dinner, WEIRD right? well, i guess they have the right to, they are after all, a LOT older than me... maybe its my way of speaking?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OK. who here thinks i have a vey high-pitched voice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*ALL HANDS RAISED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sigh. REALLY??? hmmm. i cant make my voice go low!!! i just sound like a weird stupid fairy trying to be an ogre, to NO AVAIL. obviously. i have been told MANY times before that ESPECIALLY when i am speaking on the phone, my voice goes exceptionally high, so much so that i sound awkward and like a baby. THANKS. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok. I HAVE GOT TO WORK ON THE FREQUENCY OF MY VOICE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;think OGRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OGRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OGRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-748001288110239798?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/748001288110239798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=748001288110239798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/748001288110239798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/748001288110239798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/cute-little-girl.html' title='cute little girl'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3670583476307282449</id><published>2010-01-18T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:37:52.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;run a little further. run away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/SMP/SMP0010650_P.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so sorry i havent written in a LONG while. piled up with LOADS of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN. RUN. RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;can we do that? can we just run away from life? can we run from the things we need to face? can we run away from our problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN. RUN. RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why did God put all these problems in our lives? all these disasters? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN. RUN. RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;run through the field, past the fences, you will find greener pastures. really??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN. RUN. RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i cant. we cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN. RUN. RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All these things are where they are so that we can learn. we can grow. sound cliched? it is. but its very TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN. RUN. RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;having hard times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT. RUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;face it bravely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3670583476307282449?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3670583476307282449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3670583476307282449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3670583476307282449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3670583476307282449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/run-little-further.html' title=''/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-593053814361823408</id><published>2010-01-10T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T05:30:23.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile... things will be fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smile, things will turn out okay (: *see?? there you go*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hornseysmiles4u.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/.pond/girls-smiling2.jpg.w300h297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hornseysmiles4u.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/.pond/girls-smiling2.jpg.w300h297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a week. a week ago. a week ago i was just that carefree girl on HOLIDAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TODAY. TODAY i am stressed(i should NOT use that word) girl with LOADS of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thanks hey?? hahaa well that first week of school was a killer, no doubt, there was orientation, OLE, HOMEWORK, badminton etc etc etc. sigh. and i got REALLY REALLY stressed out. but you know, trusting God is important... so SMILE cause there aint nothing to it(: (: (: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you know i lost my animal farm book while packing my bag and PANIC. PANIC MAN. i was like trying to find it EVERYWHERE. we prayed and prayed and the next day, i asked my helper and GUESS WHAT. she put it with the BABY BOOKS??!!! hahahha even my dad thought it was a baby book and was like, "Why are you READING THAT??" gosh. for PEOPLE's INFO, its an adult book about POLITICS . GOSH. no offence and all, but its boring. SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i went to eat dinner which i am sorry to say was... hmmm OKAY. hahah. then i had PROBLEMS putting an eye into the Heart for the OLE banner. truthfully, i think its a little weird. sorry R. ahha. NO FINGERS POINTED. sigh i took really really long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok i shall vomit out everything (almost) that i did today. i went to Barker cause of dad's orders... and i got a word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We are a masterpiece of God- yet to be completed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aint that just beautiful??? sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-593053814361823408?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/593053814361823408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=593053814361823408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/593053814361823408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/593053814361823408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/smile-things-will-be-fine.html' title='smile... things will be fine'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7297224845088120113</id><published>2010-01-01T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:43:34.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its 2010! and i have some things i need to psycho myself to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421684605418822930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/Sz2xbF4xXRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l1B9AWntvgI/s200/IMG_0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi guys! HAPPY NEW YEAR! yea, thats just a random picture of me on tv! ok, i am joking. hahah its in korea's KBS world! haha. you know, looking back on 2009, i can say well, i was real successful in terms of studies, badminton but what i really regret is that my socialbility (no such word, i know ) has been real bad. so has my relationship with God. so next year, sure, i definitely want to keep up my work! and badminton! oh must train hard! as for my relationship with GOd, i hope i can trust him more, put my faith in him and love HIM. well then comes being more socialble. i find myself too introverted, like i only talk to the people i am comfortable with. this year, i want to be the first to say HI! yes, even to guys (well, not EVERY one, at least the ones that i know.) hahah yes, and guess what next year, well THIS year, i am only going to ONE church. ONE. no not THREE. ONE--- CHARIS! hhahaa there goes another decision! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my mum is watching this CHristian cd and it is super loud. haha i just heard the lady say, "You are on the operation table and the surgeon is about the start then you jump up...". haha i know that is totally random but how does that have to do with... OH WELL. haha i am so so glad that i am finally getting down to my work! i have loads of things to balance this year... HMMM lets see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Studies- its streaming year. WHOO HOO. and i need to go to triple science. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Badminton- LOVE YOU GUYS! To sustain my sports scholarship, i need or rather our team needs to get to the top 4 in the Nationals. i know we can do it, hard work pays off. 99% perspiration, 1% _______ hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. OLE Conference- okay, this is new. its short for Open Little Eyes Conference. and i am in the organisin committee. GREAT RIGHT? hahahha yea. but i think its great fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Prefects!- ok i absolutely love this part, its just so awesome! its damn fun but still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Church(relationship with God)- ok this might not seem like a big part to you, but it is to me. other than having a great relationship with God, i wanna have a great relationship with my church mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. HAVING FUN- i cant just work ALL day right?? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SO. as you can see, i have quite a few things on my hands... HAHA. but dont worry, i will come through it, maybe successful, maybe not. (: but i will forever be grateful to GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421750762757787026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/Sz3tl9LhjZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7v9VgMRHU-o/s200/IMG_0729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&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/2894070718568874763-7297224845088120113?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7297224845088120113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7297224845088120113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7297224845088120113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7297224845088120113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/Sz2xbF4xXRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/l1B9AWntvgI/s72-c/IMG_0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-1996400760472274749</id><published>2009-12-23T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:32:49.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HEY everyone! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!!!! hahhaha i totally LOVE this season! its just so HAPPY.... HAHHA its true ok?? i love the tree decorating, the buying of gifts, writing of cards, singing of carols.... AHHHH SO AWESOME. now, in this very NICE season, i finallyFINALLY is in the mood of telling you about my not-so-recent holiday to Korea! and there are OBVIOUSLY photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but i have to split the days. too long la! hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY ONE AND TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418662543526618690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL038CeZkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AWGO-Vcnsjo/s200/IMG_0006.JPG" /&gt; OK so we start off with the plane ride! haha i guessyou can say it was ok... at least i did not barff... which i usually do, especially on planes... HAHHAHA dont laugh. hehe we left at 11 pm and reached at 6am local time! hehe we rushed off to take a bus that was 50min long, to the hotel- JW Marriott Seoul! hehe &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418662552570519298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL04dutXwI/AAAAAAAAADE/vvVXpgvYTSg/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok... DONT ASK. if you look closely at the above picture, you will see two figures on the building. we were NOT taking the building but the people .... HAHAHA they were cleaning the windows! SO LAME right? this was outside our hotel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418662556040632690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL04qqDGXI/AAAAAAAAADM/7JBOwL2PQZQ/s200/IMG_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;after that, we went to visit the Namsan Traditional Houses! hahah it was quite funny! this was a pic we took while waiting for the FREE english tour. see that its FREE... there was an old guy who was very very nice. BUT. BUT. he was AWFULLY slow. AHHAHAAH i know i am mean, but its true. its like everything he wants to say is all stuck up there but he just has problems expressing it... HHAAH so sorry but its true. and i have heard enough of 'TRA------diiiiiiiiiiiii--son- NAAAAAL' houses. that is exactly how he said it. mans. well, but he was VERY nice though.... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418663569500420690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL1zqFsOlI/AAAAAAAAADU/2rJSw-knHyM/s200/IMG_0041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418663575705005842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL10BM-rxI/AAAAAAAAADc/P5EsmMIQKv0/s200/IMG_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok then we continued on with that slow tour and my sis and i dressed up in traditional dresses and took pics! this is just one of the many pictures. HAHA it was quite fun although i have to say, i looked awful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418663583905712290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL10fwLiKI/AAAAAAAAADk/rEKai-mDX0c/s200/IMG_0086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At the end of the COLD COLD day, we finally could go to our hotel rooms. and my sis so HAPPENED to have been taking pictures when i was RESTING. gosh. so mean right?? but the room was SO AWESOME. damn cook. HAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;NEXT DAY: NO. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418663589720756610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL101amEYI/AAAAAAAAADs/CZY-ttDb1GM/s200/IMG_0111.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418665275202883698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL3W8U2UHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/dxUmAnifiGw/s200/IMG_0139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FIrst thing in the morining, we went the watch the Korean changing of guards! it was quite cool althought i do prefer the western kind(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418665283930890466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL3Xc1xIOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UmbAzNaSrrQ/s200/IMG_0153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Next was a palace! well, the changing of guards was outside this palace! hahah it was a nice cold day... and i realise that when i get cold, nothing else is cold except my hands. which is kind of weird. HAHA thats why in most of the pictures, my hands were in my pockects. HAHAH thats mostly why i could just wear a woolen shirt and a vest, like in the above pic, at like 4 degrees celcius! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418665286546351106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL3XmlV5AI/AAAAAAAAAEE/y6sNA-TG7E8/s200/IMG_0176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this was also in the palace and i was practicing my photography skills. hahah. that was my sis nad mum drinking coffee. haaha looks kind of cool right? except that a bird just walked past so my sis looks like she was talking to it. hhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418665290280575666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL3X0fporI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YRkvCXVgmRU/s200/IMG_0179.JPG" /&gt; during this holiday, there were a lot of things with my name on it. AND THIS TRUCK WAS ONE OF THEM. hahha its just so awesome. hahaha we were waiting for a bus when across the road i see my awesome name. hHHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418667134368614626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL5DKQgCOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jw-5yGOaIYE/s200/IMG_0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418667129324598066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL5C3d6czI/AAAAAAAAAEU/knKiLU9IM5U/s200/IMG_0191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418667141220360258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL5DjyFYEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7RekUvs4vaA/s200/IMG_0198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All the above photos were taken at Myeongdong, a famous shopping area with much fashion at low prices. the food was GREAT too! haahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418667149252194418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL5EBtBcHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5JYcrOfC6nA/s200/IMG_0211.JPG" /&gt; Then came night, we just randomly walked into a shop for dinner and this happened!!! so AWESOME FOOD. but the soup was kimchi soup was it was REALLY REALLY HOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok thats about it for today, MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-1996400760472274749?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1996400760472274749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=1996400760472274749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/1996400760472274749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/1996400760472274749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SzL038CeZkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AWGO-Vcnsjo/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3121372457970640995</id><published>2009-12-21T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:02:18.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The good Old Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="gl_bold" border="0" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.panbo.com/Lowrance_2060s_20with_20flasher_201_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey guys, yes i know i am random with the random fisherman. but its SUPPOSED to represent the GOOD OLD DAYS. sigh, i miss the days when i was in Charis, with my good friends that i felt comfortable with. i miss the homeworking in the basement. i miss eating currypuffs and comparing clothing. i miss making fun of the boys while the teacher was talking. i miss getting sweets after class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i miss... my FRIENDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now its not the same. well far from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as they move on together, forging closer bonds, there i am- the one left behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MISS ALL OF IT. but those were the days, now all a foreign memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3121372457970640995?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3121372457970640995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3121372457970640995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3121372457970640995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3121372457970640995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-old-days.html' title='the good old days'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-4174398074957884166</id><published>2009-12-20T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:49:29.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;bad day .vs. fairytales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/bad-hair-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/original/bad-hair-day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;poor thing dont you think? sigh. haha i dont think i am THAT bad. haha. but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; lets see: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. i think i slightly pulled my right leg hamstring (obviously due to training)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. got loads LOADS of work to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. have to wake up early tmr for meetings after meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. i am HORRIBLY BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. i didnt get to see who i wanted to see today (well i think that is the BIGGEST part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yes, i know, it does not make much of a list but ohwell. the last point was, by a MILE, the one that made me count today as a bad one. DONT ASK WHO. you will laugh your socks off. haha. but the rest of the day was PRETTY AWESOME. haha my mum spoke at church today and guess what i learnt? : God's answer to his promises are ALWAYS YES and AMEN. and it is worth waiting for God cause one day, what he says will happen, will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sigh, i feel like an ULTIMATE loser. just cause i didnt see uknowho(haha dont guess) today, i was seriously down in the dumps. i am a pathetic loser arent i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but you know, everytime you feel down, there is always someone there to cheer to up: GOD. well, today there were other people too HAHA. they just make me laugh. HAHAH awesome man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you know something. i was watching the PRINCESS AND THE FROG two days ago. (it is SO SO SO AWESOME. CATCH IT.) and it got me thinking... why oh why did people create fairlytales? i dont think they just wrote it cause they just SO happened to imagine FAIRIES and PRINCESSESS etc etc. RIGHT? there is sure to be a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no wonder they created fantasy, cause people hate reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;come on, now, it makes sense ok? link it up people. why did you enjoy Cinderella when you were young? maybe you wanted some imaginary creature there to grant your every wish and your life to always end as HAPPILY EVER AFTER. why did you enjoy Sleeping Beauty? maybe you always wished for a prince to kiss you so that you MAGICALLY wake up from 'deep sleep'. huh? i mean, have you ever EVER seen a fairytale or fantasy story that had not had the words 'HAPPILY EVER AFTER' at the end of the story? no. i dont know about you but i certainly havent! who knows? maybe the writer of Cinderella was in the same plight: a girl who was suffering at home, who always wanted a husband, etc... and so imagined to herself an AMAZING STORY which soon turned out to be one of the greatest Disney fairytales of the WORLD? cool eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;actually i enjoy watching fairytales cause i wish it could be that easy but it isnt. but at least we have God in our lives to help and lead us:) troubles are part and parcel of life, through it we grow. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&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/2894070718568874763-4174398074957884166?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4174398074957884166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=4174398074957884166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4174398074957884166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4174398074957884166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-5166471904652199762</id><published>2009-12-16T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:35:11.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness in defeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness in defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 417px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/happiness/happiness_quotes_graphics_01.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi guys! i am so awfully sorry that i havent updated for the past few days... i guess i was lazy. haha. i know i am a little slow but i have never realised that my blog posts have no titles... HAHA. so the one in bold at the top is my title!!! ok??? haha. yes. i wanna talk about happiness today! haha ALOT of things have been happening to me over the past few weeks- good and bad. i realised that what the most important thing is to be happy. life is too short for moaning, groaning and complaining. its true... why make life so difficult and sad just over a few mishaps or arguments??? i THANK God for putting all these difficulties, problems and trials in my life. Cause i have learnt that WITH GOD, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. so... why be so sad and stressed when you can just be HAPPY and THANKFUL?? you know... scientists have proven that it takes MUCH MORE energy to frown than SMILE:D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://higherbalance.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/big-smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAHA see... EVEN THAT PIG can smile... why cant you??? today i had my competition with an Singapore Badminton Association player and she was.... GOOD. very GOOD. well, she had her flaws and i had mine. I realise today how everything ... well ALMOST EVERYTHING, had to do with the MIND. when i saw her name xxx on the draw... i did not know that she was a SBA player, in fact i thought she wasnt a threat at all. However, when i told my friends, their IMMEADIATE response was, "OH..." literally. well, once that got into my mind, i instantly was like SHIT. SHIT. oh well. then it came to the game, i was VERY nervous. guess what the score for the 1st set was : 5-21. YES. 5!!!!! like WHAT????!!!! right? well. then 2nd set: 21-18. I WON!!!!! see the diff. this is what helped me win:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my captain, Siewyun, said, "FORGET about that 'SINGAPORE' mark on her shirt. i can also place one for you on your shirt." haha yes, it might seem funny but trust me. it helped. just OH SO MUCH. i guess what i realised was that SO WHAT if she was a Singapore player? SO WHAT?! what does it matter? like i said... ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE WITH GOD. as long as i believed in myself and forgot about the fact that she was a Singapore player, i did it. i won her. i did. haha. so then there was the rubber, or third set. i lost. but ITS OK. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I AM STILL AS HAPPY AS EVER&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cause i know that i did my best and i learnt a lesson, a very important one. it is VERY important to believe in yourself, to believe in God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'DARE TO WIN' - a quote from my coach: Mr Wong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nothing is impossible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&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/2894070718568874763-5166471904652199762?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5166471904652199762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=5166471904652199762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5166471904652199762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5166471904652199762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-in-defeat.html' title='happiness in defeat'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-4048944497978366354</id><published>2009-12-10T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:02:08.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THIS WEEK'S SCHEDULE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;monday: TRAINING! COMPETITION. OLE MEETING. PREFECTS BONDING. BADMINTON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tuesday: TRAINING! COMPETITION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wednesday: TRAINING! COMPETITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thursday: TRAINING! COMPETITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAHA so i have an excuse for not writing for so SO long. Literally, this whole week revolved around maybe 2 things. BADMINTON &amp;amp; ENHing FRIENDS, aka, Shawna, Gayle, Chelsea, Charita. GOSH. we rock man. ENH is a word they somehow made up and influenced all of us. haha. Actually, i quite enjoyed this week. it is AWESOMELY fun being around SCBT. we rock like shit. HAHa. every day after training, we go out to eat lunch at various places, laugh, talk, well just be PLAINLY STUPID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love how you can just be yourself around real friends. like ok truthfully, i have ever taken pics of myself while i was bored and they were in my phone... HAHA so shawna wanted to see my phone picss then i went to delete them (see me saving my 'image' here?haha) but i forgot one. THAT ONE caused me LOADS of humiliation. so anyway they were like damn suprised and kept on harping on the fact that i dont seem like the camwhoring kind of person- which i am NOT. haha so well... i guess that changed their impression of me but OH WELL. theyu would find out sooner or later... i really want to say they forgot about it, but NO. they did not. ANYWAY, i am never doing that EVER AGAIN. SO DAMN EMBARASSING. ENH. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today was the 4th round of CHEERS doubles competition and well... all the SCBT teams were kicked out. HAHAHA i had a great laugh. but hey its TOP 16 KAY???? aahahaha SO AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-4048944497978366354?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4048944497978366354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=4048944497978366354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4048944497978366354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4048944497978366354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-guys.html' title='hi guys'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3963458509407080575</id><published>2009-12-05T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T04:59:47.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i wanna do is be with you ... only you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ALL I WANNA DO IS BE WITH YOU, ONLY YOU haha:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so sorry i am watching High School Musical 3~!!!!  hahah i simply LOVE THAT SONG:) its damn sweet. go youtube! hahahha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i used to be A TOTAL HSM FAN. hahahha i dunno if i still am one. :) but i have to say, it totally ROCKS. hahahha hmm... today i went back to training(my legs hurt like crazy. ARGH) anyway, i am not as rusty as i thought i would be HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok i am going to talk about KOREA. hahah not very much what i would do cause i realise i really DO have STM loss. HAHA. yes. i am going to talk about the people there. you know how they generalise Singaporeans as rude, &lt;em&gt;kiah-su, &lt;/em&gt;people with bad english and well just ultimately people with no manners? then you have the French people, who are generalised as rude, totally impolite but people who have a great sense of fashion? ETC. ETC. actually i utterly hate that there are such stereotypes. its really mean, i mean not everybody is like that. SURE. some people meet persons that fit into those stereotypes but i mean cant people look at the BIG PICTURE??? gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i for one am SO not going to generalise into the HOPEFULLY minority group of Koreans. OK when i went there, my first impression was that they did not really have good manners in terms of walking:) ok that really sounded really weird. HAHA AWESOME. anyway,  they just PUSH you when walking in a crowd. seriously. HAHA apparently some lady pushed me away just so that she could look at the clothing that she wanted to buy???!!! however, it was damn comical. i thought my mum pushed me to walk  so i like LITERALLY ran off HAHAHAHAHA. damn funny:) then they had like beggers who sold gum in the subway and like literally EVERYONE in the train bought it!!!!! GOSH, so they, i thought were kind:) hahahah AH YES. the subway. there was this super funny incident, we had to sit in the subway for like 10 stops so i took a pen, the bus ticket and started sketching the guy opposite me. HAHA super funny! :):) damn funny:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok going to watch HSM 3 which SO TOTALLY ROCKS THE AWESOMEST. hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3963458509407080575?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3963458509407080575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3963458509407080575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3963458509407080575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3963458509407080575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-wanna-do-is-be-with-you-only-you.html' title='All i wanna do is be with you ... only you'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2770233751346796118</id><published>2009-12-03T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:56:25.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome me home babes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEY ALL! i am back from AMAZING. AWESOME. WONDERFUL. MAGICAL. GREAT. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPARKLING. KOREA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahahha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I LOVE IT AWESOME MAN. haha. when i get the camera back i will spam you with AWESOME photos!!! haha. i dont want to narrate EVERY SINGLE thing that happened cause firstly, i cant remember (haha). Secondly, it sucks for me cause my hands will ache like shit. Thirdly, it sucks for you cause you probably just scroll down the page until you get to the end (haha. to tell you the truth, i do that to other ppl's long posts! hahha) HAHA but i am serious like how in the world do people remember what happened like BY THE SECOND. especially for trips or camps. like GOSH. well it did occur to me that people write journals but even so... I had to write reflections EVERY NIGHT for the SCBT AWESOME TRIP and i couldnt even remember what kind of exercises we did for training. GOSH. i think i have short-term memory loss. SERIOUSLY. but its kind of AWESOME. Hmmm... i think i only know how to use 'awesome' out of my whole list of adjectives that i have stored up somewhere in that mind of mine. like really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the trip was simply AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCBT is AWESOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AWESOME cheap trill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AWESOMEST friends in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;an AWESOME time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My AWESOME niece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;today was AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;haha so AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;which obviously was AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AWESOME chinese drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;how AWESOMELY cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the list goes AWESOMELY on. yes. i was practically cutting and pasting from my previous posts. hahahahha. yea. HAHA. Claire (niece) just woke up and started digging her nose HAHAHA. it was damn cute. btw. she is like 1 and a half so imagine chunky fingers stuffed into tiny holes and coming out with GROSS  teeny weeny 'gold' HAHA. i love it when she just wakes up and is like all groggy, constanly stoning. FREAKING CUTE LA. You see, normally she is like so high, jumping on the piano(literally), running up and down with toys from my room (haha cause i dont want her to disturb me while doing work. so i send her off with random toys, saying "Give to Grandma/ Grandpa/ Aunty Anna/Mama/Papa/Aunty Jac") AHAHAH i am SO mean right? i know:) haha. anyway, now she just listens to whatever i say. And follows me around. haahah AWESOMELY CUTE. SHE IS THE AWESOMATOM. haha i notice i come up with weird words that have to do with "Awesome" ahhaha. i think i am so AWESOMELY WEIRD. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i know i am supposed to tell you about Korea but now i am TIRED. so will do so probably another day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SMILE LOADS KAY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2770233751346796118?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2770233751346796118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2770233751346796118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2770233751346796118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2770233751346796118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-me-home-babes.html' title='welcome me home babes!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-8697808825941421277</id><published>2009-11-25T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T03:45:32.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crazy. over. you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i havent gone crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but over you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha i am SO HAPPY TODAY. seriously. i love the feeling of satisfaction when you finally get something that you have been looking for since like forever. THANK YOU JESUS:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i found it. i found it. i found it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that rings in my head like every minute. I CANT BELIEVE IT. but you know, they will never know, no one will ever know what 'it' is, haha but i can just imagine your expression when you know of it.. haha YEP, know that is running through my head. but they will never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOU will never know, that i am/was crazy over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YOU will never be crazy over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THANK YOU JESUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hah you can see my JOY?????? haha yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JOY vs. HAPPINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;choose one, its difficult i tell you, it really is. but i would NO DOUBT choose JOY. not because my name is JOY but because JOY is being happy in God even when times are tough, being satisfied even when you have nothing with you, having the courage even when trials slap you in the face, its about having the persevering spirit even when you feel like nothing can possibly happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i know why my parents named me JOY. i dont plan on like boasting about myself or anything but i tell you something- i am a miracle child. NO I AM SERIOUS. i was born even when no gynaes wanted to take my mum in. WHY?? only by God's grace wa i born. Aside from the fact that i am supposed to bring JOY to my family, they want me to have the qualities that God wants me to have. I was born miraculously for a REASON. one i know not of yet. MAYBE i will do something big in the future, who knows? but right now, i am a soldier, a special child of Christ and i plan to live that way. (HUH! another decision! :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-8697808825941421277?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8697808825941421277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=8697808825941421277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8697808825941421277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8697808825941421277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-over-you.html' title='crazy over you'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3942604840945160213</id><published>2009-11-22T06:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:16:22.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.surfersvillage.com/gal/pictures/Girls_sunset_Grambeau_Gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.surfersvillage.com/gal/pictures/Girls_sunset_Grambeau_Gal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HELLO WORLD! I AM BACK FROM MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;AWESOME SCBT(SC BADMINTON) TRIP IN KL!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahah yes, you can OBVIOUSLY see my excitement! I AM SO PROUD OF SCBT! especially the AWESOME sec one team!! we are so bonded now, i have NO REGRETS. it was so AWESOMELY FUN! ALRIGHT, i am going to tell you about the main things. OK???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we had a VERY VERY long ride to KL PJ Hilton, meanwhile, we stopped by some country club for lunch! Then we went to the hotel, VERY NICE. serious. ahhahaha. ok. PS. SORRY I CANT POST PICTURES! I DONT REALLY HAVE A CAMERA. HAHAHAH. ok. then we had TRAINING. the coach said, "For warm-up, run 8 rounds" and it was 15 courts. CRAZY MAN. once i heard it, my mouth DROPPED. literally. I WAS LIKE : WHAT????!!!!!! yes. so we ran and ran and ...... yep you guessed it, RAN. The rest of the training was mostly the same as here in Singapore, except the tips that the trainers--- one being Mr Ong Beng Kheong, were GREAT. they helped me alot. haha. THEN CAME THE KILLER. THE KILLER PHYSICAL. ok we had 3 stations: 1. step-ups(it was like the heght of a normal school table) 2. running(they at first said SLOW JOG. well GUESS AGAIN.) 3. footwork(pick up a racket and run for your life in a court. YES. that is my definition of footwork.) haha. OK we had to do like 3 sets which was just like putting , sorry STABBING a knife into your thighs. then the coach asks, "How about another set?" NO DOUBT : without thinking my mouth just mouthed N-O, NO. it was killing me. well most people stayed silent and you know what they say! SILENCE MEANS CONSENT. so we sis ANOTHER set. AH. AH. my heart is beating like crazy just thinking of it. ARGH. yes, but I MEAN. I DID IT. AND LIVED. looks like i have a body and mind better than i think. hahah. My dad always says, "ITS ALL IN THE MIND" now i finally believe it. I mean, its true, i would have never thought that i had the potential to do something like that, i mean CRAZY MAN. hahha. At night, everyone (by that i mean sec ones) went to Chelsea's and Gayle's room haha, you see it is boring to stay in one room all seperately hahahha. yes. we were playing gross and stuff. DONT WORRY I SHALL NOT ELABORATE. just know that it was DAMN fun. HAHAHHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TRAINING THE WHOLE DAY. haha. ok main events of the training. we were split into 2 groups, exchanging excercises as the day went on. before lunch, the other group had to do 20 laps of running of 5 courts. YOU MAY NOT KNOW IT but i tell you. ITS ALOT. Our seniors came back crying and panting like crazy. SO well, everyone in our group was FREAKED OUT. i was really really scared, like they are our seniors, supposed to be better than us but and they were like that, howabout us? the it came to our turn. i just RAN. I DID IT! in a good time too! haha. All of us did not cry and in fact we were PERFECTLY FINE. hahahhhaah looks like that old phrase comes back again! ITS ALL IN THE MIND. HAHAHHAHAAAA :):):) At night, we went to Chelsea's room AGAIN. hahhaa then i learnt how to play cheat and snapjack. AHHHHHH i miss it all already. having to go to someones room, just being yourself around your bestest friends ever, watching other people's expressions, etc. I LOVE IT. I LOVE THEM. so sad its over. OH WELL soon, people will forget. i just know it. SIGH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had a friendly today so we had light training, played 'touch and go' (so they call it haha. in my mind it is rotation. hahahah) ANYWAYS. yes, training was light but i was quite tired. then we went to play with KL's national team. SO SCAARY. well i was quite relaxed playing with this boy (prob my age or older, with MUCH better skill), who somehow reminded me of my friend at home who ALSO plays badminton HAHA. ok. but i lost badly cause i played a total defensive game. HAII. the worst part is, my coach said, "GREAT JOB. you played a very good game!" You would probably think that i would be SO happy right??? WRONG. i knew i did not play well. AND i watched my surroundings when playing, she did not even glance or walk over to my court, unless of course, she could see from like WHAT, 5-6 metres away????? anyway. then i got a chance to play a second game after waiting for EVERYONE to finish playing, yea i was last. THIS TIME, i know i played at my best, come on we playeed 3 sets ok??? and i know i put in musch more effort into this one, as compared to the earlier game. and my coach watched this game. She said, "You.... O-K la...." *dissappointed look* i mean i am not saying that i am very good and should be praised. NO i am just angry that if she did not even see me playing, why say GOOD JOB... and then later when she DOES see me play, say that i was not too good? i mean...... SIGH, she is my coach afterall, so i guess i listen. Its only right:) At night, we watched Coraline together in Chelsea's room hahha. I WAS DAMN SCARED. OHHHH i have to tell you. we planned on sleeping over then i was squished in the middle of everybody. haha. and Shawna and Gayle were breathing damn hard and LOUD. hahah YOU KNOW, its like the aircon except you can hear different tones??? hahhaha dont worry guys i am not making fun of you, in fact i think it is DAMN cute. hahah. I COULDNT SLEEP hahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TODAY was PLAYDAY.... hahah . we didnt have any training and went bowling !!!!!!!!!!! hahh i was LOUSY.... HAHA. yes. but it was just the AWESOME cheap trill! hahha. then we went shopping, walked around ETC. hahha I FELT so sad today, cause it was like the last day ever, i just basically soaked in all the atmosphere---- the amazing friends around me, their laughter, more jokes, their smiles, gossip, you know its just INDESCRIBABLE happiness to sit with a grup of your best friends just chilling talking and LAUGHING your ass off. HAHAH. i love being around them. YOU KNOW, around true friends, you have nothing to hide, you are free to be yourself and they accept it. they accept your weirdest habits, your grossest thinking. When you dont have to hide behind clothes or money or a beautiful face. its simply MAGIC. seriously, i am smiling just thinking of it. hahha imagine you see a girl smiling dreamily at a computer, you know that that is me. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AT NIGHT, the weirdest and scariest thing happened. Apparently there was a drunkard walking about on our level. DAMN FREAKY. we the sec ones decided to sleep over cause we were so scared. but shawna, charita and i had to go back to our rooms (at the other end of the level ) to take stuff. haha so we took Gayle's old racket(weapon) and slowly, quietly crept out, bending down everytime we walk past a door. HAHA it was really comical, we were like stupid spies DA&lt;m&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, that is about it for my trip, actually, i dont think i benefitted the most in terms of badminton skill level, i think i just enjoyed being with the AWESOMEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD--- Chelsea, Gayle, Shawna, Charita, Pheobe, Sarah!!!!!!!!!! LOVE YOU GUYS TO THE MAX. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FRIENDS ARE AMAZING. only if you pick the right ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3942604840945160213?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3942604840945160213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3942604840945160213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3942604840945160213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3942604840945160213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-771338281973181895</id><published>2009-11-15T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T05:31:51.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>badminton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi all. :) Dont worry i am not in that all serious and 'I learnt alot' mood today. :) Tmr SCBT is going to KL for badminton training trip. i am really REALLY excited. :):):) yes I PACKED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gosh. I sincerely hope all of us will take hold and try our best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL. wont write for about a week!!!!!!!!!:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SMILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-771338281973181895?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/771338281973181895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=771338281973181895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/771338281973181895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/771338281973181895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/badminton.html' title='badminton'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-5042830345867520387</id><published>2009-11-14T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:26:14.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;READ THROUGH ALL OF THIS POST. YOU WILL LEARN A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi all. yes. its me again. i love reading through blogs. totally. ok so cause we have a scbt blog right, then someone form the sec3s posted a post trash-talking us sec 1s in June. ok it is not exactly trash-talking cause that would mean that it was all false. but no, it was true. OK its true that i as a captain, did not tell the others to do what they were supposed to do, simply because of a stupid reason--- i was scared, scared that they would find me weird and OVER CONTROLLING. and so on. but it is true that some of them did not train how they were supposed to. they were lazy, ungrateful. but i have a part to play too, i did not teach them. i had to wait for the seniors to do it for me in a totally emotional team talk. but that (i think) did the trick. we as a team are slowly improving, in terms of relationships, attitude and character oh and of course skill. but we have a LONG way to go and not that much time. I hope that the others including myself will strive harder. SCBT is an awesome place for us to nurture ourselves as people. Badminton is not merely a sport. NO SPORT IS MERELY A SPORT. if it was, then , then we would not be continuing on this journey. cause if it was MERELY a sport, then there would not be this love for it that i know that everyone has , somewhere inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i sincerely hope that we will train harder, push each other on, be closely bonded(so that these will be out bestest friends), inculcate in ourselves through a self learning process, the values that should be inside of us: diligence, perseverance, leadership, RESPECT, and so many more. this may totally seem like a stupid model reflective essay that one reads in an advertising pamphlet but NO. this is true heartfelt feelings from the "sitting on the fence girl". Next year, the road to champs are going to be difficult(lots of sweat, lots of pain but lots and lots of satisfaction), but you know, that is what friends are for: to stay by your side when you cry, to lend a soft shoulder, to push you higher. Everyone expects a GOLD or SILVER or BRONZE from us, but at the end of the day, none of these counts, all that does would be the lessons learnt, the friendships made, the one final person you become. the medals are simply the icing on top of the cake. (is that the metaphor?? haha). LOVE YOU SCBT. NO DOUBT. SCBT FTW(in ALL ways possible).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MAN do i have a lot of things to write about. i have learnt SO many things today. SO SO MANY. i watched a show called "Beautiful Girl". its about a fat girl being beautiful. in it there was this song, lyrics goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;when i believe i'm beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then you'll believe i'm beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i am here to tell all the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that i'm a beautiful girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sure enough, go ask anyone ANYONE on the street:'what is a beautiful girl?' they would say:'Angelina Jolie, Heidi Klum'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am not saying they are not beautiful. they are. they damn right are. but why do we need &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'MODELS'&lt;/span&gt; in our life that we have to follow?? OH MY GOSH. i just thought of something!!!!!!!!!! ok &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'models'&lt;/span&gt; as in the pretty ones who strut down a runway. why name them '&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Models'&lt;/span&gt;?? ever wondered???  like why give them the name &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'models'&lt;/span&gt;? because we have to want to be like them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MODEL&lt;/span&gt;: a standard or example for imitation or comparison (from dictionary.com) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why must we follow those '&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;models&lt;/span&gt;'? are they what we define as BEAUTIFUL? no. i 100000000000000000000% dont think so. NO WAY. as they lyrics state it. as long as you believe you are beautiful, it does not matter whether you have the body of Heidi Klum or face of Tyra Banks or even an old "ugly" lady. you will be beautiful as long as you believe it, others will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from today onwards, i SHALL NEVER EVER say : oh so and so is so UGLY. no way. cause yes. everyone deserves the respect, the title: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think i just matured a lot today. YAY ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-5042830345867520387?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5042830345867520387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=5042830345867520387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5042830345867520387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5042830345867520387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-girl.html' title='beautiful girl'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-8946289318449250365</id><published>2009-11-09T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:48:29.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the small things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i370.photobucket.com/albums/oo141/joycechan2009/traffic-light-tree-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i370.photobucket.com/albums/oo141/joycechan2009/traffic-light-tree-05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; HEYY GUYS!!!!!!! ok i officically have A LOT to blog about today. I THINK. hhahaha. dont you just LOVE that traffic light(s) above??? i found it super cute so i posted it. well i think that just brings me to my next point. I find i get satisfied by small simple things very easily. hahhhaa I AM SERIOUS. WHO GOES GOO GOO OVER A TRAFFIC LIGHT??? yep. me. haha. yes. yes. laugh. that day, my parents came home and gave me COLOURED SOCKS!!!! WHOO HOO. hahahha. sorry there i go again. but nowadays, kids are so pampered. SORRY but its unbearable. Its like everything MUST GO THEIR WAY. they HAVE to get an IPOD or laptop for their birthday... HAI. sometimes its just too much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok. OH YA. yesterday i had an AWESOME time with karuna! hahah. yes. WONDERFUL AND NUMEROUS PICTURES TAKEN. hahhah a. OHOHOH the traffic light thing reminds me of something. i think the primary school traffic safety thing rubbed off on me. hahah. until now, i still raise my hand when i cross the road, even at the traffic lights. yes. its a very weird habit. hahahha. My friends usually get very embarrassed to walk with me. haha like Karuna! hahha. it was damn funny! and usually, i cannot stop doing that! hhahaha. yesterday, we were walking across the road(with me raising my hand) and a lady like stared at me. hahahahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-8946289318449250365?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8946289318449250365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=8946289318449250365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8946289318449250365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8946289318449250365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/small-things.html' title='the small things'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-845989573979972086</id><published>2009-11-08T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:33:13.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loveeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv89/monicacorona69/love-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv89/monicacorona69/love-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; HHIIII!!!!!!!! I AM IN LOVEEEEE!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahhahaha DONT take that the wrong way!!! hahahhaha i am in love with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. MY AWESOME NIECE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;   she is so awesomely cute! you know she can sing like 'twinkle twinkle little stars'??!!!! my gosH! except she sings it as "twinkle twankle la la la" DAMN CUTE. hahha and she goes: WHere oh where oh where is ____ ??? she fills in the blank with anyone or thing she sees! GOSH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. THE AWEEEEEESOME SCBT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;    not only the sec ones ok!!!! hahha but... WE ROCK LIKE FOREVER!!!!!!!!! my gosh. i cant wait for the WONDERFUL KL TRIP !!!! there are gonna be lots of sweat and tears NO DOUBT especially with all that tough training.  haha but IMAGINE all that fun and photos and laughter. I CANT WAIT. :):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. THE 59 SCPB!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;    hahhaa the PASSItON camp was simply AWESOME. NO DOUBTS. hahha everyone is so fun and nice!!!!!!!!!! GOSH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. that SOMEONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;    HAHHAHHAA no point guessing!!!!! MY LIPS ARE SEALED. hahahhahahhahhhahahhahahahhahahahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HI!!!!!!!!! you know when you find someone on fb but just dont dare to add them???? ya. HAIIII...... okok LOVE EVERYONE LOADS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-845989573979972086?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/845989573979972086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=845989573979972086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/845989573979972086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/845989573979972086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/loveeeeee.html' title='loveeeeee'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-983519259594157935</id><published>2009-11-07T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T05:32:51.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;HEY ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;so sorry for neglecting my blog for a while now. Its like everytime i set my mind on writing something, well i become lazy. OH WELL. TODAY WAS awesome (excluding some saddening news) we had a meeting at Kits house and DID WORK OK??!!! haha but of course nothing says 'meeting' like PLAY! haahah you must be like WHAT??!!! haha yes. ever heard???: All work and no play made Jack a dull boy! hahah so as usual we took PHOTOS!! haha SO AWESOME. you know, i think you understand yourself better when you take photos with your friends, like you see if you are creative enough to come up with new poses! LOL. i tell you if i told my sis that she would be: WHAT THE CRAP LA! hahaha so funny/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ok then a few days ago we had PASSItON camp! which obviously was AWESOME. undoubtedly! haha we had late nights and stuff but made lots LOTS of great friends and i think it was really enriching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I am starting to see the bad side of a certain person now. SHALL NOT MENTION WHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ok I HAVE TO BE POSITIVE. LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-983519259594157935?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/983519259594157935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=983519259594157935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/983519259594157935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/983519259594157935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3950019296114720233</id><published>2009-10-27T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:50:34.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/ISP/ISP2039410_P.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.veer.com/IMG/PIMG/ISP/ISP2039410_P.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HI. AGAIN. OH. GOSH. SO. EMBARRASSING. AT. LEAST. I. LIVED. THROUGH. IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAHAHA okok I WILL EXPLAIN. You see, today we had our dry run for the cocert on thurs and i think because of the mix of STAGE FRIGHT and LACK OF PRACTICE. i will be honest, we MESSED UP. BIG TIME. we barely finished our song and was SHOOED off the stage. And even when we 'sang' and 'danced', i could only hear 2 voices, my friends' and mine. In fact, i FORCED my voice out. GOSH. my other friends told me that they could only hear me croaking and giving instructions! AHHHHHHH. so oh well, we changed our idea a little and lets have FAITH that it will WORK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But now we have other problems like whether to play the track or something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3950019296114720233?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3950019296114720233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3950019296114720233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3950019296114720233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3950019296114720233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3113347546530298984</id><published>2009-10-23T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:42:32.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey guys... i know you wont want to read a post all about complaining... but i seriously cannot take it ... OK??? so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 100% frustration to the MAX. my gosh! i will not name names ok.. so i cannnot stand **. AH. ok let me explain my plight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fine not PLIGHT but close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;** is a ___ rep and we so happen to have a huge class ___ project to do. so we have to pick well ___. yes. (i am telling you i will let the secret out sooner or later haha) fine i will say it, we have to pick songs, ok SONGS. yep. and well at first it was decided that we do Scooby dooby doo well its theme song. At first i was like "OH GOSH. we are going to embarrass ourselves!" but then i went home, listened to the song over and over again and pictured it... IT WOULD BE OK!!! really it would! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well i went back to school, VERY OPTIMISTIC HERE, and found that others in the class dissapproved of it. so they wanted to change it to Carwash. WE HAD AN AWESOME IDEA. but found that well it is VERY difficult to sing with. so well our heads went BLANK. POOF. well then kl, sl, al, xy (OOO COOL SEE KL SL AL??!! haha) came and thought of a song which i am ok with too in fact i like. it is I thought i lost you by Miley Cyrus from Bolt. Personally i do not totally fancy Miley Cyrus but the song is FINE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then ** heard of it and was like "I AM SO GOING TO ABSENT MYSELF ON THAT DAY. NO WAY." i mean.. I GET IT. you dont like Miley Cyrus, but what is SO WRONG about singing a song that she sang?????!!!! and plus she sang it with John Travolta ok????????!!!!!!!!!! gosh. then this afternoon she wrote an sms to andy (A GIRL) who called me and told me about it ** was like "fine you and Joy(me) can me the ___ reps and i will be pawning school on that day...." ETC. I WAS FUMING MAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok. people have their own likes and dislikes, i like romantic, pop slow sweet songs, others may like i dunno country and so i totally respect that she likes rock and metal or whatever. but she does not have to FORCE everybidy to like what she likes or do what she WANTS! I mean we have to respect people for what we like so what if she is __ rep, it should go by majority vote ok??!!. and from what i have heard, people did not want to do Scooby doo so.... &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 plus. it does not mean that if you have a prejudice against some singer means that EVERYTHING that she does (even nice songs) you hate right??? and we are just trying to help because honestly, i am worried. cause ALL THE OTHER CLASSES ARE on to like dancing??? gosh.  &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 know what, i dont want to complain anymore, it just makes me feel worse. i will turn the other cheek and compromise. we can sing 2 songs so just let her have her way... OK I WILL:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY JOY NOW:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3113347546530298984?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3113347546530298984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3113347546530298984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3113347546530298984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3113347546530298984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/complaining.html' title='complaining'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-4801772173244742815</id><published>2009-10-20T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:01:23.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heyy... LONG TIME sorry! haha i know exams are over and stuff but i think i am just plain LAZY. hhahaha. i dont really have a topic to write about today... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh i think i really like making up statuses like for msn or fb:) today i came up with one: 1% Perfection. 99% Perspiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha I mean it totally makes sense! and come on with ALMOST all our results out, i have to say, that totally appeals to me. this year i kinda crammed everything so LOTS of PERSPIRATION hahaha:) oh gosh today i had training. somehow or rather, i was UTTERLY both mentally and physically HAHA:) yea. i think i over-strained my joint.... AHHAHAH pain. SOORRRY GOTTA WATCH AWESOME CHINESE DRAMA: jia hao yue yuan! hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-4801772173244742815?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4801772173244742815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=4801772173244742815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4801772173244742815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4801772173244742815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/longer.html' title='longer'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3171027487002566691</id><published>2009-10-12T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:37:19.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi again! EXAMS ARE OVERR.... but i dont seem to be feeling the elation. sigh... does this happen all the time???? like ok before the last exam.. i was like dreaming of the things i could do ... SO CAREFREEE so fun... now its like. OHHHH yay exams are over. (bored tone) sigh.... i think i am catching the flu bug.... really i think so. like this morning when i woke up, my throat was so hoarse i couldnt even talk... at least now its better after taking PI PAGAO. i have to tell you . it rocks. MY SORE THROAT BUDDY. it really is:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE FORm..... AHHHH now i have to walk to school and pass the application form to my coach. talk about resting!! hahaha kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh my sisters are SSSOOOOO SWWEET!!! cause of finishing my exams.. they both bought me SMALL GIFTS!!!! AHHHHH HOW AWESOMELY CUTE! here you are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FROM LOVELY SECOND ELDEST SIS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391934450142121746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/StP_0JDpjxI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q6ZL-LSxwCw/s200/IMG_5539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FROM LOVELY ELDEST SIS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391934460035651074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/StP_0t6c1gI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NV13C-z5xaM/s200/IMG_5539+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha arent they sweet.... hai. cant take it they are so sweet. :) i was contemplating watching Forest Gump which i have watched before just now. but i think it is just too long... but when reading the synopsis, there was this phrase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you'll get next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which i think is SO TRUE. you know someimes there are ups and others down.... oh and yesterday i was watching this chinese movie and at the end there was a saying which i really like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(translated) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Treasure today cause it will be tomorrows' fondest memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AINT THAT SO CUTE. hai... i think i am in like a 'TREASURE EVERY MINUTE ' trance or something. when i went downstairs to give my friend something, this kidergarten bus driver dove past and i SMILED!!! like big smile! gosh that must have been embarrassing..... but he smiled back. HOW SWEET. i guess i was thinking how you know if simple things in life can please me, then it probably can please others, so smiling was a little gift:) haha. i think my lang arts teacher might think that what i just said is a 'liturgy of platitudes' hai... BUT ITS TRUE OKAY??!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i realised this yesterday, while packing my room. my mum is planing to renovate my room so i  to have to clear the many things i dont want. anyway, i found like old birthday cards from my best friends, last time and now, pictures of my kindergarten days, photographs of my holidays and so on....  well i was overwhelmed with nostalgia. ok picture this: a small girl who had just ended her exams, sitting beside her bed, looking happily through her old things and smiling. JUST LIKE A MOVIE. hai.... so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&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/2894070718568874763-3171027487002566691?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3171027487002566691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3171027487002566691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3171027487002566691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3171027487002566691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-life.html' title='oh life'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/StP_0JDpjxI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q6ZL-LSxwCw/s72-c/IMG_5539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2580141563066476028</id><published>2009-10-09T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:04:03.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shy freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I CANT TALK. NOT FOR ANYTHING. WAY NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am serious my mouth just seems to ZIP shut DONE. not even a whisper. NOTHING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! am i studying too hard??? maybe its like a total POST STUDYING illness or something. AHHHHHHHHHHHH i totally hate it when i get shy. oh dont think wrongly. its not for guys. NO. its for a MERE GIRL. hallo???? whatever happened to 'talking easier with same sexed people'???? HUH???? gosh. like serious. i had like WHAT 10 OPPORTUNITIES????? ahhhhhhhhhhh ok that is HISTORY. DONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hello again. this is the calm totally composed non blabbing non angry JOY. hi. ok its friday i am really happy cause well only 1 DAY LEFT. WEEKENDS ROCK MY SOCKS OFF. ok. XY dreamt of ME last night!!!!! HOW SWEET RIGHT????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; NO. boohoo. she dreamt that i was drunk.... COMEON such a cute innnoncent SHY girl getting into alcohol. TOTAL NONO. hahahaha. she even ACTED it out. of course not in front of me... but YEA. still very sweet of her:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OKAY. I AM STILL ANGRY TOTALLY MAD AT MY SHY, QUIET SELF. comeon!!!!! i have to be an extrovert! well, at least TRYYYYY to be one! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. you know when i was walking home i was like SCOLDING myself OUT LOUD???!!!!!! ah. see how sick you can get. i dont talk to myself. its weird. like i treat myself as threee persons: ME, MYSELF and I. ah. actually... come to think of it i do talk to myself.... at night like before i sleep. SEE its so quiet and lonely in one room i have to resort to making myself seem like another person??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'ok.... put the blanket on the side'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'hey i did that already'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'well DO IT AGAIN' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'urgh FINE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*after putting blanket to the side*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'ok now sleep try at least'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'I AM TRYING but i cant with YOU talking'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'awww come on we are the SAME PERSON you can totally block me out???'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'URGH stop talking i am trying to sleep'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*resort to singing a song. in my head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'IT DOES NOT WORK. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'fine how about counting..... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ........'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'AHHHHHH ok not working. bye.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*blocks my other self out of my head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SLLEEEPPPPP. finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok i am thinking that you are thinking that i am a total maniac. just so you know..... WE ALL ARE. i think everyone is weird. really. like i think people who talk to themselves are weird (and i do that). i think people who pace back and forth are weird. i think people who use the computer are weird(like WHY do we have to waste our time typing stuff when we can use the PHONE???) etc etc. OH GOSH SO STOP BEING SO JUDGEMENTAL PEOPLE. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BIG QUESTION: does staying in an air-conditioned room make you fat??????? hmm i wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl ( I HAVE TO LEARN TO COMMUNICATE) &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2580141563066476028?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2580141563066476028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2580141563066476028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2580141563066476028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2580141563066476028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/shy-freak.html' title='shy freak'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7966588541936537265</id><published>2009-10-02T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:26:50.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w3/jamjamjenjen/_for_the_love_of_film__by_fangedfem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w3/jamjamjenjen/_for_the_love_of_film__by_fangedfem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEY! so so sorry i havent written for a while. BUSY STUDYING. well that may just be an excuse for watching tv... hahaha. kidding kiddingz:) truthfully i am REALLY scared for our exams. at first i wasnt but the fact that it is in 2 days freaks me out. ok got to go.... willl update you probably a week from now see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PS. SOMETHING amazing happened yesterday:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-7966588541936537265?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7966588541936537265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7966588541936537265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7966588541936537265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7966588541936537265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-for-you.html' title='falling for you'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-6876755163286846434</id><published>2009-09-30T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:26:13.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OHMYGOSH!!!!!! UBER COOL. i totally felt the tremors from the earthquake in SUMATRA. ok its weird that i am so happy, i know i shouldnt be because.... um if there is a tsunami there, people will lose loved ones, houses, cattle, crops..... SORRY. ok INTERNAL CONFLICT. but i mean it IS quite cool to feel tremors. i was in tuition and like i felt the chair shake and stuff, so i asked my friend sitting beside me if she felt it, she said:'OH the person behind you is writing' at first, i was like.... UHHH OKA---Y then just kept quiet. then another teacher came in and told us... HAHAHAHAHA I HOPE THERE WOULDNT BE AN EARTHQUAKE OR TSUNAMI THERE. I WILL DEFINITELY PRAY even though i was ONCE happy:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont like racist people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont like people who dont turn the other cheek when hit on one side(although i do fit into that category)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont like buses which numbers are hard to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont like people who dont know how to say sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont like it when i cannot concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont like it when i am HALF watching SingaporeIdol and HALF studying chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today MOSTLY rocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-6876755163286846434?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6876755163286846434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=6876755163286846434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6876755163286846434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6876755163286846434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/earthquake.html' title='earthquake'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-362652112570762177</id><published>2009-09-29T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:43:42.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/3800516279_22f76770dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/3800516279_22f76770dc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Eating cococrunch from a sealed container.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Helping my mum turn on the speakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;DOing ACS I math paper 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Learning about Epithelial tissues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Finding a picture for this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Smelling flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;REGRETTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow. see??? i am AWESOME at multi-tasking. haha. OHMYGOSH. i find myself really really STUPID. there was this langarts literary analysis and well..... ok i did it all wrong! ahahahahahaha so in the end i took like 3 hours to finish it. DIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my EOYS are so coming up but all i havent even finshed studying! with contrast to last year, i started studying like a month BEFORE SCHOOL EVEN STARTED. now, i only started 1 month before exams. ahhh its gonna be a LONG ride. i can tell. i just cant wait for it to be over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;STUDYING.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rijaphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/girl-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2894070718568874763-362652112570762177?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/362652112570762177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=362652112570762177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/362652112570762177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/362652112570762177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/51.html' title='51'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/3800516279_22f76770dc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3403373111983994102</id><published>2009-09-28T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:18:18.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/child_Shirt_dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blog.craftzine.com/child_Shirt_dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; HEYA. i am sorry i am super random with that dress on top hahahaha. but i found out that it was a guy's dress shirt transformed! haha how cute. I dont know, maybe its just my longing to wear back my dresses which are like stored in my cupboard but that i dare not wear. OKOK reasons: 1. the only place i can wear it is to church and well i guess you can say i am shy?? haha 2. my dresses are quite short, not very apprpriate for church. 3. i have nowhere else nice to go to. PERIOD. (dont think sick... it means FULL STOP. ) YUPPP:) ok i am kind of digressing from what i wanted to write about.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok. i am kinda weirded out by CHIM-ness. ha i learned what 'liturgy of platitudes'&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*that was meant to be said in a proud yet learned tone*&lt;/span&gt; means. my langarts teacher wrote it on my essay, meaning for it to be well a negative comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; i read it i was: "WHAT???!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i asked kits she was like :that is so chim. ok not exact words from her that is why i am NOT QUOTING SEE??? haha. there was this other one in my SCIENCE(not english !!!!!) paper wich was 'lacerated'. ok that is not TOTALLY chim but to some extent it is! i mean why cant you say 'CUT'?? gosh. it sometimes makes me feel that people are trying to show off their vocab or something but KUDOS TO THEM. i dont think i can ever come up with some of those. ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok. haha. you know how like when you really WANT something or want something to happen??? ya. it totally doesnt happen to you. it happens to people who dont want it at all. MAYBE DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. life is unfair. i may be too young to say it but OHWELLS too bad. SO I HAVE THUS DECIDED(ha a step closer to new blog! read earlier posts) TO NOT BE BOTHERED ABOUT where N is, what N is doing etc. of course you know, i think i am doing this is so that whatever i want to happen will happen (confusing:))..... oh but that is totally CHEATING. hahahahs. anyway it is NOT a promise so i might... you know... not keep to my decision:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the song someday we'll know is still in my head. GO LISTEN previous post has the link:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3403373111983994102?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3403373111983994102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3403373111983994102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3403373111983994102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3403373111983994102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi_28.html' title='hi'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2863132827215061587</id><published>2009-09-27T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:06:17.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEY! today i went back to Charis(old church) which i UTTERLY MISS. found out some SHOCKING yet hateful news about you know.... well old times. I MISS my old times, in that church how fun it was....then when i went back to study i turned on my ipod and it was the song : Never had a dream come true by S club 7. and there was a phrase that kind of hit me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's no use looking back or wondering (or wondering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; How it could be now or neither been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well.... IT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF. it like totally answered me.... hai.... i guess its right. We always say that we want to relive the moment, well we also know that it can never happen. I guess it just doesnt work that way. LIVE IN THE MOMENT. treasure what you have know or never be able to again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, then another song caught me:) this time dont worry it aint so sad... haha its called Someday we'll know by Mandy Moore. here are some of the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, Someday we’ll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Someday we’ll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why I wasn’t meant for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I’m speeding by the place that I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For the ninety-seventh time...Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Someday we’ll know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why Samson loved Delilah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One day I'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Someday you’ll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That I was the one for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its a real cute song. FULL OF QUESTIONS:) haha remember my previous post? here, go listen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jujqj8LNchQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have fun:) it ROCKS:) how cute it is, i like the part about Titanic's captain, and about Samson and Delilah:) its real sweet. i dont know why exactly, but some songs just seems to connect with you dont you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2863132827215061587?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2863132827215061587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2863132827215061587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2863132827215061587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2863132827215061587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/someday.html' title='someday...'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-1828960466475042551</id><published>2009-09-25T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:02:07.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.betterphoto.com/uploads/processed/0748/0711281438301img_7546a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.betterphoto.com/uploads/processed/0748/0711281438301img_7546a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HIS!!!!!!! ok just so you know, that was a 'hi's and not 'his' HAHA:) sorry i havent been writing for the ABSOLUTELY longest time EVER! so so sorry. was busy studying. I have thus gone on an fb FAST till after EOYS. and i have so far been 99.9999999999% successful:) i only went on twice! CLAPS:) haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh well, i am officially TOTALLY accident prone. well i hope i am not any more. fine ok, i WAS accident-prone. yesterday during PE we played captains ball(WHOO HOO) and.... 1. i tripped on someonesleg and SCRAPED my knee.... 2. while blocking the ball, got elbowed at the CHIN...3. while blocking the ball AGAIN, got elbowed in the cheekbone! OW. hey dont get me wrong, i am SO not blaming anyone nor complaining... JUST EXPLANING:) hehes. so well, i was like supposed to do sit-ups, push-ups and kangaroo jumps at home, but i cant. cause, well my knee is IN PAIN. haaha. i hope i can still play badminton:) hope itll heal by sunday:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh. we got this UBER cute mirror from the EXCO saying 'you are a LEADER' each one personalised! haha. its really cute. i put it on my table and stare at MYSELF.... haha. just kidding:) but i do :) hahahahahaha. ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have gotta go back to work! see ya soon!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-1828960466475042551?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1828960466475042551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=1828960466475042551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/1828960466475042551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/1828960466475042551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time.html' title='long time...'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2199520139320756089</id><published>2009-09-19T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:21:39.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking bout the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u167/thatgirlreallyloves/sadlookingoutthewindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u167/thatgirlreallyloves/sadlookingoutthewindow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; hey there! i was just studying my history when i got really distracted in my thoughts. ): i was thining about well our future, like well mine. AND it was not like future in 20 years or something it was the NEAR future like 2 to 3 years time kind of thing. like you know how by the time we are in sec 2, one badge of seniors will be gone and its own turn to be a senior. following that, sec 3, well, in CCA, we will be the oldest, no SENIORS nothing. we'll be taking on the tough job of reprimanding and disciplining our juniors. going through emotional team talks etc. then sec 4. weve got the big O coming. well study hard and be THE BIGGEST SENIORS OF THE SCHOOL. then JC1 study again and again, move away from bestest friends, new environment etc. then JC2 a big A .... SO ON. well you get the point. i know ike everybody has to go through it but you know, its just, scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my bestie, wrotte once in her birthday letter to me: QUOTE  As we age through the years, we might possibly drift apart ): we may one day be two strangers pushing our way through a large crowd and even if we bang against each other, a few muttered apologies will be all that we will get from each other. END QUOTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its sad to admit, but theres a tinge of possibility there.... hai. maybe i am just having one of those so called mood swings, one day UP next day DOWN. for me??? this morning was WAY UP. like i managed to finish so much work, now i think the person pushing me was tired, he let the swing go and now its just DOWN. hai... I HOPE THAT QUOTE WONT BE TURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whatever it is, treasure your time together, it may be short, it may be long, but hold on LIVE IN THE MOMENT. the string could very well be cut in the near future. SCARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2199520139320756089?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2199520139320756089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2199520139320756089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2199520139320756089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2199520139320756089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinking-bout-future.html' title='thinking bout the future'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-6080847970066209652</id><published>2009-09-17T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:39:01.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vwkombi.com/photos/beetle-bash-bug-jam-etc/Images/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://vwkombi.com/photos/beetle-bash-bug-jam-etc/Images/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HELLO:) i am totally supposed to be doing work now... but you know, i had better update my blog before anyone in my family comes back! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh! today a wrote a totally FANTASTIC song called FLY AWAY! haha. ok i am kidding, i just started singing random stuff during LangArts :) BUT do you know??? Jason Mraz wrote his AWESOME song: I'm Yours by just writing random words??? hahaa. you had better remember this blog when i get FAMOUS! and yes kits, you can be my personal manager.... JUST TO CAUTION YOU: i am a TOUGH client. uhhuh. one blooper and *snap* youre gone with the wind! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have decided to lay off my crazy obessesion for this week? i dunno but i found out andy has the same thoughts... i tried to stay away, but OHWELLS temptations tempt me. THATS WHAT THERE FOR RIGHT??? haha. Of course not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'd like to imagine that i will one day be a SUPERSTAR who lives in a AWESOME cottage in the countryside. and well she would LOVE the word AWESOME. record albums maybe... every day or so... send it to her manager aka kits for producing and hit the billboards with the name of: th countrysider.... HUH COOL. of course she would live an AWESOMELY normal life, smsing her bestie, going on about obsessions, watching tv, playing with her sis.... AND NO ONE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT HER. cool. opps SORRY. i meant AWESOME. i think ones imagination does things to you. you can just daydream and not even know if you are back to reality or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;REMEMBER ME. (this is not the book name with a question mark behind it.) it a COMMAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'LL BE FAMOUS. DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-6080847970066209652?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6080847970066209652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=6080847970066209652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6080847970066209652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6080847970066209652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-8401552582374964952</id><published>2009-09-14T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:36:50.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>days like these</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi.... well days such as these are just.... tiring. exhausting. firstly, classes were pretty much a bore. AND I NEVER USUALLY SAY THAT.ahhh..... i cannot believe that you ACTUALLY added me. AHHHH i am happy like shit. really. i guess you may be oblivious to it but hey ITS A FACT. hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH WELLS. today i only managed to finish ONE PATHETIC chapter of history and TONS TONS TONS of homework. i guess you can call homework revision. but STILL. haha. my mum once gave me this book called WHY PROCRASTINATE??? haha it was funny... but I STILL DO. you know how? like just reading through my messages, i can spend like half an hour. ok FROM THIS DAY FORWARDS. I WILL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. follow whatever timetables i set for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. study without my phone by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. BE DILLIGENT BOTH IN AND OUT CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. SLEEP EARLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. GO ONLINE FOR ONLY lets see... 30 mins! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;will update you more on my status. I PROMISE. each time i finish one goal above, i will hmmmm..... get to go online for another five min! ahahahaha. LOVELY. such A GREAT REWARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-8401552582374964952?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8401552582374964952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=8401552582374964952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8401552582374964952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8401552582374964952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/days-like-these.html' title='days like these'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3197681048483167451</id><published>2009-09-10T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:32:54.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://livinginease.com/attachments/Image/Joyous_kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://livinginease.com/attachments/Image/Joyous_kid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HI! i changed my profile and intro! haha. but i really do hope that i could change myself, and even change my blogname next time to : finallyonthegrassnexttotheflowers.blogspot.com QUITE CATCHY EH? we'll see. haha. i was super distrated today while doing work! like i was studying history then i decided to listen to music so in the end i started singing instead! ahh ok i will make a WISE AND SENSIBLE decision. I HAVE DECIDED TO NOT TO LISTEN TO MUSIC WHILE STUDYING. ha! A decision! 1 step closer to changing my blog name! hahahaha. lame. ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love WHITE HORSE BY TAYLOR SWIFT. especially the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm not your princess, this aint a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm not the one you'll sweep of her feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lead her up the stairwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this ain't Hollywood, this is a small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause i'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this is a big world, that was a small town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there in my rear view mirrir dissappearing now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now it's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND THAT IS JUST THE TWO DIFF LYRICS! ahh... i dunno why but when i listen to songs, the first thing i hear for are the lyrics, not the melody or just the way it sounds. normally if i dont like the lyrics, i dont like the song. weird eh? and if i hear the song a few times more, i would be able to memorise the lyrics haha:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3197681048483167451?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3197681048483167451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3197681048483167451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3197681048483167451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3197681048483167451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreamy.html' title='dreamy'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3117138955827616133</id><published>2009-09-09T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:13:45.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bluurb.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bluurb.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/dreams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hiagain! sorry i am super random today. i was walking along home after training(totally drenched btw) and of course listening to my music. then i like DREAMED that alison was walking right across me! ahh haha. i don know if it was daydreaming or real.... NAH I AM KIDDING. it was daydreaming. haha. lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;do you think the music one listens to is a representation of what has experienced or wants to ? hmmm. i was told by one of my seniors before. she went through my songs then saw 'Teardrops on My Guitar' and said QUOTE eh... you know the types of songs you listen to show what you feel END QUOTE. weird. whats so wrong about that song? ok it is about i dunno teenage factuation  and stuff but i certainly have never experienced THAT before... hmmmm if it is actually true then i must have felt a lot of heartaches! hahahahaha lame. yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i need to get back to studying but i need rest too. i am SUPER tired but like i am going for tuition later..... hmmmm OHWELLS that is how it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3117138955827616133?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3117138955827616133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3117138955827616133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3117138955827616133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3117138955827616133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiagain-sorry-i-am-super-random-today.html' title=''/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-749346497159128358</id><published>2009-09-08T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:49:14.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi AGAIN. alright you must be thinking that i am lame and have TOO much time on my hands which I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; the lame part may be right but not the time part. I feel SLIGHTLY guilty today. i was supposed to go on a Physics to Excite thing at NUS today with my class but i told my teacher that day that i will go with CO on Friday instead. simply cause i did not want to miss training. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oH&lt;/span&gt; THEN GUESS WHAT training today was cancelled leaving me at home FREE. i feel guilty. i even went swimming with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;... but i did not know right????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ANYWAY. we had an AWESOME TIME today. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; and i made MANGO &amp;amp;COFFEE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ICECREAM&lt;/span&gt;!!! HOW COOL???? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. handmade. i tried it and NOT BAD! i have not even gotten a stomachache yet! PROVEN! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whoohoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. maybe we can come up with a new teenage franchise with weird ice cream flavours like LIFE-SAVERS AND &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;BLUEBERRY&lt;/span&gt;???? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; i am weird. but just think about it. EVERYTHING COULD BE RUN BY US. TEENAGERS. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. WE ARE THE KIDS OF THE FUTURE! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haah&lt;/span&gt;. lame. yet again. i hope it would not be a totally mess.... maybe we could even go WORLD! UNIVERSE! GALAXY! people would know us even though we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know them! i find this concept weird but very INTRIGUING. haha. LOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WELCOME BACK TO OUR WORLD JOY. WELCOME. REAL WORLD= LOADS OF WORK. KEEP GOING. STOP DREAMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-749346497159128358?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/749346497159128358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=749346497159128358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/749346497159128358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/749346497159128358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/lamo.html' title='lamo'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7428649383838718971</id><published>2009-09-07T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:33:24.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/PPantherHat/Emo/155.jpg" /&gt;heya. just got back from my awesome, not so much, holiday! haha we went to JB. Stayed at a resort called Palm Resort. ok i have two opinions of the place: 1. boring, nothing much to do 2. bowling is fun! hahaha sorry ok i am lame. very. anyways, when i first stepped in, it was a totally gloomy day. haha sorry i am quite random with the photo but i found it and it made me laugh. haha. anyways, it was a generally nicely decorated place, well lights looking like leaves, banners of green and yellow(weird for me!), no lights except for dusky sunlight, musky smell.... well ya you get the point. i basically felt quite lazy. haha. but at night, when we came back, it was cool all litted up PRETTY AMAZING. then we went for BOWLING! ok it is not as if i have never bowled before, but it was the first SERIOUS time:) my dad was trying to teach me and my 1st BOWLING SCORE: 59! haha. not that fantastic but OHWELLS. well then we catched Samurai Girl on Channel 5 which i have to say was quite interesting. haha. well the next morning, everyone seemed to be addicted to BOWLING so we played 2 more games. SCORES: 58(awwww) and 81! sorry i dont mean to boast, but I GOT MY FIRST PROPER STRIKE! hahaha PURE HAPPINESS. really. i started hysterically jumping and high fiving. LAME BUT GREAT. haha. anyways then we ate at secret recipes i had some black pepper chicken thig while my dad had A HUGE LAMB SHANK, something like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm277/woonyien/1330_lamb_shank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YUMMY. haha. anyways, then it was shopping. i know many girls LOVE shopping but i dont think i am that type. i find it quite tiring actually. and you know we all have this tendency when we go overseas to say that OH ITS SO CHEAP HERE UNLIKE SINGAPORE! and then we buy and buy and buy eventually you spend like twice or more the amount you spend in Singapore. WHATS THE DIFF? so ya we went to a shoe stall ahhhh A LOT OF SHOES FOR MY SIS. ya well but i wasnt amazed at the shoes, rather, the way the shoes were packed! i tell you  IT WAS UBER COOL! they were in boxes of course, except they were piled like super high one on top of another and they had this COOL mechanism that could help you take it down SUPER COOL. i wanted that in my room maybe next time. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&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/2894070718568874763-7428649383838718971?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7428649383838718971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7428649383838718971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7428649383838718971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7428649383838718971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/PPantherHat/Emo/th_155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-9186034731924379003</id><published>2009-09-05T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T04:57:29.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DELIRIOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HI! I AM SUPER UBER HAPPY TODAY!!!! really. GREAT! ookokokok. sl,al and i went for this language master competition thing and well didnt get to the top 4! hahaha. that must be weird for you right, like she didnt win so why is she happy? well the thing is, DURING the competition, I GOT A MESSAGE FROM NA!!!! ok that is not her really name, just a nickname:) AHHH ok so basically she is my ward in this angel and ward game. Basically you get letters from your angel whom you dont know and they will slowly reveal to you whoi she is! NA FOUND OUT!!! actually she smsed me last night ok QUOTE: thanks joy! aka angel:) haha END QUOTE! hahahaha HOW COOL! ah she said she will talk to me on msn ! ahahahah ok you must find me really crazy to be all obssessed over some senior girl and stuff but HEY! YOU DONT KNOW THE CONNECTION! hahahahaha AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO HAPPY. DELIRIOUS. ESTATIC. JOYOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh just after the competition, sl al and i were waiting for sl's mum so we stood outside talking when al tried to teach ushow to do the 'MJ stand on your toes' thing, when this old lady (SHES SUPER SWEET!) walked up to us and told us that sl was the tallest(WHICH SO ISNT TRUE) and she started telling us about her grandchildren and how the Jap occupation isa sensitive subject and about her life and how now there is racial harmony(she was DAMN CUTE. she put out her hand and asked us to place it on top of hers representing different races:))! SHE IS SO CUTE REALLY. it is these kind of people that really light up my days. you know sweet elderly who just care so so much about the future and their children:) it is all about being optimistic in life. the little things that help and guide you along the way:) its amazing. SIMPLICITY IS INDEED BLISS. no objections to that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oooo i did not tell you! now in the pb, i am in the WELFARE COMMITEE! UBER COOL! thought that was my 2nd choice. my first was SPECIAL PROJECTS which according to SY is a very hard commitee to get into but OH WELLS:) be happy with what you get right? BE CONTENTED. THATS THE BEST YOU CAN DO:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-9186034731924379003?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9186034731924379003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=9186034731924379003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/9186034731924379003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/9186034731924379003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/delirious.html' title='DELIRIOUS'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-4751897955261027560</id><published>2009-09-03T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T04:59:07.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heyhey hi RANDOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi again! seriously speaking, how would you feel sitting in a totally air-conditioned room, clapping your hands till they redden, and always pestering the person on your side to sit properly? hahahaha. not very good indeed. OH WELLS. i guess it had to be worth it.... haha:) but I HAD FUN ANYWAYS! :) today was kind of boring well in a fun way. there was comp studies which supposedly was supposed to be fun then NOT SO MUCH.... then well it was chinese which i had to say made me really tired... i dunno why but whenever it comes to chinese my eyes tend to close and... well i go into dreamland... NO I DONT really alomost, ALMOST. hahaha. oh it was math then PE which i ususally LOVE TO BITS but not today then langarts. haha. if i were you i would not really say it was a FANTASTIC DAY. much like a normal routine ay. i have to start studying, i always get this guilty conscience thing when i decide not to study.... that is bad right? okokokokokok TODAY I WILL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. finish studying for my oral(45min)NO DISTRACTIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. go back on computer and start physics report(45min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. math homework:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SLEEEEEEEP:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-4751897955261027560?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4751897955261027560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=4751897955261027560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4751897955261027560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4751897955261027560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/heyhey-hi-random.html' title='heyhey hi RANDOM!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2286464695443089914</id><published>2009-09-01T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:02:49.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heya:) i have been on the computer like practically the whole day so far and i am going to have to continue... i have to do some report for math regarding Internet addiction. OH THE IRONY. they expect us to go on the computer, as well as the Internet to look for info and type the report out.... it took me practically the WHOLE day. well most. i think mostly cause i was procrastinating... hehe. But seriously, we just must well go get Internet Addiction Disorder (IAD) and WE ARE WRITING ABOUT IT!!! GAH. i might as well become like Kimberly Young, a proffessional on Internet addiction. SEE???? i even remember the lady's name, her name appeared like on every site i went onto. AHHHH. okok. i guess it can be quite interesting... but the cybersexual addictions part was, i must say, pretty gross. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OH I AM LIKE UBER HAPPY. do you know ok what should i name it.... ah alison. okok ALISON added me on FB!!!! hahaha it was like a year ago and she still remembers? (only a few people read my blog and ok i think only 2 know who i am talking about )so SHHHH! hahahahah. but seriously i was like SUPER SUPER SUPER HAPPY!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh i was just surfing FB just now(procrastination haha) and i was looking through team photos, photos with friends, teachers. and i rememebered EVERY SINGLE time we took each photo. i LAUGHED. ok, its true anyone and everyone can laugh but to me, laughing is a phenomenon, a virtue. isnt it just amazing to be able to think of something, and like it sends something to your brain to make you want to open your mouth and make a weird sound? haha PURE HAPPINESS REALLY. smiling is fine, but LAUGHING IS AMAZING. it makes me think of my old primary school teacher MW(i shant name names)hehe. she sisnt allow us to laugh. WEIRD EH?? no i am seriously. like when you hear a joke you just laugh, for that matter i laugh at almost eveything so anyway, when a few of us laughed at the same time, she would shout: "NO LAUGHING! WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP LAUGHING???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha it makes me laugh just thinking of it:) okokokokok better not procrastinate any longer... GOOD TALK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2286464695443089914?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2286464695443089914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2286464695443089914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2286464695443089914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2286464695443089914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/comp.html' title='comp'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-580094121874620662</id><published>2009-08-31T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T04:17:31.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day lalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEYA!!!! ok, i am officially very unupdated... hehe. so sorry but i really havent the time! :) Anyway, HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!!!!!! aw today was AWESOME! we obviously gave out presents, and my friends and i made songs for them and put it into a disc!!! HOW SWEET RIGHT???!!!(haha self praise.) hehe, i hope they like it... i have gotten feedback already actually hehe.... IT IS THE BESTEST TEACHERS DAY PRESENT I HAVE EVER GIVEN!!! hahahahahaha. ooohhhh i went to watch GI JOE with the teachers and other prefects, the school like planned IT:) truthfully i think the show is quite OKAY.... not fantastic partially because it looks quite fake. haha. but i do know that i was kind of scared cum grossed out at the i dunno 'implanting of nano thingys' part! i like took my file and kept covering my eyes. Truth be told, I AM A SCARDECAT. i dare admit it. really. ok here's a list of things i am scared of(in no order what so ever):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. ANTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. snakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. insects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. facial shifting pictures(i just realised today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. any movies that have a number in their title(besides 17 again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. horror movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. weird looking shawdows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. blood(i dunno how i can become a doctor haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. broken limbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. faces that look gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. weird noises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ETC ETC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. just so you know, i have NEVER EVER WATCHED a horror movie in my life. AND I DONT THINK I EVER WILL... you probably see me in a different light today huh? haha:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-580094121874620662?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/580094121874620662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=580094121874620662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/580094121874620662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/580094121874620662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day-lalalala.html' title='teachers day lalalala'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-720575637356875539</id><published>2009-08-06T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:54:11.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have officially caught the LAZY bug! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha yep i am right, i do not feel like watching tv, using the compter, doing my homework... i do not even feel like SLEEPING!! haha. it is very boring at home. However, i have decided not to wallow in self pity(C.O.P.E.S) HAHA only some people know wat i am talking abou haha . haha and do my work! i have been resting so much, besides catching the dangerous flu bug, i probabaly also caught the LAZY bug! haha. i had better get that out of my system:) i just watched BRIDE WARS!! on dvd! it rocked! i think it is quite funny haha. at least i am not glued to the tele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh my bestie made a good point yesterday, you know how the h1n1 flu is also called swine flu right, so these past few days i have been resting at home, basically eating and sleeping. My bestie said (quote) WAH YOU PIG AH?? NO WONER YOU HAVE SWINE(PIG) FLU! hahaha i thought that that was quite ingenious! haaa. i would never have thought of it that way. :) at least i am more preoccupied!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh my sec2 seniors are so sweet! they were on their way to yl's house, which is a few blocks away from mine, so they walked back, they were standing on the road, and they shouted for me to come out! they asked me stuff OHOH SO SWEET! after that, my headache somehow dissappeared! WHO KNOWS?? sweetness melted my heart(and the clogs in my head)! hahahahaha i guess not only medicines do the job! hahahaha so next time you see someone sick, just do something sweet for them, maybe, give them a flower, a peck on the cheek oh maybe even a shout like YOU ROCK!!! i am sure it will melt their sicknesses away!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh they are at the park downstairs playing! hahahah i am gonna say hi:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-720575637356875539?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/720575637356875539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=720575637356875539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/720575637356875539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/720575637356875539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/lazy-bug.html' title='lazy bug'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-6837208868136702085</id><published>2009-08-04T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:12:55.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey guys again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am so so sorry for this late post... first i was on GIB trip and when i came back i fell sick and so no time to post stuff.... so so sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you know with all this h1n1 thing going on.... well when you are sick people make a huge fuss over you. it is actually quite funny. like Mrs Fern was so cute when smsing me seriously.haha. and the doctor had to send my enzymes in my throat for lab testing to see what kind of influenza i had right, so she stuck this sharp thing into my throat to get stuff out.... EW GROSS MAN seriously.. i freaked out! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i am supposed to get a cbox but i have not had the time.... dont worry i will get one! hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;staying at home away from school i guess is supposed to be fun.... but i feel bored like i have nothing to do.... but i must rest to get better hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ahhh i miss going to charis(my home church).... i have not been there for months. i made my first best friend there and even had a few things hahahahaha i shall not elaborate if not i would just be embarrassing myself. teehee. i really want to go back to visit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ahhh ok GIB WAS AWESOME!!!!! my prefect seniors were GREAT like they were so so so nice! although of couse many people fell sick at least we all had the time of our lives before that....so i guess it was MORE than worth it! haha how ironic... we got DIRTED by SOAP!!! hahaha get it! no seriously it was fun! although i really apologise to those two (sandy and peiyi) who carried me blindfolded their hands were like sweating like crazy! ahhahaha SO SO SORRY !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-6837208868136702085?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6837208868136702085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=6837208868136702085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6837208868136702085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6837208868136702085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry.html' title='sorry!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2514129175629602056</id><published>2009-07-19T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:39:03.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wondering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi again. I am wondering ... wondering real bad... GIRL OR GUY????? okok. DO NOT take it the wrong way. I am just trying to solve a BURNING mystery... HAI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am watching defining moment. It is quite depressing, i mean it is crying and crying and MORE crying... I wonder what the message of the show is... PEOPLE CRY A LOT????? hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who likes liver? Seriously, who??? ok. Maybe some people, but i dont really like it... the taste is kind of starchy and weird. OH WELL. I AM SO RANDOM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh I had chicken rice for lunch and i ate it in the car. I was supposed to wait for my dad and eat at the same time. I wanted to turn on the aircon so i turned the key. Thinking that it was perfectly fine, i sat there, in the back seat, eating a packet of PIPING hot chicken rice. And guess what, I started perspiring and perspiring and pespiring, like the whole seat i was seting on was wet. I found out that the aircon was blowing out hot air so decided to tell mydad it was spoiled later. I turned the aircon up to NO AVAIL. same result. HEAT. when my dad came back ... i told him. and well, turns out i did not turn the key all the way so i actually turned on the radio... SIGH... I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO TURN ON THE PROPER AIRCON IN THE CAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2514129175629602056?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2514129175629602056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2514129175629602056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2514129175629602056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2514129175629602056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/wondering.html' title='wondering..'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2411941631869294169</id><published>2009-07-13T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:24:11.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi i have nothing much to write about today... except.... I AM SUPER BORED!!!!! ok seriously, that is the reason why i decided to write on this blog. well let me describe my surroundings.... (SEE HOW BORED I 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;The scorching sun beats down against the dehydrated ground, dying of thirst, it somehow manages to sprout a few leaves. Shadows stealthily emerges behind you, watching for any sudden moves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Curtains tied to the left but 'shivers' quietly among the forests of books, piling so high it hides you. The cd player drones on about the monotonous tone of the evening. Dusty bookshelves makes its entrance at the middle of the table. A larva lamp glows brighly, mesirably alone admist the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shouts and screams are but hummings in your ear. Someone calls you, no response. They try again. No response. Then another time. Still no response. They stomp ontp the room and scream, it jolts you out into reality, you have come back out from your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok. i have to admit, it is 95% true. haha I shall not lie:) oh! i am clicked onto this awesome show on a deaf girl ! this time its a mandarin show HEHE it is called "speech of silence"  i love the name! HOW IRONIC! hahaha. It is truly nice. And this time, i do not like it because there are cute guys in it haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2411941631869294169?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2411941631869294169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2411941631869294169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2411941631869294169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2411941631869294169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom.html' title='boredom...'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-5331441623901213235</id><published>2009-07-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:58:09.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sipping away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sipping away. hi again. i realised that facebook aint that amzing anymore. In fact it is quite boring... hehe. I truthfully rather write 100 posts in a day than go online. haha. ps. I can just write 'hi' for each post hahahaaahhahaha:) Ok. Sorry i am super lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i aim to finish all my homework by 2pm today hehe. and guess what??? I have finished like half! WHOOPDEDOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why is the sky blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why is the grass green?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why is my bed soft?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they just are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why does the wind blow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why do the flowers grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why do the leaves rustle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they just do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why are the houses tall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why are the bees so small?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why are my books in a mess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they just are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why can the birds sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why can the phone ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why can his heart turn away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they just can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;questions... questions...questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you think you want to ask them but do you really? Do you want to know the answer? Well, CAN you know the answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Children ask questions, teenagers ask questions, adults ask questions. But when do they actually get the answer they want? DO they ever get ANSWERS??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes we ignore questions. WHY? There you go, another question :) Is it to protect yourself? (another one) Or maybe to make the person find out themselves?(another one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I like questions. But i DONT like answering some of them They are hard questions, and people arent perfect, even world renowned scientists cant anwer some of the questions above. BUT. ordinary people might be able to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&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/2894070718568874763-5331441623901213235?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5331441623901213235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=5331441623901213235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5331441623901213235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5331441623901213235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/sipping-away.html' title='sipping away...'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2201533225790630195</id><published>2009-07-10T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:59:36.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new names....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heyhi :)  oh my gosh i know that it is ultra late but oh wells! i am waiting for BOYS OVER FLOWERS to finish loading:):):) hehe ok i had better stop talking about BOF before i start rambling on and on and on... hehe like Cheekuen and Chels:) teeeheee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh yes i so total HAVE to talk about the awesome conversation kits, andrea (mabe sherlyn but she was WAY too quiet! ps. i thought i would be quiet...) and i had with someone! haha we did not get much answers but haha at least we tried!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmm.... stinray, lion, jellyjoy, pig... donkey... what do they represent huh? i guess they are just representations of the real thing... (ps. some are mine some are others.) but can anyone acually guess what they are???? for mine, only 1 ENTRUSTED friend knows... secret names for secret things... NICE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just simply LOVE talking about STUFF. what kind of suff? You go figure. hehe. i feel really secretive today... its so fun as if you are trying to hide something from someone. hehehe its fun.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh YES! i can finally sleep late tonight! what time is my (or rather my mum's) late? 1 am. teehee. Alright i am sure many of the non-existent readers will be like : WHAT????!!! SERIOUSLY? 1am???????? hahaha. oh wells. At least i can slack tmr. no training, no tuition,  VERY LITTLE HOMEWORK!!!!! whooohoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hehehahah. boredom.ladida... oohohohohohohohooooooooooooo! i know what to write about! I just went to pick out a new pair of spectacles! yaye! it is full frame brown and the sides are orange! it is quite sombre.... but I LOVVE IT! :) cant wait to get it. there were so many to try on ! my sis and mum actually picked out  so soso many COLOURFUL AND FUNKY SPECS but i think they looked too gaudy :) tee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2201533225790630195?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2201533225790630195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2201533225790630195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2201533225790630195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2201533225790630195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-names.html' title='new names....'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7633738959790924161</id><published>2009-07-05T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:30:58.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid phoooonnney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi again! i am super frustrated with my stupid phone. SIGH it keeps hanging whenever i receive messages or send them out ! i cannot believe it. Truthfully, it has only been with me for 1 year. i even remember THE EXACT DAY AND TIME: on my birthday; right after our tournament! hahaha. my dad says maybe i should change it, i dont know. i am sure if anyone had a chance to change their phone to a totally new one, they would grab it STRAIGHT AWAY! actually i would too... but the thing is, i feel that it is quite wasted, i mean seriously, 1 YEAR???? of course theere are people out there who change their phone unreasonably like twice a year???? (HAHA i am not pointed fingers at no one!) you know what, i did not actually CHOOSE my phone, my parents chose it for me, i think there was some like promotion thing for 1 month only for a special phone. i have to say, my phone is quite unique, so far a have not seen it on the streets yet. But if my parents were to ask me to choose one, i would say anything or take A SUPER LONG TIME TO DECIDE!!! well.... what can you say,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I&lt;em&gt; AM&lt;/em&gt; AFTER ALL, SITTING ON THE FENCE GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;hahahaa it does go with my pen name doesnt it????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-7633738959790924161?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7633738959790924161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7633738959790924161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7633738959790924161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7633738959790924161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupid-phoooonnney.html' title='stupid phoooonnney'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-8040627210322178631</id><published>2009-07-03T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:23:34.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no training = boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;no training=boredom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it is SO true! of course &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; others might not agree...haha but well, it is like normally i am ultra busy and i still manage to finish my homework and now... i finish my work at like what? 3??? of gosh... haha. there is no training next week too... i kind of miss training though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today the minister of education came to our school. and he visited our class but some of us did not get to see him... AFTER WE PAINSTAKINGLY WENT THROUGH RE-DECORATING THE NOTICEBOARD????!!!!!! haha ok maybe not totally painstakingly but close! we even got chased out of the classroom... sigh... ok ok ok STOP COMPLAINING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hi again. just walked out of my complaining world... hi. ohohoh!! i have something to tell you! i met this old old friend that sat next to me in tuition like in p4??? oh my gosh ! that friend looks so much skinnier and taller!!!! haha i wonder if that friend recognises me... haha. we were good friends back then ok???!!!!!! hahahahahaha. at least now i look forward to tuition :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-8040627210322178631?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8040627210322178631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=8040627210322178631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8040627210322178631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8040627210322178631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-training-boredom.html' title='no training = boredom.'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2496106348038720520</id><published>2009-06-24T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:34:50.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>watching dramas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heyhi again ahh i am super addicted to boys over flowers! haha well chelsea lent me the dvds so i watched it from like 10pm to 2am last night and 11am to 2.30pm today, haha so crazy. but if there is one thing i notice about why its so addictive, its because well to me, i imagine myself as jandi or well the lead character... haha imagine if that actually happened to you, so romantic, amazing haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have homework to finish but i am kind of lazy... i plan to finish them by tomorrow tee hee. i truthfully never expected to finish them so late haha. LAZYNESS just so you know, i purposely spelt it wrongly haha just like : the pursuit of happyness... AHHH i love that show. i cried haha sad eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well oh yes i am supposed to write about boredom and COMPLAIN how miserable i am at home.. haha so here goes.... oh wait before i go on... BRACE YOURSELVES!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is surf the net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is watch BOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is try on sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is stuff chips in my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is stare out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is wish i could play badminton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is think about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is look through my inbox messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is do stupid dances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is play with my niece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is lie on the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is study the street directory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is scratch myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is think about what to wear 2 days later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is sort out my clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is hear the door open and close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is watch birds fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is shake my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is sms my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is dream of a new phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all i do is look at an ant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;got enough?? well there is still lots more to write:) by the way it is 99.099999% true. not fully haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok now back to my boring days see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2496106348038720520?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2496106348038720520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2496106348038720520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2496106348038720520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2496106348038720520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/watching-dramas.html' title='watching dramas'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-6293262155073556592</id><published>2009-06-11T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:17:21.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO GO OUT!!! i sound like a deprived little girl haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heyhiheyhi I WANT TO GO OUT!!!!!! no seriously i do. it is like super boring at home what is there to do? homework. interesting huh? well, at least i can get rid of all the homework i have by today! Whoohoo. I actually could have gone out today but it was just for lunch so i did not want to sacrifice finishing my homework just for a lunch. well so far hmmm let us see what i have left to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. chinese newspaper report (it kinda sucks because i cannot find a suitable chinese newspaper article)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. journal entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. one book report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. chinese practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which... if i follow my timetable.... that is, i would be able to finish by approximately 6pm! not bad heh? of course there is studying and revising to do but i think i will bring that to my holiday. haha. besides we are going to Phuket and unless you are a ACTION person... you would just swim, laze around and relax. No but seriously, there are not many things to do there... i certainly would NOT want to try jumping from a cliff or falling from the sky with nothing but a plastic mechanism tied to my back. no way. no way. well swimming is fun! right?? well, then i would turn all black again cause of the sun. Someone ever mistook me for a Malay. really. but well i cannot blame her... i was almost black :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I probably would not be writing for a while as i will be on holiday, unless of course i get to sneak my mum's computer into the toilet... hehe well i doubt i will have the guts to do that :) well, my rest time is over... need to finish my work! wish me luck:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-6293262155073556592?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6293262155073556592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=6293262155073556592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6293262155073556592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6293262155073556592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-go-out-i-sound-like-deprived.html' title='I WANT TO GO OUT!!! i sound like a deprived little girl haha'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2473356882520467403</id><published>2009-06-09T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:59:18.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quirky sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whistle....whistle...whistle. that is seriously all i can hear... ahhhh irritating. it has to be a bird unless of course its that annoying boy from 1 level up... ok. i have to tell you what he does. while i am trying to PEACEFULLY finish my work, he shouts something that sounds like my name. but of course i seriously doubt that that is my name. no one knows my name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try finishing a cup of water, do you get hungrier? i do, weird huh? now i am drinking from the mcdonalds cup thing. haha. i have TWO! one pinnk and the other purple. MY 2 FAVOURITE COLOURS. hahahaha gosh i only paid 5 bucks for it all----the upsized drinks fries. wow heaven haha. it was lunch hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love swimming but there are some really inconsiderate people around... i went to the civil service club cause my sister is a teacher, and just for your informationl, it ISNT a public swimming pool. this lady kind of let her daughter go aroung bottomless(haha that sounds wrong) or ok without any shorts or undies. and pee at the washing area in front of the pool. you know those that are meant for you to rinse yourself before going in? yea those sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2473356882520467403?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2473356882520467403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2473356882520467403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2473356882520467403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2473356882520467403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/quirky-sounds.html' title='quirky sounds'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-689875308604165278</id><published>2009-06-05T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:25:12.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laugter at KAP a.k.a king albert park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahaahahahahahaha hi. well if you were at KAP today, you would probably have noticed or rather heard 3 girls laughing like crazy and my guess is you would have laughed along. haha i cannot really tell you what we were laughing about... okay since no one actually reads my blog... we were laughing about shit. haha seriously... well experiences of shit. haha. it just cracked me up:) i laughed till my stomach hurt... and it hurt real bad haha. i think i would have probably gained more muscles in my stomach than when i go for training haha. i took like 20mins to get home... but well i am happy that i have finally finished the bigger part of my homework haha. i could have finished ALL my homework by today if not for going out to KAP. well... IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT! haha relaxation time. Come to think of it, it is quite ironic... i mean &lt;em&gt;you are at a fast FOOD restaurant and there we are talking about something like that haha funny. This is totally random but i hear people singing the HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG!!! well happy birthday to whoever's bithday that is haha :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-689875308604165278?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/689875308604165278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=689875308604165278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/689875308604165278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/689875308604165278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/laugter-at-kap-aka-king-albert-park.html' title='laugter at KAP a.k.a king albert park'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3586506937592631110</id><published>2009-06-01T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:46:14.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog new title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey hey well as you can already see, i've got a new blogskin! THANKS TO FAITH!!! ok anyway... it looks so... simple, peaceful etc. well i guess that is why i picked it in the first place. ;) simplicity is bliss... it indeed is... in such a hectic world isnt it so important to go back to ourself and stop trying to be someone we are not? we should be happy with who and what we are but well some people just arent. sad... this is so complicated... haha. well june holiday does not really feel like one with the workload put on us. basically i think we just have the freedom to choose when to do what and learn how to prioritise. i hope to finish all my work before friday. IT IS POSSIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sitting on the fence girl &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3586506937592631110?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3586506937592631110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3586506937592631110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3586506937592631110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3586506937592631110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blog-new-title.html' title='new blog new title'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2853413120927907263</id><published>2009-05-25T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:16:10.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random seriously random</title><content type='html'>haha it is as if i just realised i have a blog but seriously, WHO READS THIS ANYWAY??? haha i guess this is just where i post my stupid thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hear people upstairs singing along to 'no boundaries'. seriously, i know they love that song and all but HELLO???? did they go purposely buy the cd or replay the show over and over aagain? i mean I LOVE THE SONG AND SHOW BUT I DONT DO THAT. fyi, that is the winning song that KRIS ALLEN nad adam lambert sang. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to be doing my yue ji now but i am just too tired. i just had an interview today and oh my, instead of saying 'coach', i said 'prefect'! and plus they do not even sound alike.so in the end the interviewers started laughing. and well if you dont want to be LAUGHED AT, you must well LAUGH WITH them. so that is what i did. turned out quite funny. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know if i should be happy or not, but we are going out to eat... i am at least i don not have to stay cooped up here but it is VERY HOT today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 lovingherlife, or as some others call me, happyteo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai... gotta study see you whenever i remember that i have a blog again. tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2853413120927907263?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2853413120927907263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2853413120927907263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2853413120927907263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2853413120927907263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-seriously-random.html' title='random seriously random'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7534944198208319788</id><published>2009-05-23T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:24:58.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heyhey hi RANDOM!</title><content type='html'>heya! seriously long since i have written! haha well latest update:  KRIS WON AMERICAN IDOL!!!!!!! WHOOOHOO haha KRIS rocks man! yea haha. of course, i cannot deny that adam is a good singer but i just think Kris is MUCH BETTER! more talented hahahahahahahahahaha apparently a lot of people are quite unhappy and shocked. haha it was said somewhere that simon was not happy and had a glum look on his face... oh well. i guess he pinned his hopes on adam. apparently it was the same last year... he wanted DAVID ARCHULETTA to win but cook won instead haha i sound as if i am reporting the AMERICAN IDOL news or something. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the american idol and HSM craze in me has passed now i have a totally new craze! ok this might not seem suprising but I LOVE BOYS OVER FLOWERS!!! just for those who have no clue, well it is the HOTTEST korean drama ever! it is a little like the chinese F4 show last time haha. well IT ROCKS hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired. enrichment week is over and i have to study for 2 tests, chem and math... oh well... SECONDARY SCHOOL LIFE haha ok gtg SEE YA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rocking:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-7534944198208319788?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7534944198208319788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7534944198208319788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7534944198208319788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7534944198208319788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/heyhey-hi-random.html' title='heyhey hi RANDOM!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2681222308036446410</id><published>2009-03-06T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:53:07.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hm....what to write here...</title><content type='html'>hi, this time i really have no reason for writing..... HOPE MY BLOG DOES NOT DIE ahhhhaaaa. i have a math test on tuesday, i really hope i do well in it.... ohhhhhhh..... i know....... (lightbulb) I AM READING THE NINTH BOOK OF THE PRINCESS DIARIES!!!! it totally rocks man. i really dont know why some people dont like it. they say it is boring. (like my best friend).... haha went for badminton training this morning... tiring but glad i went haha HOW IRONIC . i am super happy that i have finally finshed my chinese journal have to print it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHOOT!!!! NO PAPER AHHHHHHHHHHH&gt;...... haha. seriously, i think mr sim should stop putting our science notes as a slide per page. it is really frustrating. i mean. there was one topic with 55 pages!!!! i even tried priting two slides on one piece of paper... but my paper still ran out!!!! gosh. and one more thing WHY CANT HE PUT IT ON POWERPOINT INSTEAD OF STUPID ADOBE!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhh. freaking out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving her life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2681222308036446410?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2681222308036446410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2681222308036446410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2681222308036446410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2681222308036446410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmwhat-to-write-here.html' title='hm....what to write here...'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-4216754951469982784</id><published>2009-02-27T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:33:08.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no malacca just the GREAT SCBT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hey guys, well like you saw... no malacca trip with the other sec 1s, i was only stuck with the SCBT......... THEY ROCKED!!!! i am pretty sure that the time i spent with them rocked much more then if i went to malacca. after seeing all of the malacca trip pictures on fb, i realised they too had loads of fun..... WELL&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;NOT that i did not love it before.. just luch more now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;truthfully i do not know how to explain it but something just makes me feel like they/we are really bonded and i know we will stay this way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;AHHH what has happened to me???? why am i so MUSHY???? haha anyway i am happy that my friends had a good time at malacca:) they all rock too... apparenly, some quite disturbing things happened there and after hearing it from Chelsea, i realised i am quite fortunate that that was not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;now i am waiting &lt;em&gt;on the world to change&lt;/em&gt;, haha just kidding, i am waiting for my bio power point slides to download. then i can study!!!!! ahhhh there it is.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;HOLD ON......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oppsies got togo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVING HER LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-4216754951469982784?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4216754951469982784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=4216754951469982784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4216754951469982784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4216754951469982784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-malacca-just-great-scbt.html' title='no malacca just the GREAT SCBT'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-5174528313373024394</id><published>2009-02-14T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:29:01.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyhey</title><content type='html'>hihi sorry have not been writing for quite a long time.. hehe. no time i guess. UPDATES!!!! i do not know why i am updating but nevermind....&lt;br /&gt;1. in 1SY&lt;br /&gt;2. LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;3. Sec school life is .... kinda stressful alright.. different...&lt;br /&gt;4. in badminton, shocking huh?&lt;br /&gt;5. wish i could go to malacca with my friends...&lt;br /&gt;6. i am tired...&lt;br /&gt;i guess that you can say that it si all. making myself wait for so long is not right... WHAT DID I SAY? sorry i am ranting. I do not know what to say haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today we had a pep talk by our senoirs they told us our good and bad points, i am so HAPPY that i did not have much bad ones... hehe/ YAY YAY YAY haha. then it was training which might just be alright even thiugh we did not do much...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya&lt;br /&gt;making myself happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-5174528313373024394?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5174528313373024394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=5174528313373024394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5174528313373024394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5174528313373024394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/heyhey.html' title='heyhey'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2458070282855019202</id><published>2008-12-28T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:48:41.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLAIRE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVhHXob6I1I/AAAAAAAAABw/pnbw0DYTEjE/s1600-h/Baby+%26+JapanDec2008+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285052634036314962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVhHXob6I1I/AAAAAAAAABw/pnbw0DYTEjE/s200/Baby+%26+JapanDec2008+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVhHW645zpI/AAAAAAAAABo/yMxN7l4V2V8/s1600-h/Baby+%26+JapanDec2008+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285052621809897106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVhHW645zpI/AAAAAAAAABo/yMxN7l4V2V8/s200/Baby+%26+JapanDec2008+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVhHW4IuKvI/AAAAAAAAABg/KuEPLGeI7YU/s1600-h/Claire%27s+pics+4+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285052621070936818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVhHW4IuKvI/AAAAAAAAABg/KuEPLGeI7YU/s200/Claire%27s+pics+4+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MORE PICTURES!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2458070282855019202?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2458070282855019202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2458070282855019202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2458070282855019202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2458070282855019202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/claire.html' title='CLAIRE!!!!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVhHXob6I1I/AAAAAAAAABw/pnbw0DYTEjE/s72-c/Baby+%26+JapanDec2008+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7421041942133956802</id><published>2008-12-28T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:35:57.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAITING FOR SCHOOL TO OPEN!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok you may think that i am kinda weird wanting school ( esp sec sch) to open. But well i have to say that i am &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;excited. i mean imagine moving on to a different phase in life you know being one step closer to your future. i mean isn't that cool????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I mean new books new environment new.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALMOST EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;CRAZY HUH???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i am kinda getting bored of waking up every morning at exactly 8.30 ( i totally don know why i can wake up by myself especially that early) and listening to my ipod( trying to put myself back to sleep ) but to no avail. Then eating whatever yummy food my parents buy for me from the market. and did i mention watching television ( mostly&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; ellen degeneres or disney channel&lt;/span&gt; at 9 or so) &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;BORING!!!&lt;/span&gt; haha then i would probably do some sewing or cross stitching or go online &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BORING LIFE HUH???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;of course some days ( ok most days) i have to go for badminton ( at least i think that that is exciting haha) oh well ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;STILL IN WAIT......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-7421041942133956802?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7421041942133956802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7421041942133956802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7421041942133956802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7421041942133956802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting-for-school-to-open.html' title='WAITING FOR SCHOOL TO OPEN!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-458107506811591209</id><published>2008-12-27T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:12:49.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>see pic???? SHE rocks!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVX_aXzEcFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IDqFqTsowdY/s1600-h/Claire+pics+Jan+-+Nov+2008+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVX_aXzEcFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IDqFqTsowdY/s200/Claire+pics+Jan+-+Nov+2008+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284410566319042642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVX_aG9KIMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/knkNDru8tSo/s1600-h/Claire+pics+Jan+-+Nov+2008+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVX_aG9KIMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/knkNDru8tSo/s200/Claire+pics+Jan+-+Nov+2008+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284410561797955778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;guess who she is!!!! the fist pic!!!! well, i guess you know: SHE IS CLAIRE!!!!!!!! haha wanna see more cutie cutie pictures???? here you go!!!!&lt;br /&gt; cute isn't she??? there are SO MANY MORE PICS OF HER!!! will slowly show you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-458107506811591209?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/458107506811591209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=458107506811591209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/458107506811591209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/458107506811591209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/see-pic-she-rocks.html' title='see pic???? SHE rocks!!!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SVX_aXzEcFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IDqFqTsowdY/s72-c/Claire+pics+Jan+-+Nov+2008+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-1752779855300485645</id><published>2008-12-22T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:55:47.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer... a first experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i just went to watch soccer with my dad and uncle. it was sin against Vietnam.. too bad,,, sin lost 0-1.... hai. but i am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REALLY SURPRISED&lt;/span&gt;... wait wrong word, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/span&gt; at the spectator's responses. like my uncle said: " &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i come to watch soccer partially for the soccer game itself and partially for the spectators. they are entertainment too&lt;/span&gt;!" haha. how funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They shouted f words at the referee for not giving the Vietnam team a yellow card when they injured the Singapore team's player. sigh. and at the end of the game they were really bad sports, saying that the referee was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;kaiyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; ( i think that is how you spell it...) I guess i like to believe that it is love for their country....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;secondly, i am also really shocked at the way that the players reacted. They Vietnamese players ( i think) faked injuries just to stall for time or to make the other team get a yellow card. i think that it was quite obvious. haha. there was one player that.... hai. i shall not say it... it just makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; thinking of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-1752779855300485645?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1752779855300485645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=1752779855300485645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/1752779855300485645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/1752779855300485645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/soccer-first-experience.html' title='soccer... a first experience'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-8279313775015655605</id><published>2008-12-22T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:16:00.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW IPOD NAno!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOING CRAZY&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yup. that is me..... I GOT MY NEW IPOD NANO!!!!! crazy rocking!!!! it is pink!!!! haha. i am so happy cause i got songs AND PHOTOS inside!!!!! AHAHHHHHHHH hahahahahaha crazy rocking!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-8279313775015655605?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8279313775015655605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=8279313775015655605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8279313775015655605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8279313775015655605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-ipod-nano.html' title='NEW IPOD NAno!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2175970803340475528</id><published>2008-11-25T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:09:43.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO DARK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Heya!! i just went swimming and now i am almost 'Malay'.... seriously, my skin turned totally dark. every time i swim it is like that. maybe my skin is prone to getting a very BAD tan. haha. wonder if anyone can regconise me now. duh!! haha. ok then!!! BYE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2175970803340475528?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2175970803340475528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2175970803340475528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2175970803340475528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2175970803340475528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-dark.html' title='SO DARK!!!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-8620505233116809255</id><published>2008-11-19T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:45:31.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results day.</title><content type='html'>hey hey hey!!! RESULTS DAY TODAY!!! ok, don't get me wrong or anything, i am happy with my results and everything, but it is not like i am GONNA ANNOUNCE IT TO THE WORLD!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GET MY DOG!!!! at least. ok my mum said that if i get a certain mark or above, i will get a dog!!! hey, i am not stupid, i willl not tell you that 'certain mark' cause then you will raftly know my marks!!! hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i came up with some stuff this morning with Chelsea while smsing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.GTGOOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.LAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand for????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the ans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got To Get Out Of Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Legs And Arms All Aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy and Hyper Animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.at that time i needed to get out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the day before i played badminton so inevitably, my legs and arms were all aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. this one is a long story... ok sometimes i tend to be REALLY REALLY hyper (ok. it is not like i get sugar-high or something)so Chelsea calls it EHD a.k.a Excessive Hyper Disorder! haha. so I am a Happy And Hyper Animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. come up with some!!! and put it in a comment or in the tag box all the way below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-8620505233116809255?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8620505233116809255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=8620505233116809255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8620505233116809255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/8620505233116809255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/results-day.html' title='Results day.'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-7801538265935282473</id><published>2008-11-15T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:31:50.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hey hey hey!!I JUST CAME BACK FROM A WONDERFUL HOLIDAY TO LANGKAWII!!!!! haha. let me tell you about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did not exactly live on langkawii island but instead on another island off langkawii called Rebak Island. our hotel was called rebak island resort. haha. from the mainland, we had to take a ferri across the sea to the other island. ah... the wind in my hair, the smell of petrol..(yuck!) and the sight of still, sparkling waters made me just soooooo relaxed... ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot, from the airport to the jetty, a worker from the resort picked us up and even offered us cold towels!! talk about SERVICE!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached to resort, the sight of many many yatchs greeted us.... so people actually stay on the boats... haha.&lt;br /&gt;will continue..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-7801538265935282473?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7801538265935282473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=7801538265935282473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7801538265935282473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/7801538265935282473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday.html' title='HOLIDAY!!!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-5468006098003254449</id><published>2008-11-05T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:19:20.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM3 ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HSM3 ROCKS!!!!! duh!after the show, i could not stop rambling on about it. seriously!! highly recomended!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-5468006098003254449?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5468006098003254449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=5468006098003254449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5468006098003254449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/5468006098003254449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/hsm3-rocks.html' title='HSM3 ROCKS!!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-1351883992076334117</id><published>2008-11-05T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:38:45.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCUMENT MY BOREDOM??? SURE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hi. so ms chia asked us to document our boredom for this is most likely a once in a lifetime chance, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;first i wake up at around 10am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel the very first aches of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;laze around in bed and daydream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i decide to GET OUT OF BED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;then i brush my teeth, wash my face( stuff like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i switch on the tv to watch my favourite chinese drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;that is while i eat my carrot cake( bought by my parents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the watching of tv goes on all the way till about 12 or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;that is when boredom really sets in......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is when i tug myself to my sister's room and take the comp...&lt;br /&gt;i go onto my blog and write some posts...&lt;br /&gt;EATING TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;that is probably one of the best time of day now that i don't have many things to do.....haha&lt;br /&gt;i then go onto youtube an watch the suite life on deck&lt;br /&gt;then i feel my eyes close slowly.. my neck ache...and my head slowly shutting down&lt;br /&gt;i grab a towel and  put loads of ice in it....&lt;br /&gt;then... i make myself all WET!!!( with ice)&lt;br /&gt;casually i play the piano...&lt;br /&gt; and maybe rea some books&lt;br /&gt;so on and so forth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;'without school... LIFE IS BORING!' a quote from the one and only JOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-1351883992076334117?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1351883992076334117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=1351883992076334117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/1351883992076334117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/1351883992076334117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/document-my-boredom-sure.html' title='DOCUMENT MY BOREDOM??? SURE!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-6546064894879292254</id><published>2008-11-02T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:36:16.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the people i adore... not that much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hey again. the people i adore are quite visible.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; just look on your left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*selena gomez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*demi lavato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* vanessa anne hudgens!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;of course there are many more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;maybe i will change those pictures someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;they all have one thing in common:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; THEY ARE SOOOOO PRETTY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; come on. you guys have to agree with me on this matter. right?? it is so totally true!! I mean just stare closely at them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but people have their weaknesses too, OBVIOUSLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; like vanessa anne hudgens , i totally do not support the fact that she posed nude!! that is out of the quuestion here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but so far selena and demi have been pure?? should be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SEE YA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-6546064894879292254?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6546064894879292254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=6546064894879292254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6546064894879292254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/6546064894879292254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-i-adore-not-that-much.html' title='the people i adore... not that much...'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-3418559054490847393</id><published>2008-11-02T21:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:26:24.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY WISH IS GRANTED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I AM GOING TO WATCH HSM33333 sorry i mean 3. haha if there were that many movies i would never be able to finsh watching them.and the song writer might die before even finshing the 55th movie. haha. as i was saying.... I AM GOING TO WATCH HSM3 yayyayayayayayay!!! MY sis is going to bring me out today. this reminds me of something really stupid that i did the last time she brought me out to the movies.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ok. so she asked me in a sms to go by bus and meet her at the plaza sing bus stop. me, a person who makes a lot of assumptions... only saw the word plaza and not sing. so instead. i went to lucky plaza. and everybody knows that the is no cinema in lucky plaza. at that point in time, i was obviously really suspicious. but the oh-so-trusting me, stayed there for about 15 min before calling my sis. she just sighed and asked me  to meet her at plaza sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;we all know that there are a 101 buses to plaza sing from lucky plaza( i am exaggerating) but the stupid me instead waited and waited and waited for 171 or 700 to come!!! how stupid can i be????????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;( don't comment on that question)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt; i really hope that history does not repeat itself haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-3418559054490847393?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3418559054490847393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=3418559054490847393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3418559054490847393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/3418559054490847393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-wish-is-granted.html' title='MY WISH IS GRANTED!!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-4541728585331465433</id><published>2008-11-02T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:05:50.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be the 'sitting on the fence' girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I may be the 'sitting on the fence' girl but this time ......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i HAVE MADE UP MY MIND!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I AM GOING TO SCGS!!!!! must must must!! no one is gonna stop me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;( hehe. i sound like a lunatic) that does not matter. I WANT TO GO TO SC!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ok cool down.cool down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my parents are worried that i would not be treated well( by my seniors) hai. i hope not. ok. at least they are getting better. YAY!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-4541728585331465433?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4541728585331465433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=4541728585331465433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4541728585331465433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/4541728585331465433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-may-be-sitting-on-fence-girl.html' title='I may be the &apos;sitting on the fence&apos; girl...'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2894070718568874763.post-2568215034186606100</id><published>2008-10-31T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:14:15.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey peeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YAY!! I got a new blog!!! wonder why it is called 'sitting on the fence girl' ???? well, cause i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;undecided and never usually make a choice!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the coolest thing is, the blog is my favourite colour!! YAYAYAYAYAYAY except there is no purple. hehe. see ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2894070718568874763-2568215034186606100?l=sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2568215034186606100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2894070718568874763&amp;postID=2568215034186606100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2568215034186606100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2894070718568874763/posts/default/2568215034186606100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingonthefencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-peeps.html' title='hey peeps!'/><author><name>loving her life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02418689705351198152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCAkrLP4gyI/SZERpyqTZeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/l1XpLTdOJ2I/s1600-R/vanessa_anne_hudgens_1196472748.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
