<?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-37801196</id><updated>2011-10-11T00:01:07.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the voracity (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>540</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-591260313310658506</id><published>2011-02-17T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:14:44.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So handsome hehehe</title><content type='html'>I have a new school girl crush on Taecyeon all over again ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-591260313310658506?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/591260313310658506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-handsome-hehehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/591260313310658506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/591260313310658506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-handsome-hehehe.html' title='So handsome hehehe'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-273989264978639197</id><published>2011-02-12T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:57:37.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't scrimp on the little things</title><content type='html'>A pleasant surprise came delivered in person today. It was so pretty and seeing how Kenny was holding the bouquet of flowers in his hands made my heart melt....(so cliche but it's true!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I'm a huge fan of flowers, because like all living things they die (and a little too quickly if you ask me), yet no matter how some girls say they don't like to receive them, we all know that deep inside them, there's a part which adores the attention and enjoys the beauty that flowers bring with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say they don't like it because they try to convince themselves that it’s all right not to receive them. But take it from me, if you have the money to spend, spoil the one you love with flowers. It doesn't have to be a big bouquet, it could be a single stalk and even if their face only lights up for that few minutes upon receipt, I'd say, it’s worth every single penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;to keep things short and sweet, I LOVE YOU &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-273989264978639197?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/273989264978639197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/02/don-scrimp-on-little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/273989264978639197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/273989264978639197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/02/don-scrimp-on-little-things.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t scrimp on the little things'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-7045059739719862017</id><published>2011-02-03T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:51:48.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thought catalogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can date someone in the summertime when it’s too hot to have rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This person might not make sense in February when you’re wearing thick coats and eating too much, but they’ll fit in nicely at a Fourth of July barbecue or a pool party. Your bodies will stick together in the heat and sometimes having sex will be the grossest activity you can think of, but you’ll do it anyway. You’ll understand what it means to be in a “summer mood”, how you can spend three months taking a break from your real life to make out, wear provocative clothing and drink too many margaritas. Your skin will be sun kissed, sand will stick between your toes and you’ll feel kinda sexy. When you start wearing cardigans and throwing yourself back into your work, your summer lover will fade away and the romance will live on as some kind of lost weekend at the beach. That’s okay though. Those who can love you in the summer have a difficult time doing so any other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can date someone who loves you more than you love them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They’ll look at you with complete adoration and hang their jaw in a droopy way that strikes you as charming. You’ll be more goal-driven, more structured and they’ll teach you how to let go and feel worshipped. The inequity in love will be immediately apparent, but you’ll convince yourself that you’re just falling in love with them very, very slowly. After a certain amount of time, you’ll realize it won’t be possible and this swirl of guilt, anger and sadness will develop inside of you. You’ll look at their smitten face and want to spit in it. You’ll act ugly and hate yourself for not knowing how to love them back. There are certain people who are meant to have their hearts broken and there are certain people who are meant to break hearts. You’re not sure which is worse.You can date someone who will treat you like shit. They’ll be a Scorpio or a sociopath and have an intoxicating energy that’ll suck you in. After a few months, you’ll have completely lost yourself, making excuses for their awful behavior and telling your friends, “You just don’t know them like I do.” Even though you know it’s bullshit and hate yourself, those rare moments of tenderness will keep you involved and make it feel worth it. Hopefully, you’ll hit a wall with this person and tire of the emotional manipulation, abuse and misery. You’ll make a clean break and feel like you’ve woken up from a nightmare. Later, people will tell you that “everyone has that type of person in their life at some point. You know, the kind that abuses you and leaves you wanting the next kick.” Hearing this is supposed to make you feel better about everything. Or maybe it’s not. It’s hard to tell. What you do know is that you’ll never blame yourself for what happened. You’ll always blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can date someone who’s more attractive than you and marvel at their perfect body and porcelain skin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Their clavicle is just so exquisite, isn’t it? Love them most when they’re naked and they’ll love you most when you’re clothed. You might be smarter than them, have more warmth, empathy and intuition, but somehow you’ll end up feeling like the inadequate one. Everyone stares at you when you’re out together thinking, “What are they doing with that?” At least that’s what you’ll assume they’re thinking. Dating someone so beautiful has made you completely paranoid and insecure. Even though the beautiful person has reassured you of their love, it won’t be enough and you’ll stop dating them because you don’t want to feel like a gargoyle anymore. You’ll miss their clavicle most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can date someone who has never been in love before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They’ll remind you of teen love and it will be absolutely delightful. They’ll say weird intense things without knowing how weird and intense they are and make grand sweeping gestures of their love for you. They haven’t been ruined yet, haven’t discovered how cruel people can be and how much they can disappoint you. You’ll inevitably be that person for them though. Through some sort of love osmosis, they’ll inherit your bitterness and broken hearts when you start to show the slightest bit of disinterest. When they leave, you won’t ever be sure if dating them was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You can date someone who would be a good father or mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Admire them for their nurturing capabilities and wonder if you’d be a good parent. Leave them when you stop wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can date someone who’s right for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They’ll have a normal clavicle, make sense year-round, been in love before, take care of you when you’re sick, be occasionally passive-aggressive, want kids, sometimes disappoint you, love you, hate you, love you again. You won’t worry about who’s the cuter one or who loves the other one more. It just won’t cross your mind, which is when you know the love has longevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you date aren’t necessarily the people you end up loving and that’s okay. There will be different kinds of people who enter your life at certain times. You date someone who hates you when you hate yourself. Afterwards, you date someone who loves you too much to make it all better. The goal is to eventually have your shit sorted out so you can love someone just because they’re lovely and make you happy. That’s it. I love you; you love me. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell complicated it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-7045059739719862017?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/7045059739719862017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought-catalogue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/7045059739719862017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/7045059739719862017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought-catalogue.html' title='The thought catalogue'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3062430529458167164</id><published>2011-01-30T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:59:07.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>[Lee Kuan Yew] also defended the policy of promoting marriage between highly-educated Singaporeans, a policy seen by critics as a form of social engineering, and dismissed the notion of love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“People get educated, the bright ones rise, they marry equally well-educated spouses. The result is their children are likely to be smarter than the children of those who are gardeners,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a fact of life. You get a good mare, you don’t want a dud stallion to breed with your good mare. You get a poor foal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are “attracted by physical characteristics” may regret it, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This coming from a man who has a cancer stricken son and an albino grandson. FUCK YOUR ELITIST GENE POOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eletheowl.tumblr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3062430529458167164?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3062430529458167164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3062430529458167164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3062430529458167164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-2575155801427891752</id><published>2011-01-25T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:43:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On BKK</title><content type='html'>Some of the things that I do not miss: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) coming back to the hotel with dirty black feet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the horrible traffic jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) cab/tuktuk drivers who are always out to scam us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) getting kicked out of the cab because the driver was too lazy to make a u-turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) air pollution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-2575155801427891752?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/2575155801427891752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-bkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2575155801427891752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2575155801427891752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-bkk.html' title='On BKK'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-9191570007620214700</id><published>2011-01-24T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T01:11:59.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night in BKK</title><content type='html'>Two things that I'll definitely miss: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) insane amount of shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) all the cheap good food (!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-9191570007620214700?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/9191570007620214700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-night-in-bkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/9191570007620214700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/9191570007620214700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-night-in-bkk.html' title='Last night in BKK'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5085388884646549281</id><published>2011-01-22T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:40:34.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad knows best!</title><content type='html'>Me:	Dad, how can I be sure if a guy really likes me or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: If a guy really likes you, he would do whatever it takes to be yours. You see, there are two kinds of "being interested". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is, when a guy likes you but has his heart open to other girls. This is the kind that isn't so serious about being serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kind of "being interested" is the kind that I want a guy to be interested in you. This is the kind whose eyes are set on you, and only you. No other girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that sends you those long text messages on how much he means to you, gives you goodmorning and goodnight calls telling you to have a good day and to have sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy really wants to you to be his, he wouldn't be ashamed to introduce you his friends and even better, his family. I would want you to have a guy that when he looks into my daughter's eyes, he feels like he doesn't belong anywhere else but your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--whygodmadegirls.tumblr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5085388884646549281?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5085388884646549281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/dad-knows-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5085388884646549281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5085388884646549281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/dad-knows-best.html' title='Dad knows best!'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5195228177080810961</id><published>2011-01-18T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:01:45.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>"How do you know if you really love someone? I mean, what is love? Many people have different relationships before they find the one they truly love, while some stay with their first loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that you can love somebody, give your all, want to spend your life with her and one day, it ends and you move and find another eventually, wanting the same thing with the next her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I often find first loves amazing, those that stay with each other. But then again there are so many heartaches that life brings us that we don’t expect. And we have to move on isn’t it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I question, how is to truly feel like a I-cannot-imagine-life-without-you way of life, of when and what and who. Because maybe, that is the meaning of feeling love to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- pehthestar.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5195228177080810961?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5195228177080810961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5195228177080810961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5195228177080810961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-671060025987343707</id><published>2011-01-18T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:26:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come this Thursday..</title><content type='html'>I will be Bangkok bound with the girls I love!! ^^V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-671060025987343707?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/671060025987343707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-this-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/671060025987343707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/671060025987343707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-this-thursday.html' title='Come this Thursday..'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5393802514847163222</id><published>2011-01-18T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:21:38.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>I am quite convinced I'm some sort of a genius who managed to get Bs and Cs for finals when I failed terribly in all my midterms. Or maybe it's the amazing moderation. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5393802514847163222?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5393802514847163222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5393802514847163222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5393802514847163222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6602279012731317762</id><published>2011-01-11T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:07:19.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior masterchef</title><content type='html'>When asked what was her favourite moment in junior masterchef, Sofia said "standing here knowing that my beautiful sister is in the top two", that made me tear. Hurhur I'm such a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6602279012731317762?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6602279012731317762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/junior-masterchef.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6602279012731317762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6602279012731317762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/junior-masterchef.html' title='Junior masterchef'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1887638626586881400</id><published>2011-01-11T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:29:51.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in the first degree</title><content type='html'>Hi, the boyfriend says I need to be more active on my blog so hence the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of days time I'm going to be a uni-dropout. True story. I don't think I can continue studying physics? I will just die D: I would probably be da pao-ing all my mods to the next semester, which means I would be taking more than the usual 4 years to graduate. And why put myself through the misery again right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that generally I'm a live-in-the-moment kinda girl, that nothing in the future tends to matter when I'm stuck in the present. Ummm and now my future seems so bleak? Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I'll be off to Bangkok in a week's time!! Which is also the start of the boyfriend's hell week hahaha. Speaking of which, he has been so accommodating to my nonsense and horrible temper. Going on movie dates, having an overload of ramen, webcam-ing even though we just saw each other a couple of hours ago, and every single minute spent was really the best. (as if he doesn't already know haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gonna continue watching junior masterchef!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1887638626586881400?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1887638626586881400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-in-first-degree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1887638626586881400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1887638626586881400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-in-first-degree.html' title='Love in the first degree'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8348418665362973967</id><published>2011-01-06T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:54:40.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a reason I keep coming back to you, and it's not because you're a bad habit.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I've been spending the last 4 days (including today) at home, cooped up in my room watching my serials. I am fast becoming a couch potato D: &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/37801196-8348418665362973967?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8348418665362973967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-reason-i-keep-coming-back-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8348418665362973967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8348418665362973967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-reason-i-keep-coming-back-to-you.html' title='There&amp;#39;s a reason I keep coming back to you, and it&amp;#39;s not because you&amp;#39;re a bad habit.'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8160969913606806378</id><published>2011-01-06T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T02:05:38.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True story</title><content type='html'>"P:	(2011) I'm turning 21 this year. Omg. What have I been doing with my life. It's so fast, I feel like I wasted the past 20 years of my life and I need to do (achieve) something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:	Well you've been a kid for 10 years. So that makes it only 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:	Oh yeah, I like that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8160969913606806378?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8160969913606806378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8160969913606806378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8160969913606806378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-story.html' title='True story'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3885789981789548284</id><published>2010-12-31T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:00:06.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to a whole new year of love, good company and happiness.</title><content type='html'>So 2010 has finally gone (it was really fast) and 2011 is here! 2010 was definitely a good year, with new friendships formed, albeit some lost along the way, strong friendships which grew even stronger, gastronomic experiences and much much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite the little upsets here and there, I'm glad I had those who matter to make it all better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum 2010 up, I would say I was content. If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't do it any differently. Maybe except for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of us, we start this new year with resolutions. For me, I don't do resolutions. Not because I can't keep them, but because why would you need resolutions to achieve something you really wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i start 2010 with one hope, to be happy. And I hope for everyone that they will too, in their own way, be happy :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3885789981789548284?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3885789981789548284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/heres-to-whole-new-year-of-love-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3885789981789548284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3885789981789548284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/heres-to-whole-new-year-of-love-good.html' title='here&apos;s to a whole new year of love, good company and happiness.'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3709658656256977426</id><published>2010-12-27T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T02:31:49.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dear boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReDcAGItAI/AAAAAAAADfQ/LTalp5WAhKI/s1600/148224_453872482433_558582433_5410396_3626900_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555053182470108162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReDcAGItAI/AAAAAAAADfQ/LTalp5WAhKI/s400/148224_453872482433_558582433_5410396_3626900_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) because you always rub my hands when they are cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) because you let me snooze on your crevice and you wrap your arms around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) because you kiss me on the forehead everytime you send me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) because you always hold my hand whenever I'm with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) because you sound so excited&amp;amp;chirpy everyday when you call (even though I know you hate talking on the phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) because you never fail to make me laugh with your cold jokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) because you always carry my shopping bags without being asked to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) because you always let me have the first bite of whatever you ordered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) because whenever I'm happy/sad, you are the first person that I go to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) because you make me feel like your princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) because you never complain while waiting for me to get ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) because you let me take silly photos of you/us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) because your promises always do come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) because you put up with my nonsense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) because you like hanging out with my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) because you're willing to do things to make me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) because of your daily "I love you" texts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) because its not everyday someone so awesome walks into your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's really nothing like you&amp;amp;I :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3709658656256977426?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3709658656256977426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-my-dear-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3709658656256977426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3709658656256977426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-my-dear-boyfriend.html' title='to my dear boyfriend'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReDcAGItAI/AAAAAAAADfQ/LTalp5WAhKI/s72-c/148224_453872482433_558582433_5410396_3626900_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-2212856991317733033</id><published>2010-12-27T01:34:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T02:00:42.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2D1N PART DEUX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReAWUtiWQI/AAAAAAAADfI/GmPP8IBdCdo/s1600/47655_151890868194150_100001197146049_249791_5992987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555049786389977346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReAWUtiWQI/AAAAAAAADfI/GmPP8IBdCdo/s400/47655_151890868194150_100001197146049_249791_5992987_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReAR4cJ0CI/AAAAAAAADfA/v0KdEV9VV-I/s1600/163067_151891441527426_100001197146049_249794_5922432_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555049710081396770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReAR4cJ0CI/AAAAAAAADfA/v0KdEV9VV-I/s400/163067_151891441527426_100001197146049_249794_5922432_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReAIzG8g4I/AAAAAAAADe4/M7qTeVrNxBY/s1600/163067_151891451527425_100001197146049_249797_8127808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555049554031444866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReAIzG8g4I/AAAAAAAADe4/M7qTeVrNxBY/s400/163067_151891451527425_100001197146049_249797_8127808_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReAAMsUCwI/AAAAAAAADew/WDUh6bJxOTo/s1600/162887_151892134860690_100001197146049_249803_210711_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555049406280239874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReAAMsUCwI/AAAAAAAADew/WDUh6bJxOTo/s400/162887_151892134860690_100001197146049_249803_210711_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to spell "LOVE" but we kinda forgot about the mirror image thingy, so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd_5m5w04I/AAAAAAAADeo/5-HnTAYiygc/s1600/162887_151892138194023_100001197146049_249804_6829232_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555049293056889730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd_5m5w04I/AAAAAAAADeo/5-HnTAYiygc/s400/162887_151892138194023_100001197146049_249804_6829232_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;using Yanjun's fedora to cover my "wet spots" (I was frigging wet because I really wanted to have a go at the slide at the kids pool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd-XuCp3SI/AAAAAAAADeY/ifuL9Ajb0XM/s1600/163067_151891448194092_100001197146049_249796_8310388_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555047611346050338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd-XuCp3SI/AAAAAAAADeY/ifuL9Ajb0XM/s400/163067_151891448194092_100001197146049_249796_8310388_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd-NNnCFmI/AAAAAAAADeQ/yDdCtpC7GeI/s1600/162887_151892124860691_100001197146049_249800_6476825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555047430841570914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd-NNnCFmI/AAAAAAAADeQ/yDdCtpC7GeI/s400/162887_151892124860691_100001197146049_249800_6476825_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a kid at heart :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd-E7mkJqI/AAAAAAAADeI/1hjjo7LU4qI/s1600/157043_151893114860592_100001197146049_249813_1926201_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555047288568817314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd-E7mkJqI/AAAAAAAADeI/1hjjo7LU4qI/s400/157043_151893114860592_100001197146049_249813_1926201_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this was us right before we checked out and had plenty of time to spare. Took about a gazzillion shots of us pretending to have pillow fights, lying on the bed, posing like korean girl wannabes etc and a lot of jumping and moving, so much so that our bed slided from the centre of the room to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd9-TjhWWI/AAAAAAAADeA/U4EgWyvmmGE/s1600/157043_151893104860593_100001197146049_249810_1919009_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555047174739417442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd9-TjhWWI/AAAAAAAADeA/U4EgWyvmmGE/s400/157043_151893104860593_100001197146049_249810_1919009_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd9vqtkSrI/AAAAAAAADd4/tluDpffdfXY/s1600/157043_151893111527259_100001197146049_249812_4375532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555046923257531058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd9vqtkSrI/AAAAAAAADd4/tluDpffdfXY/s400/157043_151893111527259_100001197146049_249812_4375532_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd9eZU3M_I/AAAAAAAADdo/ZdTpA3zF2dU/s1600/163722_151893748193862_100001197146049_249818_6048807_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555046626532733938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd9eZU3M_I/AAAAAAAADdo/ZdTpA3zF2dU/s400/163722_151893748193862_100001197146049_249818_6048807_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd8_OYy8kI/AAAAAAAADdg/5bgClZdlDD0/s1600/167176_151894591527111_100001197146049_249828_5691842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555046091020497474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd8_OYy8kI/AAAAAAAADdg/5bgClZdlDD0/s400/167176_151894591527111_100001197146049_249828_5691842_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my girliessss.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-2212856991317733033?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/2212856991317733033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/2d1n-part-deux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2212856991317733033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2212856991317733033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/2d1n-part-deux.html' title='2D1N PART DEUX'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TReAWUtiWQI/AAAAAAAADfI/GmPP8IBdCdo/s72-c/47655_151890868194150_100001197146049_249791_5992987_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6773450648391498480</id><published>2010-12-26T23:59:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:33:22.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of love and friendships</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year left me feeling warm&amp;amp;fuzzy inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunch-ed at Hatched with JJ, the bf, MK and Siew tin in the day and steamboat for dinner with the bffflutd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd0QGS49fI/AAAAAAAADdY/1wztXaRnAXA/s1600/166690_10150107860127664_616617663_7655720_5734450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555036485301368306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd0QGS49fI/AAAAAAAADdY/1wztXaRnAXA/s400/166690_10150107860127664_616617663_7655720_5734450_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd0E8KceiI/AAAAAAAADdQ/3VR1fqGSIac/s1600/167079_10150107857937664_616617663_7655678_4824769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555036293603031586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd0E8KceiI/AAAAAAAADdQ/3VR1fqGSIac/s400/167079_10150107857937664_616617663_7655678_4824769_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdz8R0odeI/AAAAAAAADdI/xRfxFaIuq5g/s1600/163115_10150107857817664_616617663_7655674_3384687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555036144798299618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdz8R0odeI/AAAAAAAADdI/xRfxFaIuq5g/s400/163115_10150107857817664_616617663_7655674_3384687_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdzlKmL8lI/AAAAAAAADc4/tDw2bupP0ic/s1600/163419_464460522433_558582433_5567467_2482093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555035747721671250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdzlKmL8lI/AAAAAAAADc4/tDw2bupP0ic/s400/163419_464460522433_558582433_5567467_2482093_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdzBgte_FI/AAAAAAAADco/xxE1PcsS4qI/s1600/148287_464460402433_558582433_5567465_436610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555035135182568530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdzBgte_FI/AAAAAAAADco/xxE1PcsS4qI/s400/148287_464460402433_558582433_5567465_436610_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdys6PqhII/AAAAAAAADcg/aBPi4bypVmE/s1600/163048_10150107860277664_616617663_7655727_1288713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555034781259564162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdys6PqhII/AAAAAAAADcg/aBPi4bypVmE/s400/163048_10150107860277664_616617663_7655727_1288713_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdyC2V4CeI/AAAAAAAADcQ/YqhS5k8L4e4/s1600/163084_10150107860242664_616617663_7655726_7904400_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555034058657368546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdyC2V4CeI/AAAAAAAADcQ/YqhS5k8L4e4/s400/163084_10150107860242664_616617663_7655726_7904400_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdxhgXDDTI/AAAAAAAADcA/d1tVIWZBQ-g/s1600/165605_10150107860312664_616617663_7655729_1788516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555033485821021490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdxhgXDDTI/AAAAAAAADcA/d1tVIWZBQ-g/s400/165605_10150107860312664_616617663_7655729_1788516_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdxKCroYzI/AAAAAAAADb4/-MkNvIMV7nc/s1600/165079_10150107860182664_616617663_7655724_5785910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555033082717299506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdxKCroYzI/AAAAAAAADb4/-MkNvIMV7nc/s400/165079_10150107860182664_616617663_7655724_5785910_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdwozEBsJI/AAAAAAAADbw/3yfapl71o1I/s1600/166234_10150107860217664_616617663_7655725_2004112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555032511588970642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdwozEBsJI/AAAAAAAADbw/3yfapl71o1I/s400/166234_10150107860217664_616617663_7655725_2004112_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdwHeCOthI/AAAAAAAADbo/ouI3P_owjZw/s1600/63433_10150149739609062_817079061_8351892_8047873_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555031939008607762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdwHeCOthI/AAAAAAAADbo/ouI3P_owjZw/s400/63433_10150149739609062_817079061_8351892_8047873_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm procrastinating or bored, I like looking at old photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at the smiles/funny faces and try remembering how I must have felt then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's easy because that particular moment was so memorable that it left such a huge impact. So significant that I can even remember details of what ensued. Sometimes its hard because what's captured in that picture is so limited, a fleeting second of a bigger moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I look and I see the smiles plastered on our faces and I know that it must have been a happy moment. They say that photos aren't a true reflection of what really goes on in ones life, but I say, at least they provide some form of reference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although they only reflect joy, smiles and happiness, I'd very much rather look back on my life and see the blissful moments. Because life really is too damn short to be miserable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those people who scorn at us, labeling us dismissively as 'camwhores', well at least I have beautiful memories to remember my life by. What do you have, huh? &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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6773450648391498480?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6773450648391498480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-love-and-friendships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6773450648391498480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6773450648391498480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-love-and-friendships.html' title='Of love and friendships'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRd0QGS49fI/AAAAAAAADdY/1wztXaRnAXA/s72-c/166690_10150107860127664_616617663_7655720_5734450_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-9006881069181760746</id><published>2010-12-26T00:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:15:44.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2D1N</title><content type='html'>Some visuals from Bintan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdX4kSUeWI/AAAAAAAADa4/w6SuFmoFE-Q/s1600/IMG_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555005294709602658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdX4kSUeWI/AAAAAAAADa4/w6SuFmoFE-Q/s400/IMG_2338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready to board the ferry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdX4C06_5I/AAAAAAAADaw/W-1qIwjJr4s/s1600/IMG_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555005285727928210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdX4C06_5I/AAAAAAAADaw/W-1qIwjJr4s/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdWfQHzFMI/AAAAAAAADao/qMGHjz0WPFo/s1600/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555003760288404674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdWfQHzFMI/AAAAAAAADao/qMGHjz0WPFo/s400/IMG_2345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have certain issues when it comes to photo taking. If I'm too near the camera or if it's not my angle then I will block my face out. Sorry, too vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdWeiMNsSI/AAAAAAAADag/20EXkICof2c/s1600/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555003747958894882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdWeiMNsSI/AAAAAAAADag/20EXkICof2c/s400/IMG_2347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at the pool! We were there too early and the room wasn't ready so we had to lug our barangs to the pool since the sun was out and we're dying to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdUrXnQj_I/AAAAAAAADaQ/ywPEQbz7ktc/s1600/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555001769434583026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdUrXnQj_I/AAAAAAAADaQ/ywPEQbz7ktc/s400/IMG_2346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdRokjZyII/AAAAAAAADaA/CGlw61Cvxds/s1600/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554998422833580162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdRokjZyII/AAAAAAAADaA/CGlw61Cvxds/s400/IMG_2354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdRof9fUoI/AAAAAAAADZ4/dgRyTZ12QEo/s1600/IMG_2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554998421600817794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdRof9fUoI/AAAAAAAADZ4/dgRyTZ12QEo/s400/IMG_2363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to take "getting up and balancing on a hammock 101 lessons". They had a good time laughing at me because I kept screaming (?) not scream la, shriek? Whatever. I didn't dare to let go of the hammock the entire time I was on it because I was so afraid that I would fall over. Bimbo moment #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdP_6dOPwI/AAAAAAAADZw/2CUfwgO_JTw/s1600/IMG_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554996624826973954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdP_6dOPwI/AAAAAAAADZw/2CUfwgO_JTw/s400/IMG_2355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60sgd a night for a room like this, not too shabby huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY-hTSYuYI/AAAAAAAADZU/FG84goSWYCI/s1600/IMG_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554695932242082178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY-hTSYuYI/AAAAAAAADZU/FG84goSWYCI/s400/IMG_2366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY-hPKZDtI/AAAAAAAADZM/nGTKyzs4aJA/s1600/IMG_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554695931134807762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY-hPKZDtI/AAAAAAAADZM/nGTKyzs4aJA/s400/IMG_2368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY-gpijm6I/AAAAAAAADZE/V_ZVQSDoOLE/s1600/IMG_2369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554695921035615138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY-gpijm6I/AAAAAAAADZE/V_ZVQSDoOLE/s400/IMG_2369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point of time my sunnies broke. Like right smack in the middle ): Had to get through the rest of the day by squinting my puny eyes away. Note to self: bring 2 sunnies next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY6S_M4D_I/AAAAAAAADY8/-w6DstA0n2E/s1600/IMG_2371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554691288285581298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY6S_M4D_I/AAAAAAAADY8/-w6DstA0n2E/s400/IMG_2371.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY6ScWr3hI/AAAAAAAADY0/D0HR6Sc7yUE/s1600/IMG_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554691278931484178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY6ScWr3hI/AAAAAAAADY0/D0HR6Sc7yUE/s400/IMG_2372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY6SAagkjI/AAAAAAAADYs/U96jd9u7Nwk/s1600/IMG_2375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554691271431328306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY6SAagkjI/AAAAAAAADYs/U96jd9u7Nwk/s400/IMG_2375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY11h9MlxI/AAAAAAAADYk/uuZC_BNMP_M/s1600/IMG_2382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554686384172472082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY11h9MlxI/AAAAAAAADYk/uuZC_BNMP_M/s400/IMG_2382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY11X2CVlI/AAAAAAAADYc/AnSn7YECgn4/s1600/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554686381458085458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY11X2CVlI/AAAAAAAADYc/AnSn7YECgn4/s400/IMG_2383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY10w-RCBI/AAAAAAAADYU/gTn7ctq2_n8/s1600/IMG_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554686371023620114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRY10w-RCBI/AAAAAAAADYU/gTn7ctq2_n8/s400/IMG_2386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYxiHe9tZI/AAAAAAAADYM/uyg92f0LrPM/s1600/IMG_2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554681652602320274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYxiHe9tZI/AAAAAAAADYM/uyg92f0LrPM/s400/IMG_2403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner drinks. Here's us with an obligatory photo with our tequila shots. Yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYxhw-Or9I/AAAAAAAADYE/foXtPmGNxik/s1600/IMG_2409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554681646559440850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYxhw-Or9I/AAAAAAAADYE/foXtPmGNxik/s400/IMG_2409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYxhUj_4XI/AAAAAAAADX8/SpsOyhP8Lus/s1600/IMG_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554681638933225842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYxhUj_4XI/AAAAAAAADX8/SpsOyhP8Lus/s400/IMG_2413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYu5ggZGBI/AAAAAAAADX0/HdCrb7Kwupk/s1600/IMG_2415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554678755921303570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYu5ggZGBI/AAAAAAAADX0/HdCrb7Kwupk/s400/IMG_2415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Model wannabe pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYu5PJ0RPI/AAAAAAAADXs/8j6GjkjAgXw/s1600/IMG_2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554678751263212786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYu5PJ0RPI/AAAAAAAADXs/8j6GjkjAgXw/s400/IMG_2428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our favourite activity. We kept eating and eating and eating non-stop because time was passing too slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYu4s1HX0I/AAAAAAAADXk/pW8dUXHM_x8/s1600/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554678742049578818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYu4s1HX0I/AAAAAAAADXk/pW8dUXHM_x8/s400/IMG_2431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYkyT8ckMI/AAAAAAAADW8/A-4GTThcCNs/s1600/IMG_2433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554667637173948610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYkyT8ckMI/AAAAAAAADW8/A-4GTThcCNs/s400/IMG_2433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYkyFuLjaI/AAAAAAAADW0/_BbZP1yUlAQ/s1600/IMG_2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554667633356017058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYkyFuLjaI/AAAAAAAADW0/_BbZP1yUlAQ/s400/IMG_2435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYkxgdW8-I/AAAAAAAADWs/rTi8JVqskTQ/s1600/IMG_2438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554667623353349090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRYkxgdW8-I/AAAAAAAADWs/rTi8JVqskTQ/s400/IMG_2438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually between you and me, Bintan is a SERIOUSLY boring place. No shopping no water activities = BORING. But with the right company, it won't be that bad!&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/37801196-9006881069181760746?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/9006881069181760746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/2d1n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/9006881069181760746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/9006881069181760746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/2d1n.html' title='2D1N'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TRdX4kSUeWI/AAAAAAAADa4/w6SuFmoFE-Q/s72-c/IMG_2338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-4134861023582756161</id><published>2010-12-21T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T19:04:20.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to December</title><content type='html'>Bintan was nice. Nice in a "very relaxing slow paced day, feasting like nobody's business and lounging by the pool all afternoon" sense. It's always good to have a really short getaway from our sunny island, spending the day doing frivolous stuff. Wouldn't do it too often though, because it can get rather boring since it's monsoon season and there isn't much to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait for January's BKK trip, (lotsa shopping feasting and massages ooh la la) it's gonna be a fab start to 2011 :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: can't wait for the bf's block leave starting 9th January! One whole week of him to myself whooppp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-4134861023582756161?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/4134861023582756161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4134861023582756161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4134861023582756161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-december.html' title='Back to December'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-182997801281020512</id><published>2010-12-09T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T15:12:04.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time where I wish I was Mark Zuckerburg</title><content type='html'>I hate programming I don't know how to study for it I wish I had the brains and passion. Studying for something that I have zero interest in, frankly speaking, it sucks big time. Why oh why am I so stupid.. Ok back to burying myself in codes, so ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-182997801281020512?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/182997801281020512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-where-i-wish-i-was-mark-zuckerburg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/182997801281020512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/182997801281020512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-where-i-wish-i-was-mark-zuckerburg.html' title='The time where I wish I was Mark Zuckerburg'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6050859743939097076</id><published>2010-12-06T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:19:35.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe turning 20 isn't that bad after all</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME YAY :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6050859743939097076?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6050859743939097076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/maybe-turning-20-isn-that-bad-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6050859743939097076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6050859743939097076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/maybe-turning-20-isn-that-bad-after-all.html' title='Maybe turning 20 isn&amp;#39;t that bad after all'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3425295968709372981</id><published>2010-12-05T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:40:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of a relationship is...</title><content type='html'>“Getting to call the person or lay down next to them and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end that’s what it’s about, kids. It’s not about the sex, it’s not about the money that they give you or whatever. It’s not about how good-looking they are, it’s about, can they listen to you talk for hours and hours and hours about stupid shit that doesn’t matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they can, then you’re meant to be together forever. Even if that means you have to call them 100 times, that’s okay.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3425295968709372981?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3425295968709372981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-part-of-relationship-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3425295968709372981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3425295968709372981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-part-of-relationship-is.html' title='The best part of a relationship is...'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5250403843486261911</id><published>2010-12-01T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T01:20:14.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello December</title><content type='html'>It's gonna be one helluva awesome month because: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) THE PRINCESS TURNS 20 :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bff's 20th on the 12th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'll be done with sem 1. And might be switching to a different course, mm see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) 13th month of being together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Bintan with Jasmine Yanjun and Shar, yay to snorkelling and ferry rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Christmas!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sexciting :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5250403843486261911?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5250403843486261911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5250403843486261911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5250403843486261911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-december.html' title='Hello December'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-7082422319309673889</id><published>2010-11-26T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:04:01.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things just can't be explained</title><content type='html'>“I don’t understand how you can smile all day long, but cry yourself to sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How you can love so innocently, but it can turn into anger so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How your best friend can become your worst enemy. Or when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How forever turns into a few short months that you’d do almost anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. How even though you know letting go of something is best for you, it hurts just the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much time to spare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How people make promises, and bear their souls to someone despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How people can erase you from their lives ‘cause it’s just easier then working things out.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-7082422319309673889?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/7082422319309673889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-things-just-can-be-explained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/7082422319309673889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/7082422319309673889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-things-just-can-be-explained.html' title='Some things just can&amp;#39;t be explained'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8115923999735115759</id><published>2010-11-21T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:00:27.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>till the walls are going up in smoke with our memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjd6656X-I/AAAAAAAADWk/nNeP96R7MUY/s1600/148508_10150127328134062_817079061_7992585_4478188_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541923345793703906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjd6656X-I/AAAAAAAADWk/nNeP96R7MUY/s400/148508_10150127328134062_817079061_7992585_4478188_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjdzvmnD1I/AAAAAAAADWc/JaHkHEBSRsc/s1600/155539_10150127328484062_817079061_7992594_1269469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541923222500872018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjdzvmnD1I/AAAAAAAADWc/JaHkHEBSRsc/s400/155539_10150127328484062_817079061_7992594_1269469_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjdj0MG8wI/AAAAAAAADV8/TI35hMRrS3A/s1600/154098_10150127328644062_817079061_7992599_5545236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541922948853986050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjdj0MG8wI/AAAAAAAADV8/TI35hMRrS3A/s400/154098_10150127328644062_817079061_7992599_5545236_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjdjhD7W0I/AAAAAAAADV0/NPB0fqWqIAE/s1600/75654_10150120107917788_540177787_7117327_5731371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541922943719398210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjdjhD7W0I/AAAAAAAADV0/NPB0fqWqIAE/s400/75654_10150120107917788_540177787_7117327_5731371_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjdTsVr3QI/AAAAAAAADVs/g0beRb3UcBY/s1600/155002_10150127327154062_817079061_7992559_3329931_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541922671868763394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjdTsVr3QI/AAAAAAAADVs/g0beRb3UcBY/s400/155002_10150127327154062_817079061_7992559_3329931_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some photos from October and November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe it's almost the last week of November. Time is passing way too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am at a cross road. Idk what to do with my life now. To drop out of uni or just suck it up and study harder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/37801196-8115923999735115759?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8115923999735115759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/11/till-walls-are-going-up-in-smoke-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8115923999735115759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8115923999735115759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/11/till-walls-are-going-up-in-smoke-with.html' title='till the walls are going up in smoke with our memories'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TOjd6656X-I/AAAAAAAADWk/nNeP96R7MUY/s72-c/148508_10150127328134062_817079061_7992585_4478188_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-4253111397891635772</id><published>2010-11-20T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:41:15.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a short one</title><content type='html'>Okay so no more quotes or photo only entries unless I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything have been okay I guess. School wise, horrible. I got a record breaking score for failing a paper. Never in my life have I gotten such a terrible grade. But then again, I pretty much deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've never been better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bf's in army now and I miss him. I don't get to see him often but I'm so grateful for the weekends and the daily phone calls and texts. Gotta love counting down the number of days till he books out and every minute spent with him is the shizz. I can't wait for 26 November, please come already will you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pissed my pops off really badly the other night. To the extent where he teared. And my mom said something along the line of wanting to chase me out. What can I say really. I am sorry I'm not the kind of kid you want me to be. And will never be. But everything's okay now I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks to Bintan, 9 weeks to Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-4253111397891635772?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/4253111397891635772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-short-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4253111397891635772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4253111397891635772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-short-one.html' title='Just a short one'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8008447161101038527</id><published>2010-11-05T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:28:30.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TNMAMo7mvoI/AAAAAAAADVk/fRrpqgOGm4s/s1600/76793_439233427433_558582433_5215440_8241716_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535768584114323074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TNMAMo7mvoI/AAAAAAAADVk/fRrpqgOGm4s/s400/76793_439233427433_558582433_5215440_8241716_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, once in a while, people do surprise you. And it is precisely because they do, that we continue believing. And I’m really grateful for someone like you, plenty ♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8008447161101038527?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8008447161101038527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8008447161101038527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8008447161101038527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-year.html' title='one year'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TNMAMo7mvoI/AAAAAAAADVk/fRrpqgOGm4s/s72-c/76793_439233427433_558582433_5215440_8241716_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6462853880005340067</id><published>2010-10-31T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:31:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you already</title><content type='html'>“Sometimes you gotta just take things for what they are and appreciate them, not try to label it or explain it. Explanations take the mystery out of it, you know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Sarah Ockler &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6462853880005340067?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6462853880005340067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/miss-you-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6462853880005340067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6462853880005340067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/miss-you-already.html' title='Miss you already'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1893069704206428289</id><published>2010-10-30T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:22:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>"If you’re not sure whether or not it looks good on you, it most probably doesn’t."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1893069704206428289?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1893069704206428289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1893069704206428289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1893069704206428289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1652864887201628103</id><published>2010-10-30T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:07:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>Reed Bennett: There's this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oversized Baggage Agent: Oh don't tell me, that'll take the fun out of guessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, this is gonna be a tough one, there's a very pretty girl and she's about to get on a big airplane and if you don't stop her, she'll never know how you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed Bennett: Not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oversized Baggage Agent: What am I missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed Bennett: If she gets on the plane, she's gonna find out the hard way that the guy that she thinks she's in love with is a spineless lying creep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oversized Baggage Agent: That's no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed Bennett: No, it is no good. And I can't let that happen. Because this girl, she is great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like... like sunshine. Everything is better when she's there. I can't stand the idea of some jerk hurting her, I just can't. I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1652864887201628103?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1652864887201628103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/valentine-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1652864887201628103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1652864887201628103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/valentine-day.html' title='Valentine&amp;#39;s day'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-680783694138300619</id><published>2010-10-29T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:57:32.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you're young. But I don't think we make any fewer when we're grown up"</title><content type='html'>"Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home? What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to have her all along." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Jodi Picoult &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-680783694138300619?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/680783694138300619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/thinks-you-make-mistakes-when-you-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/680783694138300619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/680783694138300619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/thinks-you-make-mistakes-when-you-young.html' title='&amp;quot;Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you&amp;#39;re young. But I don&amp;#39;t think we make any fewer when we&amp;#39;re grown up&amp;quot;'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6944770377067762408</id><published>2010-10-29T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:51:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pact</title><content type='html'>"I love you," he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Jodi Picoult &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6944770377067762408?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6944770377067762408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/pact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6944770377067762408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6944770377067762408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/pact.html' title='The pact'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3728557705602281900</id><published>2010-10-29T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:50:30.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look."</title><content type='html'>"There are two kinds of love...in the safe kind you look for someone who's exactly like you. It's what most folks settle for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's the other kind of love. Everyone's born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that's a perfect fit. You'll search for it forever, if you have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, of course, when you try to get close to their other half, you don't fit anymore. That kind of love...you come out of it a different person than you were when you started." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3728557705602281900?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3728557705602281900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-are-always-hiding-in-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3728557705602281900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3728557705602281900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-are-always-hiding-in-places.html' title='&amp;quot;Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.&amp;quot;'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8966505721001806804</id><published>2010-10-29T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:43:33.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't need water to feel like you're drowning, do you?</title><content type='html'>"I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. The thing is, they're both you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Jodi Picoult &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8966505721001806804?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8966505721001806804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-don-need-water-to-feel-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8966505721001806804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8966505721001806804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-don-need-water-to-feel-like-you.html' title='You don&amp;#39;t need water to feel like you&amp;#39;re drowning, do you?'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8743220074464821493</id><published>2010-10-29T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:41:58.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister's keeper</title><content type='html'>"You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8743220074464821493?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8743220074464821493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-sister-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8743220074464821493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8743220074464821493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-sister-keeper.html' title='My sister&amp;#39;s keeper'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8461685261212866419</id><published>2010-10-29T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:32:28.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>"At times the world may seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe that there is much more good in it than bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is look hard enough. and what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8461685261212866419?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8461685261212866419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/series-of-unfortunate-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8461685261212866419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8461685261212866419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-674767023061699522</id><published>2010-10-29T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:27:09.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself."</title><content type='html'>"Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Lemony Snicket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-674767023061699522?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/674767023061699522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/are-times-to-stay-put-and-what-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/674767023061699522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/674767023061699522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/are-times-to-stay-put-and-what-you-want.html' title='&amp;quot;There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.&amp;quot;'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6263802603398985924</id><published>2010-10-29T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T03:15:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF?</title><content type='html'>“I’m not a stop along the way. I’m a destination and if you refuse to come, I’m going to need to find a replacement.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Gossip Girl &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6263802603398985924?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6263802603398985924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/tgif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6263802603398985924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6263802603398985924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF?'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8159651193250409286</id><published>2010-10-28T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:01:56.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like playing boggle, does that make me nerdy?</title><content type='html'>“It’s always great when you can be a nerd, acknowledge that fact, and be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if “nerd” isn’t the first word that you’d use to describe yourself, celebrating whatever nerdy tenancies you might have is also brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because to me, being nerdy just means having something that you’re intelligently passionate about.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8159651193250409286?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8159651193250409286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-playing-boggle-does-that-make-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8159651193250409286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8159651193250409286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-playing-boggle-does-that-make-me.html' title='I like playing boggle, does that make me nerdy?'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-9059443798224823007</id><published>2010-10-28T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:49:17.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardust</title><content type='html'>So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-9059443798224823007?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/9059443798224823007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/stardust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/9059443798224823007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/9059443798224823007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/stardust.html' title='Stardust'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1980722691718417379</id><published>2010-10-27T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:50:52.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge when you're not perfect</title><content type='html'>“Well I’m sorry I’m not who you thought I was, but what’s happened is in the past, and all I can do is try to change. If you can’t accept that, then you’re not who I thought you were.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Serena van der Woodsen &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1980722691718417379?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1980722691718417379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-im-sorry-im-not-who-you-thought-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1980722691718417379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1980722691718417379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-im-sorry-im-not-who-you-thought-i.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t judge when you&amp;#39;re not perfect'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-9114838151110766600</id><published>2010-10-27T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:49:03.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those kind of relationships</title><content type='html'>"You know, the real ones. The ones where you like to talk, to play, to argue, and to fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones where you can’t stand each other and can’t stand to be apart from one another at the same time. The ones where you each have your own life, but you allow each other to enrich them instead of control them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones where you switch off being needy and desperate but generally are equally obsessed. The ones where you feel secure but not bored, where you are just as excited about the conversation you have during dinner as the sex you’ll have afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve seen each other bitchy, whiny, ugly, tired, sick and you still want each other desperately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the ones where you know that neither of you is perfect, but you’re perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to have reality for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-9114838151110766600?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/9114838151110766600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/those-kind-of-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/9114838151110766600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/9114838151110766600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/those-kind-of-relationships.html' title='Those kind of relationships'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1017267297849465602</id><published>2010-10-27T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:45:49.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like</title><content type='html'>“You can’t control when you lose your heart. The only thing you can do is trust - trust that the person who has your heart realizes its value.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Grey’s Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1017267297849465602?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1017267297849465602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-can-tell-you-what-it-really-is-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1017267297849465602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1017267297849465602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-can-tell-you-what-it-really-is-i-can.html' title='I can&amp;#39;t tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1168320753171312962</id><published>2010-10-27T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:24:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can’t be logical about.”</title><content type='html'>“That’s the problem with a fight. Even when you know the words you are saying are the worst possible utterances, there is always a point of no return. Of no backing off, no retreating.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	The Pilot’s Wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1168320753171312962?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1168320753171312962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/whoever-it-is-you-fall-in-love-with-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1168320753171312962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1168320753171312962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/whoever-it-is-you-fall-in-love-with-for.html' title='“Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can’t be logical about.”'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6286025319098988256</id><published>2010-10-26T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:23:57.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever the consequences, she was sure that special things in life were worth all the calories and cholesterol.</title><content type='html'>"Most of all, I miss that feeling when you go to sleep at night and when you wake up in the morning. It’s the feeling that everything is all right in the world. You know, that amazing feeling that you’re whole, that you’ve got everything you want, that you aren’t missing anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	Charlie St. Cloud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6286025319098988256?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6286025319098988256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/whatever-consequences-she-was-sure-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6286025319098988256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6286025319098988256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/whatever-consequences-she-was-sure-that.html' title='Whatever the consequences, she was sure that special things in life were worth all the calories and cholesterol.'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-4735133337254317878</id><published>2010-10-26T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:22:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most of the time, love doesn't really need words</title><content type='html'>“Sometimes you have to be apart from the people you love, but that doesn’t make you love them any less. Sometimes it makes you love them more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 The Last Song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-4735133337254317878?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/4735133337254317878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-of-time-love-doesn-really-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4735133337254317878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4735133337254317878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-of-time-love-doesn-really-need.html' title='Most of the time, love doesn&amp;#39;t really need words'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8901800388410143274</id><published>2010-10-25T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:26:15.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how my heart behaves</title><content type='html'>“Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Juno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8901800388410143274?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8901800388410143274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-how-my-heart-behaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8901800388410143274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8901800388410143274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-how-my-heart-behaves.html' title='This is how my heart behaves'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3184303757810276964</id><published>2010-10-25T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:24:15.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad guys lie to get in your bed. The good guys lie to get in your heart.</title><content type='html'>“You can try your hardest, you can do everything, but sometimes people just aren’t worth trying over anymore. They aren’t worth worrying about. It’s important to know when to let go of someone who only brings you down.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3184303757810276964?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3184303757810276964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-guys-lie-to-get-in-your-bed-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3184303757810276964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3184303757810276964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-guys-lie-to-get-in-your-bed-good.html' title='The bad guys lie to get in your bed. The good guys lie to get in your heart.'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3182905600177232896</id><published>2010-10-25T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:21:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments pass</title><content type='html'>“In life, there are a lot of big, romantic moments. And they make life worth living. But here’s the problem, moments pass. And lurking just around the corner from those moments is a cool, unshaven bastard called reality.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	How I Met Your Mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3182905600177232896?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3182905600177232896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/moments-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3182905600177232896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3182905600177232896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/moments-pass.html' title='Moments pass'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-158099217687473046</id><published>2010-10-24T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:39:35.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be Monday again</title><content type='html'>"People’s bullshit and fakeness are the main reasons why I like to be alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Megan Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-158099217687473046?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/158099217687473046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-gonna-be-monday-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/158099217687473046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/158099217687473046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-gonna-be-monday-again.html' title='It&amp;#39;s gonna be Monday again'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8732995710729522437</id><published>2010-10-24T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:35:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless</title><content type='html'>“To me, Fearless is not the absense of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Taylor Swift&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/37801196-8732995710729522437?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8732995710729522437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/fearless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8732995710729522437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8732995710729522437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/fearless.html' title='Fearless'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5517847746965123241</id><published>2010-10-24T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:44:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look back unless it's a good view</title><content type='html'>“Love is fragile. And we’re not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 The Last Song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5517847746965123241?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5517847746965123241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/don-look-back-unless-it-good-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5517847746965123241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5517847746965123241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/don-look-back-unless-it-good-view.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t look back unless it&amp;#39;s a good view'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-2010859183030048996</id><published>2010-10-24T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:24:48.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes, someone comes into your life that changes everything. They’re able to make you smile, laugh, and allow you to be yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something about them that is unexplainable; and even though you’re not even with them, you don’t want to let that person go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-2010859183030048996?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/2010859183030048996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2010859183030048996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2010859183030048996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3072269787228891875</id><published>2010-10-23T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:28:30.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you want now is so much lesser than what you deserve</title><content type='html'>“Little pieces of you get chipped away by another person, and you shave little pieces of yourself away so that you’ll fit together, then one day you look up and you don’t even know who you are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Grey’s Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3072269787228891875?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3072269787228891875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-you-want-now-is-so-much-lesser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3072269787228891875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3072269787228891875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-you-want-now-is-so-much-lesser.html' title='What you want now is so much lesser than what you deserve'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3435362489664069508</id><published>2010-10-22T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:29:06.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The notebook</title><content type='html'>“They didn’t agree on much, in fact, they rarely agreed on anything, they fought all the time and they challenged each other everyday, but despite their differences they had one important thing in common, they were crazy about each other.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3435362489664069508?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3435362489664069508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/notebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3435362489664069508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3435362489664069508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/notebook.html' title='The notebook'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8911885626665124801</id><published>2010-10-22T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:24:08.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is messy</title><content type='html'>“You don’t know this yet but life isn’t supposed to be like this. It’s not supposed to be so hard. You’re supposed to smile. You’re suppose to fall in love. You’re not supposed to ache like this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Grey’s Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8911885626665124801?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8911885626665124801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-messy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8911885626665124801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8911885626665124801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-messy.html' title='Life is messy'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8734658775279835827</id><published>2010-10-22T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:02:36.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wears heart on sleeve</title><content type='html'>“I hate how hard it is. It’s just like, you get attached to someone and then they work their way into your life. And then you wake up one day and they just disappear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	Grey’s Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8734658775279835827?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8734658775279835827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/wears-heart-on-sleeve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8734658775279835827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8734658775279835827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/wears-heart-on-sleeve.html' title='Wears heart on sleeve'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3605219901143342349</id><published>2010-10-22T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:41:39.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too scared to be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;“Happiness comes in many forms — in the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else’s dream come true, or in the promise of hope renewed. It’s okay to let yourself be happy because you never know how fleeting that happiness might be…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3605219901143342349?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3605219901143342349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-scared-to-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3605219901143342349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3605219901143342349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-scared-to-be-happy.html' title='Too scared to be happy'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6569877537170464842</id><published>2010-10-20T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:19:28.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 days of summer</title><content type='html'>Tom: What happens when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer: You believe in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6569877537170464842?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6569877537170464842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/500-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6569877537170464842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6569877537170464842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 days of summer'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5435633870750724825</id><published>2010-10-20T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:58:59.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So they say</title><content type='html'>“Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 The Wonderful Wizard of Oz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5435633870750724825?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5435633870750724825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-they-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5435633870750724825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5435633870750724825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-they-say.html' title='So they say'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1922288366189050945</id><published>2010-10-19T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:48:47.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in love with your eyes closed</title><content type='html'>“The sad truth is that some things can’t go backwards. Once they’re going forward, no matter what you do, they can’t go back to the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then that’s how it will stay forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1922288366189050945?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1922288366189050945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-in-love-with-your-eyes-closed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1922288366189050945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1922288366189050945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-in-love-with-your-eyes-closed.html' title='Fall in love with your eyes closed'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6880448750288749015</id><published>2010-10-19T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:10:53.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my I'm turning 20 in 7 weeks time</title><content type='html'>"We’re teenagers. Shit happens. We fall in love and end up getting hurt. We bitch, bitch and bitch. We bitch about bitches being bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out and have a kick ass time with our friends and those will be the memories. One day that’s going to all pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make the most of what you have now, forget all the bullshit and drama and live your fucking life with a sexy smile on your face."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6880448750288749015?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6880448750288749015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-my-i-turning-20-in-7-weeks-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6880448750288749015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6880448750288749015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-my-i-turning-20-in-7-weeks-time.html' title='Oh my I&amp;#39;m turning 20 in 7 weeks time'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8693225492820033454</id><published>2010-10-18T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:50:01.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wished I knew how to make a feeling stop</title><content type='html'>“Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can’t have. Desire leaves us heartbroken, it wears us out. Desire can wreck your life. But as tough as wanting something can be, the people who suffer the most, are those who don’t know what they want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	Grey’s Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8693225492820033454?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8693225492820033454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wished-i-knew-how-to-make-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8693225492820033454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8693225492820033454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wished-i-knew-how-to-make-feeling.html' title='I wished I knew how to make a feeling stop'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8796021317664712747</id><published>2010-10-18T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:07:26.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you want, wherever you want it, I'm going to be there to take it away from you. I won't stop until you have nothing.</title><content type='html'>"Mistakes. We all make them. They usually start with the best of intentions. Like keeping a secret to protect someone. Or getting some distance from the person you’ve become. Sometimes we don’t even know what mistakes we’ve made to get us where we are. Or figure it out just in time to make it right again. But every mistake happens for a reason. To teach you a lesson you would otherwise never learn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Gossip Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8796021317664712747?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8796021317664712747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/whatever-you-want-wherever-you-want-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8796021317664712747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8796021317664712747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/whatever-you-want-wherever-you-want-it.html' title='Whatever you want, wherever you want it, I&amp;#39;m going to be there to take it away from you. I won&amp;#39;t stop until you have nothing.'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-7652345472645721722</id><published>2010-10-18T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:14:24.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 The Mad Hatter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-7652345472645721722?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/7652345472645721722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/alice-in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/7652345472645721722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/7652345472645721722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in wonderland'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3115591101432161285</id><published>2010-10-17T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:42:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanderlust</title><content type='html'>"Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— John Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3115591101432161285?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3115591101432161285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/wanderlust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3115591101432161285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3115591101432161285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/wanderlust.html' title='Wanderlust'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1342081904599578748</id><published>2010-10-17T19:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:46:34.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're not a camwhore, you are not my friend</title><content type='html'>Our very well spent Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreacmG43I/AAAAAAAADVc/VZDk4HIPXj0/s1600/67604_441249790207_560255207_5331578_1807952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528976038484697970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreacmG43I/AAAAAAAADVc/VZDk4HIPXj0/s400/67604_441249790207_560255207_5331578_1807952_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreaF-xOcI/AAAAAAAADVU/vVVa3Sz3m8g/s1600/66901_441248445207_560255207_5331573_2632962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528976032414120386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreaF-xOcI/AAAAAAAADVU/vVVa3Sz3m8g/s400/66901_441248445207_560255207_5331573_2632962_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreZ3PmIKI/AAAAAAAADVM/2ZCq_ho86ao/s1600/72154_441248320207_560255207_5331565_7461442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528976028458164386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreZ3PmIKI/AAAAAAAADVM/2ZCq_ho86ao/s400/72154_441248320207_560255207_5331565_7461442_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreC3EOlzI/AAAAAAAADVE/Yne2u0FQdy4/s1600/71691_441249775207_560255207_5331577_8138360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975633273493298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreC3EOlzI/AAAAAAAADVE/Yne2u0FQdy4/s400/71691_441249775207_560255207_5331577_8138360_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreCQoKQ8I/AAAAAAAADU8/1MmmZmTlSOU/s1600/66078_441248825207_560255207_5331574_5588545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975622955221954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreCQoKQ8I/AAAAAAAADU8/1MmmZmTlSOU/s400/66078_441248825207_560255207_5331574_5588545_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreCR-Y_CI/AAAAAAAADU0/Ly6ChcbuM4E/s1600/44892_441248270207_560255207_5331563_8204140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975623316896802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreCR-Y_CI/AAAAAAAADU0/Ly6ChcbuM4E/s400/44892_441248270207_560255207_5331563_8204140_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreCJ9aVpI/AAAAAAAADUs/FT0uugqGAI4/s1600/40718_441249905207_560255207_5331581_3731641_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975621165307538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreCJ9aVpI/AAAAAAAADUs/FT0uugqGAI4/s400/40718_441249905207_560255207_5331581_3731641_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreB1aaR_I/AAAAAAAADUk/ZYGWpFIrWnU/s1600/33443_441249740207_560255207_5331576_3434105_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975615649794034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreB1aaR_I/AAAAAAAADUk/ZYGWpFIrWnU/s400/33443_441249740207_560255207_5331576_3434105_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdg2W295I/AAAAAAAADUc/2k3ashbD-iE/s1600/40730_441250155207_560255207_5331589_1537787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975048967649170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdg2W295I/AAAAAAAADUc/2k3ashbD-iE/s400/40730_441250155207_560255207_5331589_1537787_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdgqxhqYI/AAAAAAAADUU/4J-jm9eBxME/s1600/71548_441250040207_560255207_5331585_942471_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975045858273666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdgqxhqYI/AAAAAAAADUU/4J-jm9eBxME/s400/71548_441250040207_560255207_5331585_942471_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdgeBSviI/AAAAAAAADUM/LrYwsJydThQ/s1600/72409_441250400207_560255207_5331598_6544798_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975042434743842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdgeBSviI/AAAAAAAADUM/LrYwsJydThQ/s400/72409_441250400207_560255207_5331598_6544798_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes we have nothing better to do and bought 12 balloons to use as props for taking photos. BUT it's all in the name of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdgWRfj7I/AAAAAAAADUE/gQOM_XTa7GA/s1600/40881_441250535207_560255207_5331604_3436285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975040355209138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdgWRfj7I/AAAAAAAADUE/gQOM_XTa7GA/s400/40881_441250535207_560255207_5331604_3436285_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdgLvZ0hI/AAAAAAAADT8/uLKvyYcdIa8/s1600/66286_441250650207_560255207_5331609_5873925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528975037527872018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdgLvZ0hI/AAAAAAAADT8/uLKvyYcdIa8/s400/66286_441250650207_560255207_5331609_5873925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdB1fyMeI/AAAAAAAADT0/uy1KdkTnSR0/s1600/37208_441250615207_560255207_5331607_1291204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528974516160704994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdB1fyMeI/AAAAAAAADT0/uy1KdkTnSR0/s400/37208_441250615207_560255207_5331607_1291204_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdBkFUa8I/AAAAAAAADTs/iKm7Ph63Qe0/s1600/65773_441250820207_560255207_5331616_2138398_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528974511486299074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdBkFUa8I/AAAAAAAADTs/iKm7Ph63Qe0/s400/65773_441250820207_560255207_5331616_2138398_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdBfVDj6I/AAAAAAAADTk/Fx2nl5sMuW8/s1600/69083_441251000207_560255207_5331624_7476079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528974510210125730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrdBfVDj6I/AAAAAAAADTk/Fx2nl5sMuW8/s400/69083_441251000207_560255207_5331624_7476079_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrc_khAJcI/AAAAAAAADTc/7vgX9qUa6jU/s1600/69466_441253840207_560255207_5331717_3269638_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528974477242672578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrc_khAJcI/AAAAAAAADTc/7vgX9qUa6jU/s400/69466_441253840207_560255207_5331717_3269638_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrc_O3zZ0I/AAAAAAAADTU/tTGsHgC_bgQ/s1600/72177_441252010207_560255207_5331649_3206106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528974471432726338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrc_O3zZ0I/AAAAAAAADTU/tTGsHgC_bgQ/s400/72177_441252010207_560255207_5331649_3206106_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcJoLqYtI/AAAAAAAADTM/Uqz3TpLuSXc/s1600/69332_441251810207_560255207_5331642_1891185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528973550513971922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcJoLqYtI/AAAAAAAADTM/Uqz3TpLuSXc/s400/69332_441251810207_560255207_5331642_1891185_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcJVcV8QI/AAAAAAAADTE/kF4fzQbrfrk/s1600/33580_441251915207_560255207_5331646_3484655_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528973545483661570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcJVcV8QI/AAAAAAAADTE/kF4fzQbrfrk/s400/33580_441251915207_560255207_5331646_3484655_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcJLeKoOI/AAAAAAAADS8/MOrk3wNEIRQ/s1600/33469_441253160207_560255207_5331683_3496670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528973542806954210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcJLeKoOI/AAAAAAAADS8/MOrk3wNEIRQ/s400/33469_441253160207_560255207_5331683_3496670_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcJKNtDRI/AAAAAAAADS0/PAVu3w8Kze8/s1600/33932_441251185207_560255207_5331629_319472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528973542469471506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcJKNtDRI/AAAAAAAADS0/PAVu3w8Kze8/s400/33932_441251185207_560255207_5331629_319472_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcI3XkgUI/AAAAAAAADSs/Wy_4xZxeCEE/s1600/33740_441253350207_560255207_5331691_2387977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528973537410580802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrcI3XkgUI/AAAAAAAADSs/Wy_4xZxeCEE/s400/33740_441253350207_560255207_5331691_2387977_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't my parents organise birthday parties like this when I was young ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbnRewYtI/AAAAAAAADSk/lASW9sFFpCc/s1600/68735_441253230207_560255207_5331686_5060965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972960304489170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbnRewYtI/AAAAAAAADSk/lASW9sFFpCc/s400/68735_441253230207_560255207_5331686_5060965_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbnGtOEmI/AAAAAAAADSc/UoPIWD8QxTQ/s1600/66604_441253295207_560255207_5331689_2399703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972957412364898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbnGtOEmI/AAAAAAAADSc/UoPIWD8QxTQ/s400/66604_441253295207_560255207_5331689_2399703_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, this is my best friend using the electronic fan. Auntie by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbm7JhnuI/AAAAAAAADSU/3Po36CAWLUs/s1600/68808_441253575207_560255207_5331702_4603375_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972954309861090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbm7JhnuI/AAAAAAAADSU/3Po36CAWLUs/s400/68808_441253575207_560255207_5331702_4603375_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbmCcOduI/AAAAAAAADSM/G67Y9zVp0s8/s1600/69039_441253685207_560255207_5331708_4379148_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972939087476450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbmCcOduI/AAAAAAAADSM/G67Y9zVp0s8/s400/69039_441253685207_560255207_5331708_4379148_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbl2M80qI/AAAAAAAADSE/huaEO_VrcvU/s1600/68905_441253490207_560255207_5331698_1170013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972935802180258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbl2M80qI/AAAAAAAADSE/huaEO_VrcvU/s400/68905_441253490207_560255207_5331698_1170013_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbAY3XDuI/AAAAAAAADR8/VGWKVo5RZIQ/s1600/68365_441253545207_560255207_5331700_1323657_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972292271836898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbAY3XDuI/AAAAAAAADR8/VGWKVo5RZIQ/s400/68365_441253545207_560255207_5331700_1323657_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbAA2cyZI/AAAAAAAADR0/OWnEM5ofM5w/s1600/72126_441253635207_560255207_5331706_7445365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972285825567122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrbAA2cyZI/AAAAAAAADR0/OWnEM5ofM5w/s400/72126_441253635207_560255207_5331706_7445365_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLra_h6djpI/AAAAAAAADRs/e_f8FXTajqg/s1600/67778_441252415207_560255207_5331668_6618383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972277520895634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLra_h6djpI/AAAAAAAADRs/e_f8FXTajqg/s400/67778_441252415207_560255207_5331668_6618383_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLra_UDQprI/AAAAAAAADRk/DqGCBEoY6tU/s1600/71764_441252390207_560255207_5331666_1127583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972273799702194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLra_UDQprI/AAAAAAAADRk/DqGCBEoY6tU/s400/71764_441252390207_560255207_5331666_1127583_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLra_XDy64I/AAAAAAAADRc/EqCnjis87OM/s1600/66612_441252460207_560255207_5331670_1687582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528972274607254402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLra_XDy64I/AAAAAAAADRc/EqCnjis87OM/s400/66612_441252460207_560255207_5331670_1687582_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraXY5rN7I/AAAAAAAADRU/QTp_dm8qIgg/s1600/67547_441253415207_560255207_5331695_1096371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528971587906910130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraXY5rN7I/AAAAAAAADRU/QTp_dm8qIgg/s400/67547_441253415207_560255207_5331695_1096371_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraXHRwKuI/AAAAAAAADRM/PzDjXh6HUyQ/s1600/65774_441253440207_560255207_5331696_2827906_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528971583176059618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraXHRwKuI/AAAAAAAADRM/PzDjXh6HUyQ/s400/65774_441253440207_560255207_5331696_2827906_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraWz4uJ9I/AAAAAAAADRE/dnafpOa2cKc/s1600/69363_441252240207_560255207_5331659_5905799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528971577970796498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraWz4uJ9I/AAAAAAAADRE/dnafpOa2cKc/s400/69363_441252240207_560255207_5331659_5905799_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraW_Y7tDI/AAAAAAAADQ8/Lf1PO_UTcC0/s1600/66905_441252295207_560255207_5331661_394212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528971581058692146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraW_Y7tDI/AAAAAAAADQ8/Lf1PO_UTcC0/s400/66905_441252295207_560255207_5331661_394212_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraWsEI6-I/AAAAAAAADQ0/I5BuzIDRW0k/s1600/40897_441252265207_560255207_5331660_5547657_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528971575871204322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLraWsEI6-I/AAAAAAAADQ0/I5BuzIDRW0k/s400/40897_441252265207_560255207_5331660_5547657_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZ0sTajeI/AAAAAAAADQs/e0ZYXQWSsUM/s1600/33648_441252215207_560255207_5331658_380113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970991819722210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZ0sTajeI/AAAAAAAADQs/e0ZYXQWSsUM/s400/33648_441252215207_560255207_5331658_380113_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZ0X5F-VI/AAAAAAAADQk/r-g5BdI6ujY/s1600/72398_441251875207_560255207_5331644_4971481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970986340612434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZ0X5F-VI/AAAAAAAADQk/r-g5BdI6ujY/s400/72398_441251875207_560255207_5331644_4971481_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZ0N02d5I/AAAAAAAADQc/mmoZrSmqZTU/s1600/33655_441251890207_560255207_5331645_1887003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970983638464402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZ0N02d5I/AAAAAAAADQc/mmoZrSmqZTU/s400/33655_441251890207_560255207_5331645_1887003_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZ0A_l-rI/AAAAAAAADQU/RtUku0CxF9A/s1600/36141_441252055207_560255207_5331651_853726_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970980193860274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZ0A_l-rI/AAAAAAAADQU/RtUku0CxF9A/s400/36141_441252055207_560255207_5331651_853726_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZz4cmJXI/AAAAAAAADQM/rOhPKiYJIRU/s1600/68748_441252190207_560255207_5331657_1511082_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970977899586930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZz4cmJXI/AAAAAAAADQM/rOhPKiYJIRU/s400/68748_441252190207_560255207_5331657_1511082_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZSlc4ukI/AAAAAAAADQE/5E8DVLY1nBo/s1600/69113_441251285207_560255207_5331633_7963167_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970405864847938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZSlc4ukI/AAAAAAAADQE/5E8DVLY1nBo/s400/69113_441251285207_560255207_5331633_7963167_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZSb3qE3I/AAAAAAAADP8/G3_1BIu1_a8/s1600/69128_441253380207_560255207_5331693_853183_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970403292779378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZSb3qE3I/AAAAAAAADP8/G3_1BIu1_a8/s400/69128_441253380207_560255207_5331693_853183_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of Serena Van Der Woodsen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZSVKynzI/AAAAAAAADP0/sTESIaeGKFU/s1600/72102_441252585207_560255207_5331675_5999216_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970401493983026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZSVKynzI/AAAAAAAADP0/sTESIaeGKFU/s400/72102_441252585207_560255207_5331675_5999216_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super pretty girl! She kept talking to Su&amp;amp;I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su: what's your name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley: 2 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZR827p7I/AAAAAAAADPs/YdzS95W2wS0/s1600/72448_441252605207_560255207_5331676_1195893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970394968238002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZR827p7I/AAAAAAAADPs/YdzS95W2wS0/s400/72448_441252605207_560255207_5331676_1195893_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZR20O6tI/AAAAAAAADPk/81wMSI9ce6U/s1600/72591_441252145207_560255207_5331654_7979806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528970393346304722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLrZR20O6tI/AAAAAAAADPk/81wMSI9ce6U/s400/72591_441252145207_560255207_5331654_7979806_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is Josephine. Yanjun hates her because she took a couple of blank shots with her fisheye. LOL.&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&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;/div&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/37801196-1342081904599578748?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1342081904599578748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-youre-not-camwhore-you-are-not-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1342081904599578748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1342081904599578748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-youre-not-camwhore-you-are-not-my.html' title='if you&apos;re not a camwhore, you are not my friend'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TLreacmG43I/AAAAAAAADVc/VZDk4HIPXj0/s72-c/67604_441249790207_560255207_5331578_1807952_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8422150626630854889</id><published>2010-10-17T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:14:07.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things have a way of working out when you least expect it</title><content type='html'>“Sometimes you don’t need a goal in life, you don’t need to know the big picture. You just need to know what you’re going to do next!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Sophie Kinsella (The Undomestic Goddess)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8422150626630854889?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8422150626630854889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-have-way-of-working-out-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8422150626630854889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8422150626630854889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-have-way-of-working-out-when-you.html' title='Things have a way of working out when you least expect it'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3215578991292613034</id><published>2010-10-16T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:33:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have the worst poker face ever</title><content type='html'>Him: Could you just stop walking away for a second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: What for? The faster I get away from you the faster you wouldn’t have to breathe the same air as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: … You have got to be kidding. Okay, look. Obviously we were both angry. We said thing we didn’t mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: That still doesn’t make it any better, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Damnit, could you just stop being a pain in the ass for ONE second?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for opening my big mouth. You like your girls submissive, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Don’t even use that tone with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Is it my fault I have a backbone? That I’m not afraid to stand up to YOUR ass? It’s been three years, but I see you haven’t changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: And what the hell is that supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: You know exactly what I mean. I’m gone for three years, but you’re still your player self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: I actually thought you changed, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I did change, stupid. Whether I wanted it or not, I’ve changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: … Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yeah. Really. I’ve tried my damn hardest to forget you. When you left … It hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: How … exactly does that make you a new man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Heh, you don’t get it. It’s not just only because you left, right that moment. I changed because I found you. I changed because you left. I changed, ever since…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: … Ever since what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Oh, so now you say something sweet when we’re in the middle of an argument. Typical. We always fight. Why - what makes it different this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Because I know you love me, too. Even if I’m being a selfish jackass and you’re being an almighty bitch, we tell each other. I don’t give a damn that we always fight because I want this to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Us … ? But you’ll end up … not … Or …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: No. Shut up. You left and it was because of my insecurities that I didn’t stop you. But the next time you walk away, I’m walking after you because I want you. I want this to work. I want to see your pissed off face every morning when you hate getting up, and I want to see a smile on your face when I do something totally stupid. Both of us, you and me, every day for the rest of lives and forever … because I love you. And that’s all I give a damn about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3215578991292613034?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3215578991292613034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-have-worst-poker-face-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3215578991292613034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3215578991292613034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-have-worst-poker-face-ever.html' title='You have the worst poker face ever'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1262267218781692672</id><published>2010-10-16T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:07:20.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody leaves</title><content type='html'>“Sometimes,’ said Pooh, ‘the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1262267218781692672?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1262267218781692672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/everybody-leaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1262267218781692672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1262267218781692672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/everybody-leaves.html' title='Everybody leaves'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6933378520890086046</id><published>2010-10-16T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:21:35.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip girl</title><content type='html'>Nate: Two years ago at the masquerade ball, I tried to tell you I loved you. But I told Jenny Humphrey. She was wearing your mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena: You loved me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate: Of course I did. You are the most beautiful, alive person I’ve ever known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6933378520890086046?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6933378520890086046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/gossip-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6933378520890086046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6933378520890086046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip girl'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5424101154094045807</id><published>2010-10-15T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:58:18.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can resist anything except temptation</title><content type='html'>“But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Haruki Murakami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5424101154094045807?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5424101154094045807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-can-resist-anything-except-temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5424101154094045807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5424101154094045807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-can-resist-anything-except-temptation.html' title='I can resist anything except temptation'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5824001174189883822</id><published>2010-10-14T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:42:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleeting happiness</title><content type='html'>“Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?”&lt;br /&gt;—	 Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler’s Wife)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5824001174189883822?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5824001174189883822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/fleeting-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5824001174189883822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5824001174189883822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/fleeting-happiness.html' title='Fleeting happiness'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5180566588147885474</id><published>2010-10-13T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:58:57.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy ice cream, and that’s close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5180566588147885474?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5180566588147885474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5180566588147885474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5180566588147885474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-722532508874040931</id><published>2010-10-13T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:56:10.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward</title><content type='html'>“The past is like using your rear view mirror in the car. It’s good to glance back and know what’s there. But stare too long and you’ll miss what’s in front of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-722532508874040931?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/722532508874040931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/722532508874040931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/722532508874040931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving-forward.html' title='Moving forward'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1873180270016995870</id><published>2010-10-12T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:39:05.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever? I guess not.</title><content type='html'>“Not everything you have stays forever. But there are things you would be glad to fight for just so you can have them longer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1873180270016995870?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1873180270016995870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/forever-i-guess-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1873180270016995870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1873180270016995870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/forever-i-guess-not.html' title='Forever? I guess not.'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5359991033457793261</id><published>2010-10-11T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:57:48.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for something that's not going to happen</title><content type='html'>And so today again I resisted texting or instant messaging you. I guess I just needed to protect myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab alone at 9am tomorrow. Oh the horrors of waking up early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5359991033457793261?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5359991033457793261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-for-something-that-not-going-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5359991033457793261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5359991033457793261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-for-something-that-not-going-to.html' title='Waiting for something that&amp;#39;s not going to happen'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1765771896710140881</id><published>2010-10-11T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:13:35.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking chances</title><content type='html'>“Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 John Green&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1765771896710140881?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1765771896710140881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/taking-chances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1765771896710140881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1765771896710140881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/taking-chances.html' title='Taking chances'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3114697812218364851</id><published>2010-10-10T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:33:16.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I don't want to miss you anymore</title><content type='html'>But tonight I miss you more than I should than I thought I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-3114697812218364851?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3114697812218364851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-i-don-want-to-miss-you-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3114697812218364851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3114697812218364851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-i-don-want-to-miss-you-anymore.html' title='And I don&amp;#39;t want to miss you anymore'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6512874819376899950</id><published>2010-10-10T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:54:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just feels different</title><content type='html'>“When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 John Green&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/37801196-6512874819376899950?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6512874819376899950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-just-feels-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6512874819376899950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6512874819376899950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-just-feels-different.html' title='It just feels different'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-812488531772664162</id><published>2010-10-10T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T12:49:31.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember the day we first met?</title><content type='html'>“I must learn to love the fool in me; the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.”&lt;br /&gt;—	 Theodore Isaac Rubin  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-812488531772664162?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/812488531772664162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-remember-day-we-first-met.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/812488531772664162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/812488531772664162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-remember-day-we-first-met.html' title='Do you remember the day we first met?'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-4222265120627957546</id><published>2010-10-09T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:24:11.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's always worth it</title><content type='html'>“She’s tough. She tries to hide it. She’s difficult. But if you make an effort, she’s worth it. She’s worth the effort.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—	 Grey’s Anatomy&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/37801196-4222265120627957546?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/4222265120627957546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-always-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4222265120627957546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4222265120627957546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-always-worth-it.html' title='She&amp;#39;s always worth it'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-2882877220950460924</id><published>2010-10-09T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:39:46.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From su's</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes you have to test someone. Not cause you don’t trust them, but to see how much they’ll sacrifice for you. And sometimes you have to let them go; not cause you suddenly stopped loving them, but to see if they love you enough to come back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes like she said epic failure. Bingo.&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/37801196-2882877220950460924?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/2882877220950460924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-su.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2882877220950460924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2882877220950460924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-su.html' title='From su&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-2102412979900161690</id><published>2010-10-07T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:13:19.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it in the backseat</title><content type='html'>"Nobody ever gets tired of loving. But everyone gets tired of waiting, assuming and hurting."&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/37801196-2102412979900161690?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/2102412979900161690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-it-in-backseat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2102412979900161690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2102412979900161690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-it-in-backseat.html' title='I like it in the backseat'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-7269443745667585570</id><published>2010-10-06T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:37:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the love</title><content type='html'>Dear friends, &lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for all the care concern and love. So heart warming to know that there are so many who cares (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-7269443745667585570?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/7269443745667585570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/feel-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/7269443745667585570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/7269443745667585570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/feel-love.html' title='Feel the love'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-728923330634822379</id><published>2010-10-06T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:46:48.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't this happen all the time</title><content type='html'>"Too bad that people can’t switch problems. Because nobody knows how to solve their own problems, but they always know how to solve another’s."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-728923330634822379?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/728923330634822379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/doesn-this-happen-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/728923330634822379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/728923330634822379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/doesn-this-happen-all-time.html' title='Doesn&amp;#39;t this happen all the time'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1273819659023286155</id><published>2010-10-04T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:41:22.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only love, give it away</title><content type='html'>“When perfect couldn’t keep a love alive, when trying your hardest doesn’t seem to work, you feel undeserving and unworthy of (their) love. So we give up. Very few cling onto love and hang on till the very end. But how many actually constantly try/want to be better, and be so for him/her? If you find someone like that, here’s my take: Be sure to hang on to that person, and be the same for him/her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1273819659023286155?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1273819659023286155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-only-love-give-it-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1273819659023286155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1273819659023286155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-only-love-give-it-away.html' title='It&amp;#39;s only love, give it away'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-3784848691556470192</id><published>2010-10-03T13:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:18:39.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much happiness</title><content type='html'>So this was us chilling on a friday night. Only when you're young and single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdXMItetI/AAAAAAAADPc/h2P-bNFqsuA/s1600/39289_435622600207_560255207_5225090_6066287_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523697227201870546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdXMItetI/AAAAAAAADPc/h2P-bNFqsuA/s400/39289_435622600207_560255207_5225090_6066287_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdW-k6heI/AAAAAAAADPU/XgZKZfSXEmE/s1600/39289_435622620207_560255207_5225094_4618977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523697223562069474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdW-k6heI/AAAAAAAADPU/XgZKZfSXEmE/s400/39289_435622620207_560255207_5225094_4618977_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdI9X2aYI/AAAAAAAADPM/mDawlUOHQ8I/s1600/47001_435622745207_560255207_5225101_1543845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696982720670082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdI9X2aYI/AAAAAAAADPM/mDawlUOHQ8I/s400/47001_435622745207_560255207_5225101_1543845_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdIwho95I/AAAAAAAADPE/Ows4_4x4kzo/s1600/39289_435622635207_560255207_5225097_8326064_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696979272071058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdIwho95I/AAAAAAAADPE/Ows4_4x4kzo/s400/39289_435622635207_560255207_5225097_8326064_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdItBIoQI/AAAAAAAADO8/1f3wqGGyPKw/s1600/40760_435622340207_560255207_5225081_6611841_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696978330427650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdItBIoQI/AAAAAAAADO8/1f3wqGGyPKw/s400/40760_435622340207_560255207_5225081_6611841_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdIaUnDbI/AAAAAAAADO0/q-mCYfN8sWU/s1600/40760_435622375207_560255207_5225088_6078878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696973311839666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdIaUnDbI/AAAAAAAADO0/q-mCYfN8sWU/s400/40760_435622375207_560255207_5225088_6078878_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdISKoB0I/AAAAAAAADOs/M9mUtzCtCLU/s1600/62387_435621500207_560255207_5225035_2141690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696971122476866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdISKoB0I/AAAAAAAADOs/M9mUtzCtCLU/s400/62387_435621500207_560255207_5225035_2141690_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgcjZdsEEI/AAAAAAAADOk/hjzg9Y9-HUg/s1600/44253_435623280207_560255207_5225132_3112995_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696337426321474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgcjZdsEEI/AAAAAAAADOk/hjzg9Y9-HUg/s400/44253_435623280207_560255207_5225132_3112995_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgcjHfYsjI/AAAAAAAADOc/V7b08KICPxY/s1600/47001_435622740207_560255207_5225100_1129658_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696332601602610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgcjHfYsjI/AAAAAAAADOc/V7b08KICPxY/s400/47001_435622740207_560255207_5225100_1129658_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgcjFVLzFI/AAAAAAAADOU/AMLDzmqyixM/s1600/39289_435622645207_560255207_5225099_6534430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696332021943378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgcjFVLzFI/AAAAAAAADOU/AMLDzmqyixM/s400/39289_435622645207_560255207_5225099_6534430_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgciiiBROI/AAAAAAAADOM/74Td7R192mE/s1600/47001_435622755207_560255207_5225103_1676234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696322680538338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgciiiBROI/AAAAAAAADOM/74Td7R192mE/s400/47001_435622755207_560255207_5225103_1676234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgcijwy9kI/AAAAAAAADOE/2QqFM0v2OQ8/s1600/62513_435622895207_560255207_5225113_4676784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523696323010950722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgcijwy9kI/AAAAAAAADOE/2QqFM0v2OQ8/s400/62513_435622895207_560255207_5225113_4676784_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb35Abi0I/AAAAAAAADN8/uYOFUCfzW7o/s1600/62710_435623085207_560255207_5225123_4071646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523695589979294530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb35Abi0I/AAAAAAAADN8/uYOFUCfzW7o/s400/62710_435623085207_560255207_5225123_4071646_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb3eY33_I/AAAAAAAADN0/SpsXxPr_6eY/s1600/62710_435623095207_560255207_5225125_469814_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523695582834057202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb3eY33_I/AAAAAAAADN0/SpsXxPr_6eY/s400/62710_435623095207_560255207_5225125_469814_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb3UIv3DI/AAAAAAAADNs/pJhMk_iHgL0/s1600/62710_435623105207_560255207_5225127_2954052_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523695580082068530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb3UIv3DI/AAAAAAAADNs/pJhMk_iHgL0/s400/62710_435623105207_560255207_5225127_2954052_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb3LCEZJI/AAAAAAAADNk/GoF6xTQ2fcs/s1600/63386_435623445207_560255207_5225143_1942705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523695577638134930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb3LCEZJI/AAAAAAAADNk/GoF6xTQ2fcs/s400/63386_435623445207_560255207_5225143_1942705_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb20sLPiI/AAAAAAAADNc/KkVeH3Kesxs/s1600/63386_435623450207_560255207_5225144_3122951_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523695571640729122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgb20sLPiI/AAAAAAAADNc/KkVeH3Kesxs/s400/63386_435623450207_560255207_5225144_3122951_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brunch-ed at Strictly Pancakes, an all day pancake cafe opened by Jasmine's friend who's only 22. WOW, accomplished much? I'm only 20 and what significant/life changing things have I actually done? Bet I can count them with my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna have a cafe of my own too.&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/37801196-3784848691556470192?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/3784848691556470192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-much-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3784848691556470192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/3784848691556470192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-much-happiness.html' title='too much happiness'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TKgdXMItetI/AAAAAAAADPc/h2P-bNFqsuA/s72-c/39289_435622600207_560255207_5225090_6066287_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-4635215347927455044</id><published>2010-10-02T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:10:13.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday baby!</title><content type='html'>Friday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with du, su and yanjun for Charlie St. Cloud. Du found it draggy and boring, su and yanjun thought it was not too bad but could have been better. I just used it as an excuse to cry my heart out. I did not cry luh okay, I just sobbed at the sad and sadder parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole moral of the movie was about how certain lucky people are given a second chance at life again. Life. So tough sometimes. And I used to keep having suicidal thoughts whenever shit happens. Be it about school, oh yea trust me there are countless of times where I felt like committing suicide so I wouldn't have to study, wouldn't have to worry about my parents' expectations of me or about what a stupid person I am because I know nuts about my school work. Or just life in general. I've even came up with  a list of "painless deaths". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping down from a building is a huge no no. I will be disfigured by the time my head lands straight down the concrete floor. Not such a pretty sight to look at huh. I don't know how some people have the guts to do that. I really wonder. And it's frigging painful can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning? Uhhh no, because I can swim so it's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhaling gas from stove, too dangerous, what if I burn down my house then where will my family live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhaling excess carbon monoxide from car exhaust, where to get car from? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best bet? OD on whatever pills you can get your hands on. So painless, maybe just foaming at the mouth, that's all. Still can look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I didn't try any of that because after that I think it's damn stupid to die over such things or a person. And I must clarify that I am not a psycho, I do not always have suicidal thoughts. Only when shit happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I am definitely living life to it's fullest despite the bullshit. I'm gonna start studying from next week onwards, hopefully graduate with a bachelors with second upper class (I really wish), FYP (find your partner), get married, have 3 wonderful kids and be a hot momma. Yay so exciting wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-4635215347927455044?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/4635215347927455044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-friday-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4635215347927455044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4635215347927455044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-friday-baby.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Friday baby!'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-4729941058006095233</id><published>2010-10-01T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:52:47.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;“Only time will determine when and how you’re going to move on. Sure, it might not be right away like you want it to be, but eventually one day you’ll wake up and realize that somewhere along the way, that piercing feeling you’ve always felt inside your chest faded and went away while you were too busy living life to notice.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-4729941058006095233?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/4729941058006095233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4729941058006095233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4729941058006095233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-5371019942013454939</id><published>2010-09-30T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:43:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With friends like these who needs enemies</title><content type='html'>Yknow how busy everyone gets when sch starts, not in a poly way kind of busy but it's like 528304619x worse, and with all that competitiveness, but your best friends actually make time for u despite having an interview and tons of deadlines to meet, letting you pour out your woes at 1 in the morning and etc. You know that they're definitely keepers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-5371019942013454939?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/5371019942013454939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/09/with-friends-like-these-who-needs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5371019942013454939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/5371019942013454939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/09/with-friends-like-these-who-needs.html' title='With friends like these who needs enemies'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6030332413188128201</id><published>2010-09-30T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:53:09.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die a little inside</title><content type='html'>I've been acting like I'm okay but I'm not. What if I stay like this forever, what if I never get over Chuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea Blair, you always say stuff that I can fully relate to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I will get over it but how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the only thing that I actually look forward to meeting apart from my best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets so quiet at night and sometimes my stupid tear ducts turn on for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just wished it'd be that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like dying. Ya just sometimes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6030332413188128201?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6030332413188128201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/09/die-little-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6030332413188128201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6030332413188128201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/09/die-little-inside.html' title='Die a little inside'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-2413279122858441179</id><published>2010-09-26T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:48:24.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long hiatus</title><content type='html'>So it's been exactly one month since I last posted. I'll be posting when I'm free, not saying that I'm free now but since I'm taking a break from my report, let me rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has always been a dread since week zero. There's nothing to look forward to, every day's a drag and seriously they should come up with some sort of a handbook on how to survive in uni. It's all self learning, nobody cares about your attendance, lab sessions are like "here are your equipment, start recording your results", people you meet which you can safely stereotype them into 4 categories : The selfish nerds, nicer kids who come from poly, the over-enthu rah rah hall peeps oh and of course the cool ones, namely Siew Tin and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm so far I have zilch idea about physics. And its the fifth week already. Just stab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aside from that, my room in hall seems to be getting a little more comfy because I've been staying there pretty often (managed to survive one night alone) although I absolutely hated the sight of it on my first trip there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-school related:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since the bffflutd met up without missing anyone. However the most recent was us&amp;amp;other halfs having dinner at Bella's Pizza, and I swear I am never going back to Pizza Hut anymore unless I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Siew Tin's 21st at MBS last Saturday and got the chance to swim at the infinity pool. The view was fawesome and of course the party too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hanging out with Kenny pretty often, don't know what I'd do without you. He never fails to wow me with magic. He has been so fabbbb, coming all the way to Pioneer in consecutive days just to send me back to hall before heading home/have dinner/crashing for the night because it's damn creepy staying alone/going to places that I wanna go/listen to me whine all day about how school sucks/etc. And that was enough magic to last me through the week. Many ♥♥♥ for you huney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, that was my life for the past couple of weeks in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-2413279122858441179?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/2413279122858441179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-long-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2413279122858441179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2413279122858441179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-long-hiatus.html' title='After a long hiatus'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-8152563459791484785</id><published>2010-08-26T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:03:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy bum</title><content type='html'>I should start blogging about hall camp, but I'm feeling so lazy, what's new. Maybe tomorrow okay! Nevertheless this week has been good so far (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-8152563459791484785?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/8152563459791484785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/lazy-bum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8152563459791484785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/8152563459791484785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/lazy-bum.html' title='Lazy bum'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-4152141769101727660</id><published>2010-08-14T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:34:13.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>I am currently lying on my bed waiting for someone to help me pack my bags for camp. I am the laziest pig around, I have been staring at the pile of clothes about an hour ago and haven't done any packing. 6 days camp. Omg longest camp ever! What's worse, trackpants are a compulsory, so heavy! I have to bring 4 sets of footwear, 6 sets of clothes undergarments, 2 old tees, swimwear and beachwear, 1 set of smart casual attire blah blah. Machiam going for holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway pre-camp today was pretty fun. More happening than the orientation camps I had in poly. My group mates are quite nice I suppose, no nerds and I found someone I can click with hahaha so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we did mass dance, painting of flag, played ice breaking games and the usual. I am actually starting to look forward to the actual camp this Monday, despite the fact that I'll only get minimal hours or no sleep at all, be soaked in mud and other rubbish and play disgusting games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one last thing, all the freshies are supposed to ask a senior of the opposite gender of a different group to be our date for dinner&amp;dance. LIKE WHAT?!!!! What if tio reject! Pai seh like hell please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COBA! OVIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'd better get started packing now ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to watch The Click Five live tomorrow evening hehehehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO&lt;br /&gt;-S&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/37801196-4152141769101727660?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/4152141769101727660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4152141769101727660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/4152141769101727660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-2589311486237282416</id><published>2010-08-13T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:24:28.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>favourite photo of the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TGQqUcDpFlI/AAAAAAAADNI/eaT_BBeLGnk/s1600/11380029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504571175170807378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TGQqUcDpFlI/AAAAAAAADNI/eaT_BBeLGnk/s400/11380029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Xiuz said, I think I am too comfortable right where I'm at now. I feel so lazy to make new friends. I feel that the friends I have are more than sufficient. Ahhhhh. This is bad, I should start getting out of my comfort zone, else how to survive for the next five days. All the enthusiasm for pre-camp and camp has died down, because it finally hit me that I am going ALONE and I have to start making new friends. Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-2589311486237282416?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/2589311486237282416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/favourite-photo-of-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2589311486237282416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2589311486237282416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/favourite-photo-of-moment.html' title='favourite photo of the moment'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q94ggLvDKLc/TGQqUcDpFlI/AAAAAAAADNI/eaT_BBeLGnk/s72-c/11380029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-2297440093638129423</id><published>2010-08-11T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:47:21.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome summer</title><content type='html'>Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly time with Yanjun. Imisschusomuch. Went to Kki at Ann Siang for cakes but phail-ed because the cafe was too crowded and ended up at Shots. Walked around and shopped a little. Nothing interest me anymore. I can't seem to find anything that I'm dying to get my paws on. Am I supposed to be happy because I can actually start saving up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn mee, salted caramel tart, towned and collected Kenny's shoes, headed to Holland Village's Thai Express for dinner and ended the night with a super long bus ride back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulau ntu to collect my ezlink. My photo looked like I went for a botox jab ): Mega phail. Vivo for yoghurt and back to Tampines for dinner. Kenny day 2 ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, 6 months has whizzed past in a blink of an eye. Time passes so fast when you're having fun, my summer was and still is awesome. I hope you had fun too (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-2297440093638129423?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/2297440093638129423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2297440093638129423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/2297440093638129423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome-summer.html' title='awesome summer'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-6660274005775683004</id><published>2010-08-08T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:44:37.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the only exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Helena Kvarnstrom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-6660274005775683004?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/6660274005775683004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-only-exception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6660274005775683004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/6660274005775683004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-only-exception.html' title='you&apos;re the only exception'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37801196.post-1010419273028075207</id><published>2010-08-08T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:50:20.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear 嘉伟</title><content type='html'>我很喜欢你, 感谢你所做的一切 ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37801196-1010419273028075207?l=myelectricweekends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/feeds/1010419273028075207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1010419273028075207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37801196/posts/default/1010419273028075207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myelectricweekends.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear.html' title='dear 嘉伟'/><author><name>BRIGITTE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09389601443026607050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
