<?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-15291685</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:59:44.669+08:00</updated><category term='Important Issue'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='blah blah blah'/><category term='camwhore'/><category term='Uni'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Food for thought'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='about me'/><category term='Moments'/><title type='text'>My world in words...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-6493379500799701559</id><published>2008-10-14T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:28:14.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>历史重演</title><content type='html'>应该没有人再会来看这个部落格吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那也好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好不开心，真的好不开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼泪一直一直的流，留下了两道咸咸的泪痕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我突然什么心情都没了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一整天愉快的心情也都突然蒸发了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好希望赶快的独立。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许有一天，我终于有机会过我想过的生活也不定。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;俏丽，快睡吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼泪，始终还是陪你入睡的良伴。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-6493379500799701559?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6493379500799701559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=6493379500799701559' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/6493379500799701559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/6493379500799701559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='历史重演'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4996176186476632009</id><published>2007-10-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:27:10.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I've migrated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have shifted over to Wordpress! So change your links peepz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cherrieluv.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://cherrieluv.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's unimaginative lar... It's actually to save you the hassle of remembering my new blog site. =D See, I'm such a nice person. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4996176186476632009?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4996176186476632009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4996176186476632009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4996176186476632009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4996176186476632009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-shifted-over-to-wordpress.html' title='I&apos;ve migrated!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-7104421300310344865</id><published>2007-10-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:03:48.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Migration in progress...</title><content type='html'>Will be emo-ing over at my wordpress blog for the time-being. Might consider shifting over for good. Find me if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't, you can always ask me if you miss reading my nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-7104421300310344865?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7104421300310344865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=7104421300310344865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7104421300310344865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7104421300310344865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/migration-in-progress.html' title='Migration in progress...'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-5495840425327110107</id><published>2007-10-16T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T01:04:47.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Horror of horrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Created a new friend test. Go see how well you'd score! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 years. I thought I'd finally put it behind me. All the nightmares, all the headaches, all the suffering. But, I should have known better. I should have known that I wouldn't be so lucky. Lucky things just don't happen to a girl like me. I seems to be destined to eternal doom, without the chance to escape, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's come back to haunt me again. Determined to make my life more of a mess than it already is. Mathematics. No, not just Mathematics. It's Additional Mathematics. Doesn't matter if they give it a different name like Mathematics for Business and Social Sciences, there's no need for the smoke screen effect, I can recognise what is Add Maths from a mile away. When I'd finished the dreaded Add Maths paper for my SPM two years ago, I thought that that would be the end of my sufferings, I'd no longer have to slave over a bunch of numbers and weird symbols, trying to make sense of it. Apparently, I. Was. So. Damn. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always struggled with Add Maths ever since I was in Form 4. I was 15 then. Fast forward 3 years later, I still suck at it. Mathematics is not for a person like me. I can never fully comprehend the 'joy' and 'excitement' that some claim to feel when they managed to solve a particularly challenging Mathematical equation. All I would feel is "Oh finally! Now let's move on..." I would rather write you 5 essays instead of solving 20 Add Maths equations at any given day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the shock I felt today when the lecturer stepped into the class and started giving out Maths notes and questions and started blabbing about formulas and what-nots. I nearly died when I looked at my so-called lecture notes. An inch thick of papers, all filled with Mathematics equations, in ENGLISH! Did I mention that in my 18 years of life I had only ever learned Maths in Mandarin and Malay? All the terms and stuff were completely in English this time around. Which means I have to start learning all over again. Great. Fantastic. I can hardly wait &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for this semester to end&lt;/span&gt;. Let's just hope I can pass so I would be able to get to degree year without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should tell you something funny about my Maths lecturer. He's this guy around his late-forties (I'm only guessing-lah of course, I wanted to say fifties but...that seems kinda mean, what if he just looks old? =x) and at first glance, looks just like your normal typical lecturer. But when he opens his mouth, it just cracks me up. No, it's not because he's a joker. It's the way he talks. He ar, he talk ar, like this wan ar, so ar, you can count ar, how many times ar, he says 'ar' in one sentence. He also seems to be seriously lacking basic computer knowledge. That guy doesn't even know how to scroll down the document! "Oh...there's an arrow here...so when I want to scroll down ar, I press this..." HAHAHAHAHA! Now tell me how does that not crack you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm a bit mental. You know, the shock and everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I last camwhored. So there. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture45-2-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-5495840425327110107?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5495840425327110107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=5495840425327110107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5495840425327110107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5495840425327110107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/horror-of-horrors.html' title='Horror of horrors'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8674368599204960757</id><published>2007-10-13T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:41:29.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>Emo post. Just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ing now. Funny how my mood can change within seconds. Why am I so weak? Why do I keep getting affected by these things over and over again? Everytime, it's the same old thing. Yet, I am unable to control myself. I hate this feeling! My insides are squished to the extent of making breathing seems like a chore. I hate myself. *slitswrist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a stupid thing! Get over it already stupid girl. Get over it!! Forget it. I wish I could. Why does it bother me so much anyway? It's not like I didn't know it before. It's just that when I see it out in the open, it still bothers me so much that I feel like a total complete loser. Argh...perhaps carbon monoxide would really help solve my crappy problems once and for all. Gawd I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck did I get involved in this mess in the first place. Fuck it all. I need a hug. Maybe I should just go die instead. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8674368599204960757?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8674368599204960757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8674368599204960757' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8674368599204960757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8674368599204960757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-2001047633513733849</id><published>2007-10-12T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:05:00.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>A minus? MINUS???</title><content type='html'>I am so, so, beat. I need sleep. Now. Just a short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with my friends today. It's been quite awhile since we last had so much fun together. But now my hands and legs are aching. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got back my finals' results. Wasn't too bad. Wasn't too good either. My GPA this semester is 3.50, slightly better than last semester. Sigh, but whyyyyy A minus. T_T Why can't they just gimme an A instead. *emos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off to bed! Ciaoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[update]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, I got 1 measly tiny A this semester. I couldn't help but wonder if I could've gotten higher if I actually tried studying for the two other subjects that I got A- for. Sigh. Too late to regret now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a B for my Marketing. Well, it was actually better than what I'd expected since I didn't really bother studying for the paper. And I never liked the subject much anyway. *shrugs* Was kinda surprised that I'd gotten a B+ for my Sociology paper though. Considering the fact that I'd never even bothered to listen to the stupid lecturer in class before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting class again on Tuesday. Last semester of my foundation year. On the bright side, there's only two subjects since it's a short semester. 7 more weeks and I'll be off to my degree year. I'm still thinking of switching to PR. Can't seem to make up my mind just yet. Ah well... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/update]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-2001047633513733849?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2001047633513733849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=2001047633513733849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2001047633513733849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2001047633513733849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/minus-minus.html' title='A minus? MINUS???'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-285542222466180985</id><published>2007-10-12T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:11:17.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Think your job is lousy?</title><content type='html'>Well, think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of flatus odor judge? No? Don't think you'd have heard of it anyway. I certainly never did. Until now, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flatus odor judge. A.k.a. fart analyzer. At least, that's how I perceive it to be. Like the name suggests, a flatus odor judge actually analyzes people's farts and rates how smelly they are. I am dead serious. Seriously, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me, or wishes to have a more detailed description of people who analyzes farts. Go on ahead to &lt;a href="http://www.popsci.com/popsci/science/41190b4511b84010vgnvcm1000004eecbccdrcrd.html"&gt; this website&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and check it out. They also have a list of other jobs that stinks (pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="medium" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found another interesting site. Thought I'd share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/09/04/heehee-stop-tiklz-gotsta-pee-now/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/09/128298127260157500heeheestopti.jpg" alt="128298127260157500heeheestopti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/08/11/we-getz-dem-frm-squirlz-dey-say-iz-food-we-not-so-sure/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/08/128289903569808750wegetzdemfrm.jpg" alt="128289903569808750wegetzdemfrm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;They have tons of cute pictures like that in their site. All I can say is, KIUT!! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="medium" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Sunway Lagoon tomorrow with my course mates. I'm supposed to sleep now so that I can wake up at 9am tomorrow. Ugh...did I mention my bedtime is actually 8am? That means if I were to sleep at my 'normal' bedtime, I would have a grand total of one hour's sleep. Great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-285542222466180985?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/285542222466180985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=285542222466180985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/285542222466180985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/285542222466180985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/think-your-job-is-lousy.html' title='Think your job is lousy?'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4541178586175839107</id><published>2007-10-09T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T04:12:42.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>I don't give a damn</title><content type='html'>You know what? I think I'm sick of him already. Yea, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sick of him. Out of sight, out of mind. Good riddance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4541178586175839107?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4541178586175839107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4541178586175839107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4541178586175839107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4541178586175839107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-give-damn.html' title='I don&apos;t give a damn'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4700866629958013316</id><published>2007-10-07T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T04:21:53.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I seriously need a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: The only thing stopping me from moving over to wordpress is the un-userfriendiless of it. Or maybe I'm just more used to Blogger's interface. Anyhow, too many buttons and stuffs confuses a technology-retard like me. And I don't like being confused. Nah-ah. Not to mention the various restrictions that wordpress enforces. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of second week of my holiday. And I haven't been anywhere interesting save for KL Tower last week. Or last month, to be exact. Goodness, why is my holiday such a bore. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't been blogging much either. Weird, considering that I sleep at almost sunrise these days. Not that I'd have much to blog about anyway. Who would wanna read about my wake up, eat, rot, sleep, wake up, eat, rot, sleep routine right? I might even be convicted of homicide should someone die of boredom while reading my blog. *GASP* The horror! *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through the average of 2 books per day now. Which is a bad thing. Considering that I don't even have a lot of books to start with. And now I'm running out of things to do when I'm rotting in the wee hours of morning while waiting for sleep to overcome me. Sighness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how people can find things to blog about every single day. Either their lives are incredibly exciting, or they have this amazing ability write long-ass entries about mundane boring things that happened every day. For me, well, let's just say on a scale of 1 to 10, my life isn't exactly gonna be rated a 10 in the 'exciting' department. I'm also incapable of crapping nonstop about nothing. Though this entry might prove otherwise. (Heh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, there really isn't one. Point I mean. My life has no point, my holiday has no point. Gosh, I feel so pointless now. =.= Point point point. Great, now I'm just insane. And lame. And I guess I should probably go curl up in my bed hoping to fall asleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I can't wait for my finals' results to be out. Seriously, I even had a nightmare about it yesterday. I'd much rather get it over with than to endure the suspense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4700866629958013316?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4700866629958013316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4700866629958013316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4700866629958013316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4700866629958013316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-seriously-need-life.html' title='I seriously need a life'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4690667750574005077</id><published>2007-10-02T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:36:49.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>He never fails to make me smile</title><content type='html'>Had a chat with an old friend today. Knew him since last year, while he was still a her to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought he was a girl. After more than half a year of living under the impression that he was a girl, he finally told me he's actually a guy. Imagine the shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, he's only 15. And he's cute. As in personality-lah... Most importantly, he makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks reez. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Oh and he wants me to tell you that he's handsome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4690667750574005077?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4690667750574005077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4690667750574005077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4690667750574005077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4690667750574005077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-never-fails-to-make-me-smile.html' title='He never fails to make me smile'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8543777051251994118</id><published>2007-09-30T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T03:45:08.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Note: All images taken from &lt;a href="http://stickgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stickgirl's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/18fellinlove.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He has a girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/hehasagf2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/agreathug.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/wtf2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/fool1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8543777051251994118?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8543777051251994118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8543777051251994118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8543777051251994118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8543777051251994118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8809225865718212006</id><published>2007-09-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:12:05.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><title type='text'>Peanut butter?</title><content type='html'>I. Hate. Traffic. Jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who doesn't? But i hate hate hate KL's traffic jam. Everywhere you turn, there's traffic jam. Highway, main road or the back lane, it doesn't matter. It'll still be JAMMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KL Tower for the first time today. I know I know...after staying in KL for almost a decade and I've finally gone to KL Tower at long last. I know I'm slow. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truth be told, the view from the observation deck is really cool. Today's kinda rainy, so the view ain't that clear. But I guess it has another kind of feeling to it. We were literally on cloud nine, being surrounded by clouds in the observation deck. But but but...I did not bring a camera. =____= I forgot. Actually I didn't know we were going to KL Tower. So, no pictures to show how nice the view was. ): Sowwee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, I will think thrice whenever I wanna drive down to KL city. I think we actually spent most of our time in the car today. And KL roads are terrible! The road signs were a nightmare... I was so afraid we wouldn't be able to find our way home. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to check out the Starhill Gallery and all but the jam scared us off... So yea, jammed all the way home after spending less than an hour in KL Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I wanna drive to KL anytime soon. No, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and I know it's called traffic congestion. I just like to say jam. I'm a Malaysian what. Bleh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8809225865718212006?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8809225865718212006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8809225865718212006' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8809225865718212006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8809225865718212006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/peanut-butter.html' title='Peanut butter?'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-1449110299222279470</id><published>2007-09-25T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:47:57.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Goodbye second semester~</title><content type='html'>Finally. Finally. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my finals!!! Yes you heard right, I'm officially FREE from the clutches of studies for three whole weeks! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my last paper today. Well, Management was actually quite okay compared to that nightmarish Marketing. Hopefully I'll be able to score for this paper. If not my efforts of waking up at 8am to study will be all wasted. ): Now I can only cross my fingers and hope my CGPA would be higher than 3 this semester. Pressure pressure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...holiday. What a lovely word. Except that I do not have much plans...yet. I don't wanna spend my semester break rotting at home! Think I'm gonna use up all my money during my three weeks break for shopping though. &gt;.&gt; *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, for those of you who enjoys a good read, you should consider getting this book. It's a psychological thriller. One of the better books I've read in recent times. This seriously rocks! Go buy it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.play.com/covers/3358958x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! I'm so pissed right now. Went blog hopping to check out my fellow bloggers' posts just now and guess what I saw when I went over to Unstable's blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you people noticed, but a few days ago there was a sick ass who spammed my chatbox with all sorts of pornographic nonsense. So I blocked his IP address and banned him from posting in my chatbox. So, problem solved. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, THE FUCKER WENT TO OTHER BLOG TO SPAM NONSENSE!! Now you might think that that is none of my business. Normally, yes. But NO! This retarded spastic fucking son of a bitch spammed Unstable's chatbox using my name! He pretended to be me! WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to clarify that the sicko who spammed your chatbox was NOT me. I'm really sorry about this Unstable. And uh...would you kindly remove the sickass' messages from your chatbox? And banning the user's IP address might be a good thing to do as well. Paiseh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-1449110299222279470?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1449110299222279470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=1449110299222279470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1449110299222279470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1449110299222279470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodbye-second-semester.html' title='Goodbye second semester~'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8132754017177016170</id><published>2007-09-21T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:47:18.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Take a hint, will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Pointless rant ahead. Proceed at your own risk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it amazes me to see just how stupid a person can get. There is this guy, let's call him B, he was my senior in secondary school but I never really noticed him as we have totally nothing in common. Even back then, I never really liked him as he has a reputation of always trying to hook up with pretty girls. He would go after one of them, and after being rejected, he would target another one the very next day. And he wasn't even good looking. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward to after I graduate from secondary school, somehow this guy got hold of my number and started sms-ing me and called me even though I told him I don't like people calling me on the phone. Being the nice person I am, I replied his smses although I don't even like him, not even as a friend. Then after sometime, I got sick of him and stopped replying his smses or phone calls. The calls stopped after awhile. (If you really must know, he started hitting on me even though I told him I was attached. And he would try to ask me out again and again. Not that I went anyway. So I got really annoyed and decided to get him out of my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I had erased this person from my memory, I had the misfortune of bumping into him in a mall late last year. I mumbled some excuse that I lost my phone and ran off as fast as I could. The bastard had the nerve to call my phone afterwards with a different number! I answered it and once I knew it was him. I immediately hung up. And ignored his smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a normal sane person would've taken the not-so-subtle hint and stop harassing me right? NO! Months after that fateful incident, I'd completely forgotten about his existence. Again. Til he called me again last night. With yet another different number! WTF? I stupidly answered yes when he said my name. Then he told me who he is. Gosh...I hung up on him after mumbling something incoherent. But the fucker is obviously so thick-skinned that he sent me another message, saying he just wanna make sure I was still using the same number wtf. When I didn't reply, he had the nerve to call again! Goodness, he is the most most most thick-skin person I've ever met in my entire life. WHY ON EARTH CAN'T YOU TAKE THE HINT? I do not want to hear from you or keep in touch with you at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like a stupid boomerang that keeps coming back no matter how many times you toss it away. I freaking hate this kind of people. Stupid stupid stupid. Now my mood is ruined. All thanks to the fucking asshole. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about the asshole. Had my Writing for Business paper today. Tougher than I thought. I almost missed out the last section because I didn't flip the page. -_-'' Now I just hope I wouldn't make too much careless mistakes. This is one of the papers that I'm aiming to score for. Since I wouldn't be able to score for my Marketing exam which falls on Monday. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just got my license. HAHAHA...Beware people! Yes it looks fugly, but that's not the point. The point is, I can drive legally now! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8132754017177016170?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8132754017177016170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8132754017177016170' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8132754017177016170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8132754017177016170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-hint-will-you.html' title='Take a hint, will you?'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4307679086009183832</id><published>2007-09-20T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:13:39.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><title type='text'>Because it's my blog</title><content type='html'>Because I'm a camwhore. Because I miss seeing my face on my blog. Because you can't stop me. Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the redness of the face. Alcohol always does this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture90-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to see how I'd look with dark colour nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture91-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I look yellow... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture13-2o.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just like camwhoring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4307679086009183832?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4307679086009183832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4307679086009183832' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4307679086009183832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4307679086009183832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/because-its-my-blog.html' title='Because it&apos;s my blog'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4597403890493746914</id><published>2007-09-20T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:59:28.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Apparently they can't read.</title><content type='html'>[rant]&lt;br /&gt;Le-sigh. I've sort of half given up on my Friendster already. Too freaking lazy to maintain it. One of the main reason is that there seems to be less and less intelligent lifeforms on Friendster nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let's review some of the idiotic things that people do on Friendster these days. Yes yes, the topic has been discussed to death. But those people never cease to exist. And they piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyday I'd get some friend request from some guy who has like about 700 other chicks in his friends list, with loads of comments ddat l00kss lYkk dhhissh. It hurts my eyes just trying to see what on earth are they typing. Worse if the guy who added me also types in the same way. It's bad enough a girl types like a complete retard. When a guy does it, it's even more disgusting. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then there are those idiots that spam your inbox with nonsense. They'd send like 10 messages a day which contains some link to some websites with some boring nonsensical contents. FYI, I do not even bother to visit those links. My mouse automatically clicks on the delete button on its own whenever I see such messages omfg. I have no control over it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. These are the kind of retards that either never went to school or dropped out of kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on...don't people bother to read anymore? I even got rid of my long ass self-biography and typed a measly 50 words in the About me section for the benefits of those illiterate retards. Still, they chose to ignore it and continue to act like a tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just to let you know, I do not reply messages. Unless you've something interesting to say. If you wanna ask for permission to add me, don't bother messaging me. I'd rather you just add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wrote on my profile. But there'd still be retards who floods my inbox with crap. Which are of course, ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="messagestable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="field"&gt;Subject:&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="value"&gt;hihi&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="field"&gt;Message:&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="value"&gt;can addd u?wat u email add?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My email is in my profile, retard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="messagestable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="field"&gt;Subject:&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="value"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;hello&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/hello&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="field"&gt;Message:&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="value"&gt;can be a friend?&lt;br /&gt;if can pls reply me&lt;br /&gt;wating for u reply o&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learn to read? Perhaps? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="messagestable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="field"&gt;Subject:&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="value"&gt;hi&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="field"&gt;Message:&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="value"&gt;can i add u as fren&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I finally replied. Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. And then there are those that locks their profile. How on earth am I supposed to know who the heck is he when the profile is restricted to the people in his friends list only?! Great, fantastic, fabulous. You want to add me yet I don't know who are you. If I wanna see, I'd have to approve first. dash underscore dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The spammers. Spam spam and spam. And those stupid chain letters. If those things were real I would've died a thousand times already. Maybe even more. Gosh how can people be so stupid as to really believe those rubbish. And no, Friendster is not going to shut down just because you don't forward the spam that supposedly came from the manager of Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have gone on forever, but just in case you guys die of boredom, I shall stop here. Now WHERE on earth is my driving license?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4597403890493746914?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4597403890493746914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4597403890493746914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4597403890493746914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4597403890493746914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/apparently-they-cant-read.html' title='Apparently they can&apos;t read.'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-3422423957275802141</id><published>2007-09-17T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:28:06.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>xD</title><content type='html'>I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl~! =D&lt;br /&gt;(and no, I didn't kill anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 17/20 for my on the road test. And I managed to pass my slope, parking and three-point turn  on  my first try! Yayness! *kembangs* Plus, the JPJ officers were kinda nice to me. Heck, one of them even smiled at me when I went to take my form. Hah, I'm glad I didn't get tested by one of those mean ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting my P license within this week. So don't say I haven't warn you people!&lt;br /&gt;*Psst* I never took my QTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways!! I bought two books last night. Am half way through the first book already. Happy happy~ I think I can just go live in a bookstore and I'll be happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if you think this is a lame post. I really don't have any idea what to write about. I thought about telling you how my entire driving test went. But that will probably bore you all. So I'm just gonna tell the main point. Which I already did. In case you haven't noticed though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I passed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all. Oh, and thanks for all the wishes peeps. Appreciate it a lot! Muacks! You guys are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-3422423957275802141?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3422423957275802141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=3422423957275802141' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3422423957275802141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3422423957275802141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/xd.html' title='xD'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-6126456133048894511</id><published>2007-09-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T23:54:20.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tagging 101</title><content type='html'>Seems like quite a few people I tagged doesn't quite get how tags works. I'm feeling nice today, so I'm gonna do a lil tutorial for you. =) Say thank you won't you? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first of all, what are tags? Tag is basically a game played by children. It's a catching game-lah basically. If you get caught by your friend, then it's now your turn to catch another friend. Geddit? No? I suck at explaining. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this blog tagging thingy is similar to the game. In a sense that when you're tagged by someone, you have to do the tag as well. And the vicious cycle goes on...and on...and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;What am I supposed to do when I'm tagged? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of the tags are really similar. Take my most recent tag as an example.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span&gt;bolded&lt;/span&gt; text is the topic.  For example, I typed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;10 people you love (excluding family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;That is the title. You're supposed to list out the names of 10 people you love. Then you move on to the next topic. Eg. &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 things you wanna do before you die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then you list out the 10 things you wanna do before you die (&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-_-). And when you finish the entire tag, you can tag other people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Not everyone bolds the topic. It's just that I think it's neater that way. Or maybe I'm just weird. Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are several types of tags out there. Some are picture tags. (I hate those -.-) Some are just plain text tags like the ones I posted. It's basically very simple and usually requires a very short time to complete so I kinda like them. Especially when I'm having blogger's block. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that concludes my short tutorial. If you still don't get what the hell I'm trying to say...well, I'm sorry because that's the best I can do. I'm not a good teacher. Will never be one I think. Lols...&lt;br /&gt;Now all those people I tagged can't give me that '&lt;span&gt;I don't know how to do the tag&lt;/span&gt;' excuse anymore! Shoo shoo go do my tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm taking my driving test on Monday! Wish me luck!! I'm gonna need all the luck I can get. Let's hope I won't&lt;br /&gt;1. Roll down the slope&lt;br /&gt;2. Stalled in the middle of the road&lt;br /&gt;3. Bang down the sticks... or cones... whatever...&lt;br /&gt;4. Kill someone / myself *gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and my P license will look like shit (Assuming that I'm gonna pass the exam of course).  Because the photos I took suck big time. Sad sad sad...why can't I be photogenic huh? )): Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah guess what, I bought a new nail polish. It's....RED. It's my first red polish. I can't handle red very well. That's probably why I don't buy any red polish or lipstick or what-so-ever.My mom says I'm not sexy enough to wear red. Bah! I'm gonna try anyway. I'm feeling adventurous today. Let's see if I can pull it off shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: TMD!! I kena conned! @%^$# It's a very deep shade of PINK! WTH...Damn ugly lar! ZZZ...I want RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit edit: Ugh...and it's kinda gooey. Which reminds me of...-_-'' Gross...I want blood red! Not some magneta red wannabe! =( sobx... I'll get one next week. Urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday phen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-6126456133048894511?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6126456133048894511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=6126456133048894511' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/6126456133048894511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/6126456133048894511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagging-101.html' title='Tagging 101'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4810086888915809247</id><published>2007-09-13T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T01:39:49.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>10101010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: I'm contemplating on moving over to wordpress. Yes I know I just shifted back here a few months ago...but I think I need the password protected post feature that blogger doesn't offer. But my blog has been developing nicely over here, so shifting might cause, well, disruption. Should I shift? Or not?&lt;br /&gt;But then again, wordpress doesn't seem to be as user-friendly as blogger. Which might be a problem for technology-retards like me. &gt;.&gt; How??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry for the unimaginative title. My brain is not functioning very well nowadays. The title relates to a tag which I'm about to do if you're wondering ( yes, thank you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; much brian...). Yes yes I know, two tags in 2 weeks? What on earth am I thinking? Am I running out of ideas to blog already? Well, I'm bored, and I really do not have much to blog about anyway. Like I said, brain not functioning well enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my Web Page Design exam today, which I didn't study for. Actually, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planned&lt;/span&gt; on studying...but but...I was lazeee...So I fell asleep holding the book. Next thing I know, it's morning already. &gt;.&gt; And not to mention I was late for the the exam...I walked into the exam hall 10 minutes after everyone started omgwthbbq! So malu-fying. The paper wasn't bad per se, but it definitely wasn't good either. If I'm really lucky I might be able to scrap a B- I guess. Sigh... Next up, Writing for Mass Comm on Monday. Hope I'll be able to do well in it then. Sigh why is my life so sucky? T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla, let's get on with the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer everything, then tag 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;Great, seven was hard enough, now 10?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 people you love (excluding family) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol...right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My bestie, yong&lt;br /&gt;2. All my friends, you know who you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(inserts 8 people's name here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 things you wanna do before you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slap her&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to play a musical intrument, preferably piano&lt;br /&gt;3. Be good in at least ONE thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this in the previous tag, so I'm only going to do 3 more here. Heh, I'm lazy I know. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 things you cannot live without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My cellphone&lt;br /&gt;2. Computer&lt;br /&gt;3. Internet&lt;br /&gt;4. My blog&lt;br /&gt;5. Money&lt;br /&gt;6. Music&lt;br /&gt;7. My friends&lt;br /&gt;8. My bed&lt;br /&gt;9. Books&lt;br /&gt;10. Food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 bad habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastinating!!!11!&lt;br /&gt;2. Doing last minute work&lt;br /&gt;3. Lack of self control&lt;br /&gt;4. Lack of determination&lt;br /&gt;5. Repeating previous mistakes&lt;br /&gt;6. Too sarcastic at times&lt;br /&gt;7. Bad temper&lt;br /&gt;8. Not concentrating in classes&lt;br /&gt;9. Almost always late&lt;br /&gt;10. Spitting out vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 attitudes that turn you off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Show-offs&lt;br /&gt;2. Liar&lt;br /&gt;3. Assuming they are always right&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not give people a chance to tell their side of the story&lt;br /&gt;5. Too boring&lt;br /&gt;6. Overbearing&lt;br /&gt;7. Shallow minded&lt;br /&gt;8. Back-stabbing&lt;br /&gt;9. Overprotective&lt;br /&gt;10. Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 words to describe yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lazy&lt;br /&gt;2. Pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;3. Blur&lt;br /&gt;4.  Sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;5. Boring&lt;br /&gt;6. Emo&lt;br /&gt;7. Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;8. Cute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or so they say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Selfish&lt;br /&gt;10. SHORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 favourite artistes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;3. My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;4. The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;5. S.H.E.&lt;br /&gt;6. Westlife&lt;br /&gt;7. Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;8. Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;9. Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;10. Greenday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 people to tag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I really don't have any idea who to tag, and I'm feeling nice today, so I'm gonna let you decide if you wanna do it or not, see, I'm such a nice person...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I'm hungry =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4810086888915809247?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4810086888915809247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4810086888915809247' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4810086888915809247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4810086888915809247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/10101010.html' title='10101010'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-6529998314159426676</id><published>2007-09-11T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:29:05.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>I'm so dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Freaking Maxis broadband is lagging like shit again. You have no idea how many times I have to click the refresh button just to edit this post. And I'm forced to use IE which gives me a lot of crap pop-ups and stuff instead of Firefox because Firefox is freaking buggy and refuses to load any page at all at the moment. And the idiotic Opera is not compatible with the blogger's page so I couldn't use it as well. There, you see, I'm so nice to go through 3 internet browsers and pressing F5 countless times to refresh the page and publish this post just so you could read my rants online. Now say thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to go for my driving lesson today. Ended up skipping it because I was too lazy to wake up. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Evan Almighty last night. Funny movie. My friend laughed til face cramp. &gt;.&gt; Lols...go catch it if you need a good laugh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had my first exam yesterday. Sociology was...well, to put it mildly, bad. As in bad til I can go bang wall and die bad. I practically died when I saw the questions... *mumbles about misleading tips* I finished the 2 hour paper in 40 minutes. Just great. Now let's just hope I don't flunk this paper. I do NOT want to see the idiotic lecturer's face for another semester thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Web Page Designing. And speaking of which, I'm supposed to be studying right now instead of blogging. But I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;can't help iiiitttt&lt;/span&gt;... Procrastinating is a part of me. )): Ugh, I can't wait for my finals to finish. I'm in need of a mass shopping trip. And perhaps a trip too. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*allthankstopohnee&amp;amp;phen'sblogs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I'm thinking of switching course. I originally chose broadcasting as my major next year. But now I'm thinking about switching over to PR. Advice anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-6529998314159426676?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6529998314159426676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=6529998314159426676' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/6529998314159426676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/6529998314159426676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-so-dead.html' title='I&apos;m so dead'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8649087252231275695</id><published>2007-09-09T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:23:40.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><title type='text'>Camwhorer</title><content type='html'>Pictures pictures pictures... Muahahaha...my lappie is finally repaired, be prepared to be flooded by pictures. Wuakakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, be warned, this post makes no sense. =) It's just here because I feel like camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture82-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web Page Design presentation day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture77.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture56-1o.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture35-1o.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy hair... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture83-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know they're short. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today's lesson was far better. At least nobody honk me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8649087252231275695?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8649087252231275695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8649087252231275695' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8649087252231275695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8649087252231275695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/camwhorer.html' title='Camwhorer'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-1756424694998519772</id><published>2007-09-08T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T17:26:03.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>D-saster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Note: Try typing "=rand (200,99)" in Microsoft word. Minus the quote marks. Kewl trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can pass my driving test. I suck. Big time. Argh! Why the fuck do we have to learn manual gear anyway if I'm going to be driving an auto car once I get my license? This is just so paradoxical. And fuck those people who honk like nobody's business. Cannot see the 'L' sign isit?? Blardy Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for my emo-ness these days. I get stressed out whenever my exams are getting near. In this case, Monday. Crap. I'm so dead. Ugh...cheer me up anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-1756424694998519772?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1756424694998519772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=1756424694998519772' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1756424694998519772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1756424694998519772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/d-saster.html' title='D-saster'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4611248397748021336</id><published>2007-09-07T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T01:51:27.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make. Actually, multiple confessions.&lt;br /&gt;So let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I confess I should actually be cramming for my finals which starts on Monday instead of blogging/gaming all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;2. I confess I have been tagged 3 times and I still haven't done any of them yet.&lt;br /&gt;3. I confess somewhere deep inside I'm trying to suppress  my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jwpn.wordpress.com/"&gt;Poh Nee&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. And this one is easier than the other 2 tags, so Imma do this first. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 things to do before my death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Be famous&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;3. Fall deeply and passionately in love&lt;br /&gt;4. Be filthy rich&lt;br /&gt;5. Try bungee-jumping/sky-diving&lt;br /&gt;6. Write a book?&lt;br /&gt;7. Get a Ferrari/Lamborghini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 things I will not do even if it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoke&lt;br /&gt;2. Do drugs&lt;br /&gt;3. Be a stripper/prostitute&lt;br /&gt;4. Act like a retard&lt;br /&gt;5. Betray my friend's trust in me&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a sex-change operation&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 things I do when I'm away from the public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;2. Scream into my pillow&lt;br /&gt;3. Cry&lt;br /&gt;4. Write emo poetry&lt;br /&gt;5. Walk around naked in my room&lt;br /&gt;6. Daydream&lt;br /&gt;7. Talk to myself &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 favourite sentences/quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fuck off&lt;br /&gt;2. STFU&lt;br /&gt;3. Go die&lt;br /&gt;4. Rules are meant to be broken&lt;br /&gt;5. WTF&lt;br /&gt;6. OMFG&lt;br /&gt;7. Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey whoever told you I was nice anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 favourite songs of all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Forever love - Lee Hom&lt;br /&gt;2. Leave me alone - The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;3. When you're gone - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;4. Because of you - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;5. Secret - Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;6. Innocence - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;7. Hey there Delilah - Plain White Tees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 things I’ll make you wish you didn’t do if you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Back stab  me&lt;br /&gt;2. Pestering me nonstop&lt;br /&gt;3. Act like a retard&lt;br /&gt;4. Accuse me of something I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;5. Disturb me when I'm sleeping&lt;br /&gt;6. Piss me off&lt;br /&gt;7. Use me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 people I would tag (if they have blogs/are still alive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Luke&lt;br /&gt;2. Stephen&lt;br /&gt;3. Sue Yen&lt;br /&gt;4. Shao Yong&lt;br /&gt;5. Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;6. -sqiang-&lt;br /&gt;7. A certain someone who is on my mind now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4611248397748021336?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4611248397748021336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4611248397748021336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4611248397748021336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4611248397748021336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-confession-to-make.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-2894369290445307767</id><published>2007-09-02T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:51:16.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Melancolic</title><content type='html'>All good things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Cliché? Perhaps. But you can't deny that the statement is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you might hate for it to end, it will end somehow. One way or another. It's no doubt a pity. But there's nothing we can do to stop it. Or is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've been on an emotional roller coaster recently. One moment I'm feeling chirpy, the next, I'll be moody. Yes the mood change IS triggered by something, but sometimes, that something is so insignificant even I myself am wondering why on earth I would get upset over it. Alas, I still do. I am weak, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can find the secret to eternal happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wrote this to me when I was feeling like crap. I found it quite true. So I'm quoting her here. (Heh...hope you don't mind, LFF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;By putting on a facade (usually of indifference or happiness), we delude&lt;br /&gt;ourselves into thinking that the problem isn't going to affect us adversely,&lt;br /&gt;it is our security blanket that we placed over ourselves as a way to absorb&lt;br /&gt;the shock of the impact of a certain situation and how we might react to&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In a way, it is good because you don't overreact immediately, instead, you&lt;br /&gt;keep telling yourself that it isn't so bad and that it won't hurt, or, whatever you want to tell yourself, and deep down inside you, you know that that's not true, but you don't care because you'd rather delude yourself rather than allow yourself to fall. It cushions the impact, so to speak. &lt;strong&gt;It's called self denial&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The bad side about it is that as time passes, realization occurs. When you&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realise that the event DID happen and that it WILL affect you&lt;br /&gt;badly. That's when the brunt of the hurt comes from. All along you have been suppressing the hurt/anger/whatever under that blanket of security you put around yourself, but when the breaking point comes one fine day, it will flood all over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The good thing about this situation is that since you gave yourself time to&lt;br /&gt;'delude' yourself initially, your emotions are currently in a more stable&lt;br /&gt;state than previously, where everything was more unstable. Thus you would be able to cope with the surge of emotions more easily.Then when you're done with the mallet of reality hitting down upon your being, you stop your tears, dry your eyes and tell yourself: I have to move on/ solve this problem because I want to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And then, you move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-2894369290445307767?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2894369290445307767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=2894369290445307767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2894369290445307767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2894369290445307767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/melancolic.html' title='Melancolic'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-9150196925970744272</id><published>2007-08-30T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:05:46.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Issue'/><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>Do you know what is the smallest rhino species in the world? Hah...Gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Sumatran rhinoceros. One of the rarest mammals left in the world. It is listed as critically endangered with only about 300 of them left in the world. Thanks to poaching and deforestation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, you didn't go into the wrong blog. It's still Cherrie's blog. Only this time, I've decided to write about something more serious. I have a soft spot for animals, so this kind of things affect me a lot. (All together now, awwwwww~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the rhinos. So, some of you might wonder, why rhino? Why not other cuter looking animals? After all, rhino is not exactly cute and cuddly is it? I'm writing this to support the &lt;a href="http://www.honda.com.my/rhino/"&gt; 'Rhino Rescue Project'&lt;/a&gt; initiated by Honda. Yes, the same Honda that brought you those gorgeous sedans. This project is the one and only corporate sponsorship dedicated to saving the Sumatran rhinos. Honda actually pledged a total of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM5 MILLION&lt;/span&gt; to WWF Malaysia as part of the project. Like OMGWTFBBQ?! RM5 MILLION?! That can buy me loads and loads of clothes, shoes, heck, even a house omg! *fantasizes about new Ferrari*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, the reason we should do our bit to save the rhino is because it is the ONLY rhino species found in Malaysia. You wouldn't want your children or grandchildren to see the rhino only in their textbook right? To think that rhinos might be to them what Dodo is to us...that is awfully saddening. And it is already happening if we don't do our tiny lil part in saving those poor  rhinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to help you ask? Well, if you have a blog or a website, paste the &lt;a href="http://www.honda.com.my/rhino/download/download.htm"&gt; Save our Sumatran Rhino &lt;/a&gt; into your site and help spread the word. =) Lets save the rhinos shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-9150196925970744272?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9150196925970744272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=9150196925970744272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/9150196925970744272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/9150196925970744272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-2107871218040433842</id><published>2007-08-30T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T19:18:30.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>I'm happy. Yes I am. Perhaps not ecstatic, but I'm feeling happier than what I've been feeling recently (If you've been reading my blog all this time you'd know I've been less than a happy bunny recently due to one reason or another).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason? My coursework marks mostly. Though I admit I would have like em to be higher (but then who wouldn't? -.-), but I'm still satisfied with the overall marks except for 1 dreaded subject. Marketing. I didn't do well in my mid term for Marketing, mostly because I didn't study for it. And my assignments aren't great either. So, sigh...I got crappy coursework marks. As for the others, I'm happy. But my Writing for Business marks could have gotten higher if not for the fact that the tutor gave our group such RIDICULOUSLY LOW marks for our assignments. Even recalling our marks now gives me depression. Come on, for both our assignments, we didn't even manage to score at least 25/30 for either one. That, is seriously depressing. But there's nothing I can do now except for studying harder for my finals to make up for those crappy marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I surprised even myself yesterday. I actually started studying! In the library! O.o Well, for some people this is probably nothing much. But for me, I've always did last minute studying... So starting 2 weeks from the date of my exam is kinda a surprise. Let's hope my hard work will pay off during my finals eh? Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...and today is Merdeka eve. While everyone's out there partying, I'll probably be holed up at home doing nothing unless some last minute plan comes up. Ugh...this is depressing. Noooo~ I can't do this now, otherwise my title will be contradictory with my post. *happy thoughts happy thoughts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Happy 50th birthday to Malaysia! =) Lets hope that we will see improvements in the years to come. And I wanna see the fireworks tonight! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I do NOT give a damn about the issue anymore. I am too tired to bother. In other words, I give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-2107871218040433842?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2107871218040433842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=2107871218040433842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2107871218040433842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2107871218040433842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8214678843615033673</id><published>2007-08-27T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:36:32.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The reason you see me offline forever</title><content type='html'>Watched Secret on Saturday. I'm not a big fan of Jay Chou but this movie seriously rawks! Especially considering the fact that he is a first time director. The plot is a pleasant surprise. It's not your typical romance movie but rather one that has substance and style. I've fallen in love with the way he plays the piano~ ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to catch Ratatouille. Food! Gourmet food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet peeves. Trying to decipher an msn conversation after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/reason1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, believe me. I tried to understand, I tried to tolerate it. But I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't freaking have time to decipher every single line of your message okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much better things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8214678843615033673?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8214678843615033673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8214678843615033673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8214678843615033673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8214678843615033673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/reason-you-see-me-offline-forever.html' title='The reason you see me offline forever'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8312944018590107953</id><published>2007-08-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:57:36.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Seventh month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: OMFG! Finals again in 2 weeks! OMFG OMFG! Help!!!11!11!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who didn't know, this month is actually the seventh month in the Lunar calendar. And that means the Hungry Ghost Festival is here. The Hungry Ghost Festival goes on for one whole month and people make offerings to appease the restless spirits roaming our land. And legend has it that the Hell Gates will open on the 15th day of the month, thus releasing all those 'stuffs' to our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is advised that we shouldn't go out late at night and such to avoid attracting some 'unwanted' attention. There are various superstitions such as do not answer if anyone calls your name at night as it might be one of those things trying to take over your body kinda stuff. I'm not exactly a superstitious person per se but I do believe in ghosts. Because I saw them before. Meh...used to anyway. If you guys are interested in that kinda things, you should be able to find plenty of books on this topic. Shan't elaborate further cause I don't know much about these things to begin with anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, today, is the 15th. And I'm evil, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture60-1o.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuakaka...nites! "Sweet" dreams! X）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I am THAT pale. Serious. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8312944018590107953?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8312944018590107953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8312944018590107953' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8312944018590107953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8312944018590107953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/seventh-month.html' title='Seventh month'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-424322410756052775</id><published>2007-08-24T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:03:30.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Biatch</title><content type='html'>昨天淋了一场雨。&lt;br /&gt;感觉，好舒服，好快乐...&lt;br /&gt;好像所有的烦恼都可以被雨水冲走似的...&lt;br /&gt;要不是待会还要上课的话，我真的很想就这样站在雨中，&lt;br /&gt;把所有的不愉快都冲走...&lt;br /&gt;可是，人生往往就不能如我所愿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的很讨厌很讨厌某种人...&lt;br /&gt;那种，表面看来很好的人，看来很信得过，&lt;br /&gt;在你面前永远都是个好人，&lt;br /&gt;但当你转过身的时候，他却把你给背叛了...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经，我也遇过这样的人。&lt;br /&gt;她，让我对这世界多了点提防，多了点怀疑，多了点保留，&lt;br /&gt;也让我的眼光看得更宽，思想变得更成熟。&lt;br /&gt;我很清楚被人背叛的滋味。&lt;br /&gt;真的一点都不好受...&lt;br /&gt;所以，我能了解给人背叛的那种痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你把你心里的秘密都告诉给那个人听，&lt;br /&gt;把信任都放在他身上的时候，&lt;br /&gt;他，却背叛了你。&lt;br /&gt;说真的，我真的很讨厌。&lt;br /&gt;我，不是在帮任何人，&lt;br /&gt;只是觉得这种行为很卑鄙，很无良...&lt;br /&gt;信不信，&lt;br /&gt;接受不接受我的看法，&lt;br /&gt;由得你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-424322410756052775?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/424322410756052775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=424322410756052775' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/424322410756052775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/424322410756052775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/biatch.html' title='Biatch'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-291574188525553498</id><published>2007-08-22T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:05:51.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Was feeling really down. Wondered if she did the right thing. Then, she went over to his profile and saw the 'reason' why she did all this. It suddenly reminded her why should she do this even though it hurts her inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't be with someone like this. One moment he says this to her, next moment, he might just turned his back on her and says exactly the same thing to the other person. You have no idea how much it sucks seeing that kinda thing. To her, I love you is a very special thing. It can't be said to two different people at the same time. It's supposed to be one and only. So she made up her mind, it's time to let go and move on with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't do anything now since the damage is already done. For now, it's either friends, or strangers. It's really up to him. She is also tired. And she doesn't wanna see the other person's picture and feels as if someone is squeezing the air out of her again. It's really too much for her to handle. She fears a breakdown will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, she's contented to live in her own carefully protected bubble and forget about all the rubbish that happened. That is, until someone comes along and burst that bubble. Then you shall see the 'tough as nail' her breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah...how interesting that would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-291574188525553498?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/291574188525553498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=291574188525553498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/291574188525553498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/291574188525553498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-5634164397344619755</id><published>2007-08-22T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:06:53.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>痛</title><content type='html'>亲手毁掉的友情，真的很痛，很痛。&lt;br /&gt;我这次，好像是做错了。&lt;br /&gt;伤得某个人很重。&lt;br /&gt;其实，心里一点都不好过...&lt;br /&gt;表面看来，我好像一点都没事，比起他，我看来好像没什么两样。&lt;br /&gt;死撑，真的就是我的强项。&lt;br /&gt;心里虽然很难过，很辛苦，可是表面上，我和平时也没什不一样。&lt;br /&gt;他，选择了连朋友都不可以做的地步。&lt;br /&gt;而我，却在原地不知所措。&lt;br /&gt;很辛苦，很辛苦。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-5634164397344619755?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5634164397344619755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=5634164397344619755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5634164397344619755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5634164397344619755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_22.html' title='痛'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4133635048728585034</id><published>2007-08-20T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:29:09.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>死撑，是我的强项</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;晴天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事的小黄花&lt;br /&gt;从出生的那年就飘着&lt;br /&gt;童年的荡秋千&lt;br /&gt;随记忆一直晃到现在&lt;br /&gt;吹着前奏望着天空的我&lt;br /&gt;想起花瓣试着掉落&lt;br /&gt;为你翘课的那一天&lt;br /&gt;花落的那一天&lt;br /&gt;教室的那一间&lt;br /&gt;我怎么看不见&lt;br /&gt;消失的下雨天&lt;br /&gt;我好想再淋一遍&lt;br /&gt;每想到失去勇气我还留着&lt;br /&gt;好想再问一遍&lt;br /&gt;你会等待还是离开&lt;br /&gt;刮风这天&lt;br /&gt;我试过握着你手&lt;br /&gt;但偏偏，雨渐渐&lt;br /&gt;大到我看你不见&lt;br /&gt;还要多久&lt;br /&gt;我才能在你身边&lt;br /&gt;等到放晴的那天&lt;br /&gt;也许我会比较好一点&lt;br /&gt;从前从前&lt;br /&gt;有个人爱你很久&lt;br /&gt;但偏偏风渐渐&lt;br /&gt;把距离吹得好远&lt;br /&gt;好不容易&lt;br /&gt;又能再多爱一天&lt;br /&gt;但故事的最后&lt;br /&gt;你好像还是说了拜拜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一首很动听的歌...有点伤感，可是，这，不就是现实吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4133635048728585034?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4133635048728585034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4133635048728585034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4133635048728585034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4133635048728585034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_20.html' title='死撑，是我的强项'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-7405399758187437402</id><published>2007-08-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:55:42.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: As promised, I'll post my bikini photo tomorrow night. It will only be up for an hour before I take it down. So if you wanna see, try viewing my blog between 9-10pm tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of myself. Of him. Of everything that happened between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should never never have let what happened between us happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you let me go? Please? And go back to whoever that your heart belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself. And you probably should, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-7405399758187437402?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7405399758187437402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=7405399758187437402' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7405399758187437402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7405399758187437402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-1838508611888814185</id><published>2007-08-16T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:28:47.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>爱？</title><content type='html'>为什么每一次我以为我可以活得简单一点，少一点烦恼，少一点麻烦的时候，问题就会出现呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的觉得自己很脆弱，很无能...为什么就是少那么一点点的坚持？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我喜欢欺骗自己吧? 就算清楚明白事情不可能会有结果，心里面却还是在骗着自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时我也不懂为什么自己会这么笨，为了一个这样的人，弄得自己真么难过，那么苦恼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我问过自己，他，值得吗？ 虽然心里已有了答案，可是，还是与他在纠缠不清。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许‘爱’这东西真的会让人盲目吧...可是说真的，我也不是很确定我和他之间算不算是爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱...不是应该独一无二的吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的很迷茫...很迷茫...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-1838508611888814185?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1838508611888814185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=1838508611888814185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1838508611888814185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1838508611888814185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='爱？'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-1505010415121979445</id><published>2007-08-13T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:52:46.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Something random</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Down to Earth Doll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/down-to-earth-doll.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're good looking and you realize that looks matter&lt;br /&gt;And you also know that it's your inside that really shines&lt;br /&gt;You do your best to look like an A-lister&lt;br /&gt;But you devote most of your time to being a well rounded hottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Vain Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourbrainquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the brain types, yours has the most balance.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to see all sides to most problems and are a good problem solver.&lt;br /&gt;You need time to work out your thoughts, but you don't get stuck in bad thinking patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about the future, philosophy, and relationships (both personal and intellectual).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/linguistic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.&lt;br /&gt;An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pride Quotient: 62%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchpridedoyouhavequiz/pride-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beyond proud - you think you're honorary royalty.&lt;br /&gt;And while you may be nice on occasion, it's usually just to get what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchpridedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Pride Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-1505010415121979445?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1505010415121979445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=1505010415121979445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1505010415121979445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1505010415121979445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-random.html' title='Something random'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-3465252262239832016</id><published>2007-08-12T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:28:44.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Incompetent</title><content type='html'>Finally, I can breathe again! I've handed in the darned Web Page Design Assignment last Friday and sat for the equally darned Web Page Design test on Saturday. Now I'm free as a bird~! Well, not quite, considering that I still have to edit the Writing for Business assignment and do my news report for Writing for Mass Communication...Oh well, that aside, I can finally afford to slack again. At least for a little while more before my other assignments and tests start to overwhelm me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 long weeks, my lazy ass instructor finally arranged a lesson again. I'm supposed to leave at 3pm later for my second driving lesson(Yes I'm slow, shut it). I'd surprise myself if I could still remember how to drive at all. My perfect memory and all. Sigh. Shall update on the lesson later if I managed to come back in one piece. Ah...and Poh Nee passed her driving test this week, now she can drive legally! Grats girl! (Yes I know I'm slow dammit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I managed to take a peek at my phone bills today (it's a long story). For those of you who didn't know, I'm quite 'fortunate' in a sense that I do not have to worry about my phone running out of credits since mine is a postpaid line. The reason I put the inverted comma is because my phone line is under my mom. And she pays the bills. Which means she has full view of my bills. I do not have access to it. Though I would certainly wanna know how much I spend each month, I certainly wouldn't wanna talk about my bills in front of my mom lest she asks me to pay for them myself. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, that's not the point. The point is, I sms a lot compared to making phone calls since I prefer expressing myself through words. And I wouldn't know how much I spend each month on my phone bill since I don't have access to it. That means I &lt;del&gt;might&lt;/del&gt; will sms a lil too much, sometimes. And my mom will threaten me with my bills. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I hereby beg all my lovely friends, change to Maxis please~ *big wet eyes* @.@ You see, they charge me 1cent for each sms sent to a Maxis number. But 15cents when it is sent to another network operator's number. I could sent 15 blardy smses to a Maxis number for that price. Call me stingy. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/omgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I suck. Big time. I hate parking. =.- And my arm hurts from all that steering. And I get nervous when cars zoom past me. And I love the divider, so much that I keep veering towards it. Did I mention I suck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-3465252262239832016?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3465252262239832016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=3465252262239832016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3465252262239832016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3465252262239832016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/second-lesson.html' title='Incompetent'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-5350260082862618392</id><published>2007-08-08T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:56:20.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>I can't take it anymore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying. I need sleep. I'm suffering. I'm having mild dehydration. My eyes hurt. I'm bone tired. I'm whiny. I need my bed. I need 12 hours of sleep. My class is in less than 7 hours time. *whimpers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate web page design!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Great, now I've contracted conjunctivitis. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-5350260082862618392?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5350260082862618392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=5350260082862618392' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5350260082862618392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5350260082862618392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-take-it-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t take it anymore...'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-5578863235405683316</id><published>2007-08-04T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:56:33.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Change of plans! I'm staying! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a very very random (read: nonsensical) post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture52.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super bored in class the other day. And the also equally bored Hemin let me 'decorate' his finger. =p This is the first version. Personally, I like this better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture55.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second edited version. &lt;a href="http://brianchoke.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt; says this looks nicer. Hmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture56.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever eaten a heart-shaped plum? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture59-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class rept...Jeremy acting cute. &gt;.&lt;" Hair stylist: &lt;a href="http://jwpn.wordpress.com/"&gt;Poh Nee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my blog, how can I not cam whore a lil before I end the post. Right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture8.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold fish impersonator. I hate gold fish... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture71.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my just woke up face. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for today. Sorry if I made several of your brain cells die due to the lameness of this post. But hey! It's my blog. So I don't really care anyway. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-5578863235405683316?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5578863235405683316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=5578863235405683316' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5578863235405683316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5578863235405683316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-7848464581276184596</id><published>2007-07-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:49:04.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Phew...</title><content type='html'>Managed to cross out another item on my wish list. I passed all my subjects in my mid-term test! =D Feels quite contented and happy. Though I barely passed my Marketing and Sociology. =.='' That's the consequences for not studying! Do not repeat my mistakes people! Guess I should be thankful that there are 2 writing subjects this semester though. They're kinda similar to English in a way, so that means a lazy bum like me can afford to slack for the 2 subjects. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing my assignments right now, but feels kinda lazy and started blogging instead. -.-'' So much for not procrastinating huh? Just finished my Management, gonna start on my Writing for Mass Communication now. And then there's the dreaded Web Page Design. I can't design a web page! T.T Anyone care to give me a hand? Sobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I finished my Harry Potter book several days ago. When I first got to know Harry Potter, he was still an innocent eleven-year-old boy who didn't have a clue of what awaits him in the magical world. Then as he grew older every year, I too, grew with him. It's hard to believe that seven years have gone by ever since I saw the first movie and subsequently got hooked on the series. When I first got the last book, I wanted to finish it as fast as I could. But as the end approaches, I wished that it would go on forever instead. I never knew that reading a book can be such an emotional roller coaster. Okay, maybe I exaggerated a lil on the emotional roller coaster thing, but still...it was with a heavy heart when I finally flipped the final page of the book. That's it, finished, the magic is gone, forever. Sigh!!! Still, I think that Harry Potter would live on in the hearts of the many potter-heads out there, including yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/hp1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-7848464581276184596?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7848464581276184596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=7848464581276184596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7848464581276184596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7848464581276184596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/phew.html' title='Phew...'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-3849682240434577608</id><published>2007-07-29T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:30:04.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><title type='text'>I can't think of a title</title><content type='html'>It's a rare sight to see me waking up before noon on weekends. And when I do, it usually means:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm forced to&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm forced to&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm forced to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is one of those days. I had to get up and get ready by 9am for my first driving lesson. Sleep deprived and food deprived, it's a wonder how I managed to survive the two hours lesson. When i got in the car, the instructor started making small talks (probably trying to ease my nervousness -.-) and he mentioned loads of his previous students' names hoping that I would somehow know one of them (though why, I have no idea)...Sadly for him, I kept shaking my head all the way to our destination. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was after he finished explaining how to use the clutch and break and etc, he left me in the car to 'practise' using the gear and stuff...with the engines OFF! I sat in the car and sms-ed my friend for the entire 30mins that he went off for his breakfast. Not to say I did nothing at all! I actually did practise switching the gears and stuff for a while before my leg started protesting. =p Then I drove home.&lt;br /&gt;With the instructor in the car of course...what were you thinking? -.-'' Hehe...although he never let me drove above 60km/hr, it was still quite fun as the engines didn't even stalled once! =D Not bad eh for a first timer? Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at Subang Parade. As usual, I had to buy something. I ain't called a shopaholic for nothing you know. Actually, I'm not a hard core shopaholic like some people, I just like shopping alot, that's all. =p  I wanted to get a new pair of heels as well, since it's the mega sale now. Guess what, the ones I liked all seems to run out of my size. Ended up buying none while my mom, who didn't plan on buying one, got herself a new pair of heels. Darn shoe stores... T_T Oh well, at least I got myself a new mascara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-3849682240434577608?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3849682240434577608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=3849682240434577608' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3849682240434577608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3849682240434577608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-cant-think-of-topic.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a title'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-9010455528911765582</id><published>2007-07-28T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:48:40.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>I need a break!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short note:&lt;br /&gt;Here's something for you to try. It's one of the strangest things I have ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;Left brain, right brain trick.&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.&lt;br /&gt;Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.&lt;br /&gt;Your foot will change direction and there's nothing you can do about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break. A vacation. To get away from my life for a little while. Things has been so busy I can hardly even breathe... Assignments deadlines are fast approaching, tons of tutorial works to do, notes to read, tests to be taken... I feel suffocated. Yet, I can't seem to stop myself from procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back almost all my mid-term test results except for Sociology (which I'll probably flunk...oh whatever...) and Writing for Mass Comm. True enough, my prediction about my &lt;a href="http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/disappointed.html"&gt;Marketing result&lt;/a&gt; came true. I ALMOST flunk the stupid subject. Urgh...see? The consequences of procrastination. I knew perfectly well that I shouldn't be wasting time and doing nonsense but somehow the idea of studying just doesn't appeal to me. I only can do well in subjects that I do not need to study for, subjects which requires more common knowledge than technical and theoretical knowledge. In other words, I'm just plain lazy to study. Is there a cure for laziness? Because if there is, I'd very much like to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. I seriously think I need a break. Life hasn't exactly been a bed of roses recently. Not that it has ever been a bed of roses anyway. I want to get away from it all. Cut myself some slack. I've been slaving over my 'group' assignments till I almost forgot they were supposed to be 'group' assignments. And I haven't been myself lately. I'm operating on only a few hours of sleep every single night...and everyone knows if I do not get my 8 hours every night I'll be like a zombie. My fuse also tends to blow more easily. I get easily irritated when people say stupid lame things, I get irritated when people do not use their brain when they do or say something. I just do not feel like putting on a mask and pretending to be patient and kind or whatever when they pisses me off. For goodness sake,  use the fking BRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the driving school stuff. Turns out the idiot didn't lose my photo afterall. I went and spent another RM12 to take my license photo and when I went to the office to pass it to him, I asked him to double check the computer. Woe and behold! My pretty face is staring back at me from the computer screen. WTF. Wasted my money and he didn't even bother to refund me the RM10 I gave him. Now I have a bunch of fugly license photo sitting on my table. Great. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...my friend called last night and told me they're planning a trip to Redang island next next week. I missed Redang so so much! Haven't been there for so long and I'm dying to go again. And I've missed my friends too. Problem is, it's kinda last minute since I have to confirm almost immediately last night and they're going on weekdays, which means I'll have to skip 3 days of classes. Doubt my parents will be very happy about that. So, sigh, probably won't be going. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I need a new phone. My current one's like crap. Preferably Sony Ericsson. So, any kind souls out there would like to recommend me a nice one? Budget's only aroung 1k though...dead broke. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-9010455528911765582?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9010455528911765582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=9010455528911765582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/9010455528911765582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/9010455528911765582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-break.html' title='I need a break!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-3099753013924787427</id><published>2007-07-24T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:48:59.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting more and more superficial. Today I went to my old blog out of pure boredom. I looked through my old posts and suddenly it hits me in the face. My old posts used to be more personal and much simpler. There wasn't any pictures, just mainly about my feelings and thoughts. Hence the blog name. 'My world in words'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I shifted back to blogspot, I retained the name as I thought it suited my blog quite well. But then, when I reread my recent posts again, I felt that somehow they were much less about what I'm really feeling inside. I'm actually ready to admit that some of the posts were even quite pointless as they're mainly just picture posts without much meaning. I originally set up a blog to chronicle my life's journey and experiences. Now it seems like my original intention were lost in the midst of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like the way things are going and I really hope to change the way I am before this blog turns into a complete bimbo blog like the ones I used to laugh at. Let's just hope I can remain true to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-3099753013924787427?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3099753013924787427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=3099753013924787427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3099753013924787427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3099753013924787427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-2799152627514942347</id><published>2007-07-22T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:04:43.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I GOT IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: I didn't sleep at all on the 21st of July. Wonder if it's some new record for me. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For people who know me. They should know I love Harry Potter to death. I have every single frigging book and I've watched every Harry Potter movie at least twice. Thrice. Or maybe more. For people who don't know me, well, now you do. So 21st of July was kinda like a big deal to me. It was THE day the final book of the Harry Potter series is coming out in stores. The final piece to the puzzle that started 10years ago on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I've been a bookworm ever since I was a kid. Ask my grandma about the times she stood in Popular to stand guard over me as I squat on the floor reading books for hours on end. Once, she got fed up of standing in a bookstore as her granddaughter reads. So she ended up buying 10books at one go just so that she wouldn't have to endure the dreadful experience anymore. Boy, was she wrong. After a few more weeks, it's back to the bookstore for the both of us. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Deathly Hallows was on top my wishlist and a newly acquired friend (by newly I mean about 1month+) generously offered to try and get me the autographed book which were given out free of charge to the first three people who went to Kinokuniya on the 21st of January. So the slightly crazy fella  really went off to KLCC and stayed there overnight to get the book for lil ol'  me. And to think that he doesn't even read any of the Harry Potter books and has only watched the first Harry Potter way back in 2001. &gt;.&gt; (I guess he probably was the only fella there who has not a clue what the whole Harry Potter mania was about) I wonder if he lives in a cave these past few years or what. He says the titles are too long and confusing and he got the books and movies mixed up so he stopped watching them. =.=" Major sweat. Okay lah...since he got me the book, shall not say mean things about him anymore lah...Thanks alottttt for this (very) early Christmas prezzie ya! And thanks for completing my entire collection. =) Oh, he told me one of the interesting conversations he overheard at the KLCC park entrance where they were waiting for the guards to open the gate and let them (rush) in. It goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd (to companion): If I've magic, I would make myself invisible &amp;amp; so that the guards don't see me so I can line up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phen (this sounds waaaay more logical): What the hell? If I can be invisible, steal the book and go home la. Still line up for what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic. That should justify my (intense) dislike for nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the *cough*mighty*cough*&lt;a href="http://stephenstephen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phen&lt;/a&gt;, thanks a lot and even though you didn't manage to get into the top 13 to qualify for the free books, still you forked out money to get it for me. Then you practically delivered it to my doorstep in the middle of the night just so I could read it asap. *Cherrie feels bad now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I was ecstatic to have the book. Thus, some camwhoring is definitely in order. Please please ignore the panda eyes. I do not have Photoshop and I would be too lazy to do edit every one of my pictures anyway. So yea, ignore em. Thank you very muchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture13-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me found this. Outside my house. 11pm. Lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it! Finally! Mine! Muacks! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me love Harry Potter. Too bad it's the last book. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...look at the quill. The book comes with a quill! I can write like Harry! (No wonder his words were fugly in the movie, you try writing with a feather and see!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture11.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look! Comes with a Christmas card as well. (Fine!&gt;&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Phen ar...now is only July lar... =.= Bo calender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture35.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh...final book of my collection!&lt;br /&gt;I love me Harry Potter book! Gonna read it tonight. I already look like a panda anyway. Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-2799152627514942347?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2799152627514942347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=2799152627514942347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2799152627514942347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2799152627514942347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-got-it.html' title='I GOT IT!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-2779337934864169821</id><published>2007-07-21T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:52:02.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; MSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, is D day the final Harry Potter book came out. My friend promised to get it for me. Thanks for queuing up all night at KLCC for the book! Appreciate it loads~! =) ( Although you didn't manage to get the free ones, still, it's the thought that counts!) But one of the cons is that I can't get my hands on the book immediately. Thus, I had to endure this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/msnluke.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/msnluke2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn you Luke. Darn you! If you see someone like this beside your bed tonight, you should know who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/sadako.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wrath of Sadako!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...someone else does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POTENTIAL HARRY POTTER 7 SPOILERS AHEAD!!! Stop scrolling down unless you read the book already.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/msnjason.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not putting the website here. If you wanna know. Ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh...someone complained I didn't mention my onions here. If you don't already know, I have a secret fetish about onions. No, not THOSE onions. They're these cute lil thing that are amazingly misunderstood. I swear, I've seen people calling them earless cats to white chicken! Gosh people...it's a frigging onion! =.= Sheesh. Anyway, a tribute to someone nice who got me THE book I wanted for so long and finally my collection is completed. But more on that later. Now, a favourite onion of mine that he claims to hate. I seriously doubt anyone can hate something this cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/onion30.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me la...so cute how to hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you hor...the funniest was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/lol.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear people on msn are getting weirder and weirder everyday. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I got the book!! It's 11pm! Shall post more about that the next time I update. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-2779337934864169821?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2779337934864169821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=2779337934864169821' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2779337934864169821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2779337934864169821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-msn.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; MSN'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-3708591030221359518</id><published>2007-07-20T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:53:59.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>20072007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I just woke up. At 11pm. No thanks to a certain someone who woke me up to go yam cha &gt;.&gt; I think I haven't slept like this in a long time.Went to take my nap at around 2pm...ended up... -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Nevermind! I have a mission tonight anyway. I have to teman a nicie since he very nice promise to get me a certain book that I wanted =D Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://stephenstephen.blogspot.com/"&gt;nicie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Had a really long night the day before. I actually stayed up until 4am doing the freaking mass comm assignment. Swt...And I CAN'T STAND the fella anymore! I swear, in my 11 years of education I've NEVER EVER saw a lecturer who ask the student to stop the presentation half way just because HE said there wasn't enough time. And it was already the last slide. Ridiculous I tell you. And while he "listen" to our presentation, he sat in his seat like some spineless person who couldn't care less about what the presenters are speaking. This guy is utter nonsense. Grr... Did I tell you I can't stand lecturers who uses Manglish when they teach? Well, now you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-3708591030221359518?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3708591030221359518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=3708591030221359518' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3708591030221359518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3708591030221359518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/20072007.html' title='20072007'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-9188550588638405931</id><published>2007-07-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:32:11.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Vacancy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks to Poh Nee, I get to watch this for free. In fact, I watched it for free and before it was even officially released! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was nice. Of course it was. It's free la, come on people. Haha... XD I've never been to Cineleisure's cinema before even though I stay just a mere few kilometers away &gt;.&gt; Not that I don't wanna go, it's just that everytime I want to go there for a movie, they're always fully booked! Grr...how to go? You tell me la...&lt;br /&gt;Overall the movie was quite exciting (I'm easy to please hehe...the only time I scoffed at a movie in the cinema was when I watched a Korean horror flick called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Teh Wig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, it was the lamest,UNscariest scary movie ever. Heck, even the scary movie is scarier than their wig. Ish...), I was covering my mouth almost the entire time I think. -.-'' At least I didn't cover my eyes okay?! I never do that. =D Oops! I won't spoil it! Watch it yourself, bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I almost forgot a vital part of my evening! I saw a certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so hot can die&lt;/span&gt; person while I was passing by the Curve on my way to Cineleisure. Ashraf Sinclair! With an unidentified friend whose face I didn't see. Aww...come on,&lt;br /&gt;he was standing beside Ashraf Sinclair, you can't blame me for not seeing/recognising him. Sighs...so hot can die man!!! @.@ So, happy bubbly me went off to Cineleisure for my movie. When we came out from the cinema at around 11+ and on my way to the parking lot, guess who I saw again? =D Mr.Ashraf is still in the Curve! *swoons* How I wish I could stay at Laundry the whole night. Darn curfew! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-9188550588638405931?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9188550588638405931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=9188550588638405931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/9188550588638405931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/9188550588638405931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacancy.html' title='Vacancy!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-9131448454123364347</id><published>2007-07-16T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:56:04.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Weird weird day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hmm...has anyone ever heard of the driving school losing your license photo and you had to go take another one yourself to replace the lost one? Well, now you do. MY FREAKING DRIVING INSTRUCTOR LOST MY LICENSE PHOTO!! Here's what happened. I posted about &lt;a href="http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/passed.html"&gt; taking my license photo &lt;/a&gt; awhile back. So one fine weekend morning while I was still in slumberland, the driving instructor decided to disrupt my peace by waking me up. Then he delivered the bad news, "Eh the photo ar...your license wan ar...it's lost..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; -_____-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm supposed to go take another one and pass it to him asap to make my L license. Sighs...me and my luck. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I had classes from 8am till 6pm today. Okay that's not very happy. What I meant to say was, I had some fun slacking and talking in class today. And eating. He he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/DSC00359.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing for Business lecture. Not my fault the pic is blur, blame &lt;a href="http://leewanjun220688.blogs.friendster.com/lovewat_is_love/"&gt;Brian's&lt;/a&gt; shaky hands. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/DSC00363.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the panda eyes. &gt;.&lt;" 8am class remember?         Hmm...seems like I never pay attention in this subject huh? I just noticed the last post where I took pics of &lt;a href="http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/recap.html"&gt;my friends slacking&lt;/a&gt; were also in Writing for Business. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, my mom, bro and me went to the SS2 pasar malam (night market) and I bumped into a few of my uni friends there as well! =D I completely forgot they were going to pasar malam as well until I saw them there. Well, technically they saw me first. Haha... Anyway, bought tons of things to eat as I was starving though there's dinner at home. &gt;.&lt;" I was hungry okay?! My last meal was around 11am in the morning. T.T (eh hem, ice-cream is not counted =p) So now, I'm stuffed. And my dinner is sitting in front of me, untouched. Haha...it's been awhile since I last went to the pasar malam. I couldn't stop myself from buying things as there are so many things there! I bought all foodstuff though. =p  Oh another thing! I'm watching Vacancy tomorrow with my friends in Cineleisure. Hope it's a nice movie. =D Shall say more about that after I watch it. Best of all, the tickets are free! Thanks &lt;strike&gt;PQ &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;a href="http://jwpn.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://jwpn.wordpress.com/"&gt;Poh Nee &lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score for today :&lt;br /&gt;Cherrie - 3&lt;br /&gt;Meanie obsessed with football - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...shall get started on the meme soon &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture144.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling bored the other day hehe...Okay fine, I just wanted to neutralise the 1st two ugly pics. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-9131448454123364347?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9131448454123364347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=9131448454123364347' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/9131448454123364347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/9131448454123364347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/weird-weird-day.html' title='Weird weird day'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-1090597680284224732</id><published>2007-07-15T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:57:23.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Bored on a Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Games/Quizzes_Puzzles/Personality_Quizzes/The_Ultimate_Harry_Potter_Personality_Quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/content/060707/resultcard_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/SummerRoberts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-addiction" style="background: transparent url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_addiction/badge.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: rgb(214, 75, 50); text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 286px; height: 128px; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 17px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: Times New Roman,sans-serif; font-size: 30px;"&gt;54%&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wah...54% @.@ Hmm...is that a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="background: transparent url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/outcomes/bg_coffee_quiz.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 265px; height: 211px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="display: block; text-align: center; padding-top: 167px; height: 35px; font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://mingle2.com/bb/view/how-addicted-to-coffee-are-you"&gt;I am 50% Addicted to Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="padding: 0pt 10px; background: transparent url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/wanted/wanted_badge.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0pt 50%; overflow: hidden; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman,Georgia,serif; width: 289px; height: 436px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; position: relative; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div   style="padding-top: 255px;font-family:Arial,Verdana,serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cherrieluv.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div  style="padding: 15px 10px 10px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WANTED FOR THE HURTFUL DECAPITATION of a SPECTACULAR PAIR OF LEATHER PANTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div  style="text-align: left; position: absolute; bottom: 42px; left: 20px;font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;$2400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uh...this is kinda lame &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/geek-quiz" style="background: transparent url(http://mingle2.com/css/img/quiz/badge1_green.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; display: block; width: 268px; height: 82px;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 125px; padding-top: 28px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;31% Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/cadaver-calculator" style="background: transparent url(http://mingle2.com/img/bb/body_worth/badge.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; 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From Mingle2 - Free Online Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is that a lot? Or little? o.o Who wants it when I'm dead? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I was bored, didn't I? &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...now, who wants to go shopping? :D&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...I just realised something scary. I binge when I'm bored! As in binging and binging and binging on unhealthy stuffs nonstop! =((( NOOOOO!! Now you know why I don't like to be bored. I'm gonna look like a pig if I keep doing this. I need to get out of the house and have some fun!!! I repeat, who wants to go shopping? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-1090597680284224732?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1090597680284224732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=1090597680284224732' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1090597680284224732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1090597680284224732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/bored-on-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Bored on a Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8392361979390049753</id><published>2007-07-12T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:58:26.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Shop til I drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My back is killing me. Literally. I can't really feel my feet either. And I just got back from a shopping spree. It's the once in a year J Card Day at One Utama today. So naturally, I have to go! Wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't. Screw the Writing for Mass Comm test and my Web Page Design practical test tomorrow, shopping is life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thank goodness my mom had to foresight to have our lunch at home first before going to One Utama...If not, I think I would already have starved to death...We really just shop and shop and shop some more! Went there at around 5pm and reached home at almost 11pm. o.o" Terror. We only had our 'dinner' at around 11pm. By then, EVERYTHING looks good enough to eat to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So all in all, me and my mom spent about RM1100 shopping in Jusco today. Excluding food of course. Hey! I said me and my MOM spent around RM1k...not ME ALONE OKAY?? Ish ish... Plus, they have those totally absolutely crazy offers today. You'll probably beat yourself up afterwards if you pass up the offers. Come on, who wouldn't be tempted by those big red 70% SALES sign? Right? Right? Right. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'm feeling very tired and my eyes are killing me now. So I shall post my damages tomorrow. As for now, I have to take a nice long shower and my bed is already beckoning towards me~ I'm coming, I'm coming~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Edit: Okay, here come the pics! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture100-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Applemints top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture152.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Seed top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture150.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Applemints pants (my mom and I actually bought the same pants!! I only realised it after checking the bags when I got home -.-'')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture151.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;VJ jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture149.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;B.U.M. purse to replace my old and worn one! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture145.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture148.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Gosh the swimsuits are SO cheap...I get to actually buy 2 for the price of 1. SO SO CHEAP!! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;eh hem...actually, they ALL are cheap! =D =D =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;These are the things that are mine...so you see, quite few only ler...the rest are bedsheets, comforters and whatnot. Totally not my fault for spending 1k plus on shopping. =p (Though I still take some of the blame...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;But sigh...I lost some stuffs I wanted to buy. I actually have a few more things that I took...but it was no where to be seen when I got home!! After checking the receipts then I realised I didn't pay for them also, means I must have dropped them somewhere before I made it to the cashier. =(  SIGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8392361979390049753?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8392361979390049753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8392361979390049753' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8392361979390049753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8392361979390049753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/shop-til-i-drop.html' title='Shop til I drop'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-7764623290662393714</id><published>2007-07-11T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:58:57.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Disappointed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today...was the day I've been waiting for...for a long time. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is OUT in Malaysian Cinema! Went to watch it after class today with my family. After reading the book for so long and waiting for the movie to come out since last year, I have to confess I was quite disappointed with it. =(  Don't worry peeps, no spoilers here. Wouldn't wanna spoil it for you guys now would I? But yeah...the storyline was fine but there were some details which were different from the book. Though only those who read the book might complain I guess. My dad complained that it was boring. -.-'' Oh well, what do you expect?? You didn't even watch the previous ones properly before! And so, that's pretty much it. I can't really say much about the movie without giving away the plot and storyline and risk spoiling it for everyone who reads this blog. A word of caution for those who read the book beforehand and expects the movie to be exactly like what J.K. Rowling wrote, IT IS NOT! Oh well, the bigger the expectation, the harder the fall I guess. Guess now I'll just wait for the 7th and final book to come out in exactly 10days time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/hp5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/hp7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Haha...anyway, tomorrow is J Card Day at One Utama. Which can only mean one thing for me. SALES!!! =D I'm so going there after my classes tomorrow. I have tons of things I wanna buy. Utar's schedule is really killing me. T.T I'm in the midst of having my mid-terms and I just sat for my Marketing test today. Hell doesn't even begin to describe the paper. Or it might just be my fault of studying last minute as usual. Hmm...* ponders* =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ah...and since I haven't been updating for quite awhile (sorry lah, was abit lazy and abit caught up with studying...actually just lazy I think &gt;.&gt;), I guess I should tell you guys that I drove for the first time in my life on Sunday! A real car! Haha...I should probably start at the beginning. =p So on last Sunday, I went for the 6 hours practical class where we were supposed to learn about the various parts of the car, engine and how to do basic maintenance for our own car (read: total and utter boredom and a waste of time). Then after 3 hours of sitting in a classroom stoning, we were separated into groups of three and each group is suppose to get some hands-on experience about learning to recognise the various engine parts of the carl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Thus, 3 idiots including me were seen crowding around the opened hood of a Kancil on a blazing hot Sunday afternoon trying to identify the engine parts. If that wasn't bad enough, our instructor actually asked us to observe the engine and went off to slack somewhere for almost 10minutes! I felt like a total retard standing in front of the engine pretending I'm interested in actually learning about car engines under a hot sun. Sigh...like I said, a total and complete waste of time. MY time. And just about everyone else's for that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Then we were given another half an hour of break which I spent rotting. Then comes the 'highlight' of my entire day. We were each given a chance to drive the Kancil around the driving school. Nothing much, just a couple of rounds around the driving centre. But since it's my first time ever handling a real car, it was pretty good fun for me. =D At least nobody died when I was driving okay?? To think that 3 people actually placed their lives in my hands that fateful afternoon...Hahaha...hopefully I'll get my L soon and start some proper driving lessons. Car! Wait for meeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh p/s again:&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term marks so far :-&lt;br /&gt;1. Management  41/50&lt;br /&gt;2. Web Page Design 74/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfactory so far I'd say. But I might have spoken a tad too soon. Just wait till my Marketing marks come out and I'll probably be forced to eat my own words. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-7764623290662393714?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7764623290662393714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=7764623290662393714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7764623290662393714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7764623290662393714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-7419881057406464186</id><published>2007-07-03T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:59:36.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Withdrawal Symptoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm still sick. Fever's gone, but still feeling like I'm in hell. One of my friend asked me why did I blogged in Mandarin, "I can't understand Mandarin, so how am I supposed to know what happen to you?" Sorry...I usually blog in Mandarin when I'm feeling a tad emo. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, missed another day of class today. Just wasn't up to waking up at 6+ in the morning to get to class. Plus! I have the mother of all backaches...it's still hurting now! From the time I woke till now... -__-" That's what you get for spending too much time lying in bed. (I was sick since Saturday, so you do the Maths...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lousy dinner again, as usual. Spend my entire day rotting/gaming/blog reading/chatting/smsing while tomorrow is my Writing for Business mid-term exam. Yea...smarty-skirt aint I? Lols...Now I'm having serious PWS. Serious sh!t...Pasta withdrawal symptoms. Noooo... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/0211575_2-792590.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drooling yet? I know you are~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-7419881057406464186?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7419881057406464186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=7419881057406464186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7419881057406464186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7419881057406464186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/withdrawal-symptoms.html' title='Withdrawal Symptoms'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-2481099405773597326</id><published>2007-07-02T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:00:14.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>病了</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;今天我又翘课了...昨天病得好严重...整个人头昏眼花的...连走步路也似要晕倒似的...发烧到脸就像番茄一样，还蛮好笑的，哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;噢，我也是昨天才发现原来星期天是没医生开门的！唔...想起来这应该算是我病得最严重的一次了吧...这句话从我口中说出来就不可轻视了哦...我可是医生的常客噢...哈哈哈！刚刚才去看了医生，烧已经退了，看来明天应该可以去上课了吧。 唉...偏偏要等到考试即将来临的时候我才来病，好不争气噢...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-2481099405773597326?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2481099405773597326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=2481099405773597326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2481099405773597326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2481099405773597326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='病了'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-393837491576315876</id><published>2007-06-30T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:00:31.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>哭了</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;今天我哭了。 也有几个月没哭了吧...对我来说应该算是新的记录了...怎知， 今天终于破戒了...唉， 原因很傻，也许有些人会觉得这种事哪有人会哭的嘛? 简直就无聊透了...可是我想啊，说不定就是闷在心里太久了，所以今天终于发泄了出来。 其实也不算哭得很厉害罢了，只是眼泪就徐徐的滑下我的脸颊...心里有一种隐隐作痛的感觉。 加上我今天又病了...感觉还真不好受...&lt;br /&gt;今天没去上课...病了真得很辛苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-393837491576315876?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/393837491576315876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=393837491576315876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/393837491576315876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/393837491576315876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_30.html' title='哭了'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-2170128168474155917</id><published>2007-06-29T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:01:00.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Went back to my secondary school on Thursday for my ex-principal's retirement celebration. I haven't been back there eversince I graduated in 2005. Was really quite surprised to see that my old school underwent so many changes in just two years time. Became so nice! At least the walls are no longer pink. XD  Met up with all my old friends once again. Some really changed until I almost couldn't recognise them at all. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised that the teachers could still remember my name. Haha...because I had trouble remembering a few of theirs. &gt;.&lt;" Heartless, yea, I know. The performances were nothing much, except that I got quite a shock seeing one of my old teacher sang a song dedicated to my ex-principal. Hmm...I have to say she has quite a melodious voice though. =D Loads of performances by both the ex-students and the current students as well...but I didn't take any pictures due to the fact that I couldn't possibly get a nice shot with my lousy phone and those performances weren't the main point of my evening. =p   The MAIN POINT is here. Or should I say below? XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/867864770l.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of us. Ah...the good old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/199076653l.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the corridor where we were always stalking the mirror. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/123366679l.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the squashed face in the middle. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/358728037l.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ai Ling &amp;amp; Czet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/767732967l.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side shot by Pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was really fun catching up with all of them. Since it's really hard to get them all together now because everyone is just so busy with their lives. I'm definitely looking forward to the next time we get a chance to meet up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-2170128168474155917?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2170128168474155917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=2170128168474155917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2170128168474155917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/2170128168474155917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-5956393288042569830</id><published>2007-06-26T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:01:32.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Okay...yesterday's post was abit lame...Haha...yea. So now I'm going to do a recap on yesterday and the day before it as the pictures don't really tell much (so much for the 'a picture says a thousand words' theory huh? &gt;.&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, we start off with the day before yesterday (which was the day the pictures were taken, fyi). Promised a certain SOMEONE(*cough* you know what to do la *cough*) that I would watch Pirates of the Carribean with her, so ended up watching it after the movie had been screening for so long. And as usual, we were late. Planned on going to 1Utama at around 5pm...ended up reaching there at 6pm due to too much dili-deli-ing at her house. -.-'' BUT, as usual also, my another blur case friend was even later than us. (she is way blurer than me...seriously!I mean, who will be lost in 1Utama??) Went to TGV for the movie since GSC is all sold out (wth..? =.=)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The movie itself is actually quite nice...but the same  definitely  CAN'T be applied to  the whole cinema-going experience.  First of all,  I think everyone knows the seats in TGV are kinda small, cramped and uncomfortable (probably the reason why there's practically no queue at the ticket counter -.-), so about 30mins into the movie my neck was already experiencing some major pain. It didn't helped that some idiotic people were sitting directly behind us. And I mean IDIOTIC. I think it was a family of three or something sitting behind us. Gosh, I tell you, the woman has one of the MOST  annoying laugh ever. I can hear her laughter filling the whole cinema and it irritates the hell out of me. Sounds so '38'... Then her kid...kept sneezing. Fine, the cinema was kinda cold...I can understand. What I don't understand was WHY CAN'T HE COVER HIS MOUTH??? When he started sneezing I already had a bad feeling....then...while watching Jack Sparrow on screen...achoo!!! And I felt droplets of water on my skin. Wthhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! That is SO disgusting...urgh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oh...and thanks Phen for my carrot stick for passing my undang*2 test =) I liked the ice blended mocha alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; and  Mummy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Phen is currently hanging on my bag =p Oh? Who's Mummy Phen?  (Hey meanie! Didn't tell me you were at Coffeebean also. Hmph!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture138-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mummy Phen  XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then fast forward to yesterday. The day I'm supposed to sit for my Web Page Design mid-term test, which I didn't study for. The test was horrible. Period. The fun part was the Writing for Business class later that day. Not that the lesson was fun, it was dead boring as usual. So I took pictures of my friends slacking/half-listening/daydreaming in class. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture142.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Apple posing for the camera =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture140.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Brian is SO going to kill me if he sees this XS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture141.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hemin looking blur as usual =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;p/s: excuse the pictures' blurness...lousy camera phone &gt;.&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-5956393288042569830?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5956393288042569830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=5956393288042569830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5956393288042569830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5956393288042569830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8588643635683138187</id><published>2007-06-25T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:01:47.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's 1am in the morning. I just got back from 1Utama awhile ago. Tomorrow I have a web page design test coming up WHICH I haven't studied for. So this post is gonna be a pictures post. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh...and fyi, they're strictly ss. Syiok sendiri. Hahaha... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture67-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture98.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;After finishing our dinner cum supper at KFC&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture107.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;In front of Jusco&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture129.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture130.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture131.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;While waiting for our transport&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture73-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;Me...from the back&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture128.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;Yong...from the back&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture127-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture100.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;We were there till the shops are all closed! As usual...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture132.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture134.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture136.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture137.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;All my 'shot sendiri'... p/s: the last one is NOT a peace sign =p&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it looks a lil scary =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8588643635683138187?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8588643635683138187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8588643635683138187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8588643635683138187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8588643635683138187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-583019550329692641</id><published>2007-06-24T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:02:05.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Passed~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;First of all, just to let you guys know, I slept at 4am in the morning. No...not due to gaming this time. Amazingly, I stayed up to study. No...your eyesight is fine...I really did type STUDY. Sunday is the day I'm supposed to take my undang*2 test. So, being me, I studied my undang*2 the DAY before the exam itself. -.-'' Ended up staying up til 4am in the morning...though I doubt that helped since by the time I finally decided to give up and go to bed, I'm practically seeing stars already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to be ready by 9am the next morning! So I got out (or should I say staggered out) of my bed at 8am and made it in time just as the uncle come and take me away for my test. I was supposed to be studying in the car on the way to the place (every minute counts! Or so they say...), but I was so sleepy I couldn't even open my eyes all the way. &gt;.&gt; After what seems like 20mins (or was it 15? o.o), we reached Bandar Kinrara. So all of us went down the car (us being another girl and 3 guys plus me) and went up some dingy staircase to an office like place called Myspeed Bandar Kinrara where we're supposed to take my test. Then I remembered. The fella is going to take a photo to put in my L license, presuming that I pass my test, of course. Oh great, so much for not looking like a total idiot in my license. I have a nagging suspicion that my license photo is going to look somewhat like my UTAR student ID. Which, lemme assure you, is definitely NOT a good thing. Let's just say ugly is an understatement of how I look like in my ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth! After having my photo taken, I went into a room where it looks sorta like a dingy cyber cafe, except that this one has cubicles. I took about 20mins to finish the test (yes, 20mins! I think keep seeing double is one of the reason I took so long -.-''), actually I checked back my answers again okay? So I didn't really take THAT long to finish my entire test. Haha... Final result? I passed~! =D Okay, barely. I got 42/50, which is the minimum passing mark. But hey! I still passed! That's all I ask for. =) So now, I can go shopping later in peace!!! Whee~~~can't wait to start learning how to drive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-583019550329692641?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/583019550329692641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=583019550329692641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/583019550329692641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/583019550329692641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/passed.html' title='Passed~!!!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-7628404067338815613</id><published>2007-06-23T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:03:01.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Cherrie the lecturer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Conducted my second lecture today. The Fundamentals of Marketing Chapter 3. Now, before you all start screaming in protest as how a 18-year-old can conduct a lecture in front of approximately 100 people, I would like to clarify one thing : It's actually part of my university's new system which requires students to actually conduct lectures in class in a bid to get them to be more involved with the so-called learning process. (Yea right, fat chance...)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today is the second lecture I've conducted so far, the first being Management Studies. And as usual, I only prepared the powerpoint slides the night before my presentation. Hahaha =p Oh well... Then this morning I went to class looking like a sleep deprived zombie (Did I mention I HATE classes in the morning?), too sleepy and tired to even start worrying about my presentation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just blabbed whatever that was in my paper and within 5mins, I'm done! Curse those people who didn't get what I said. Ended up looking like an idiot repeating the same thing I said earlier when the lecturer asked me to explain further about my topic. Gimme a break okay? I just woke up like less than 2 hours ago and here I am conducting a lecture! The least you could do is pretend to understand what I'm talking about... T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not really the worst part of my day so far. After lunch we have one of my [sarcasm]favourite[/sarcasm] class this semester! Actually it's not so much about the subject itself, more like I couldn't stand the lecturer. He is this guy that has a permanent frown on his face ( Sorry I still couldn't remember the name -.-" ). The REAL problem with him is the way he conduct the lecture. Aside from the fact that attending Sociology class is somewhat like attending religious class ( He just go on and on and on about religions and blah blah blah... ), when this guy talks, there is NO main point! I mean like, he would talk and talk and talk about one particular slide and then I can hardly see the point. I mean like, usually when the lecturer is teaching you can see what he or she is trying to tell and write down the important points but with this guy, I just don't get him at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Boring stuffs aside, I wanna wish one of my best best friend a very HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY girl! Ahhh...I know you guys are curious about who she is right? Right? Aite, here you go~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/820408383l.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's me on the left and the birthday girl on the right&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;p/s: Oh, did I mention I'm going shopping during the weekends? XD  I'm taking my undang*2 test on Sunday as well, so wish me luck~!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-7628404067338815613?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7628404067338815613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=7628404067338815613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7628404067338815613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7628404067338815613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/cherrie-lecturer.html' title='Cherrie the lecturer'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-7400332955666680531</id><published>2007-06-21T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:04:05.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><title type='text'>Puppies For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies for Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" the little boy asked. The store owner replied, "anywhere from $30 to $50." The little boy reached into his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37" he said. "May I please look at them?"&lt;br /&gt;The store owner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur.One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?" The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered that it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. "That is the puppy I want to buy."&lt;br /&gt;The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you."The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for."&lt;br /&gt;The store owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies." To his surprise, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I think this story is just excellent~! Okay okay I know it's a tad long...but bear with me and read all of them. You won't regret it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I didn't write this. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-7400332955666680531?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7400332955666680531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=7400332955666680531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7400332955666680531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/7400332955666680531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/take-son.html' title='Puppies For Sale'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-3789949660944169261</id><published>2007-06-18T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:03:52.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><title type='text'>Girls = Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am going to prove mathematically that girls are evil.&lt;br /&gt;We all know that girls require time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;Girls = Time x Money&lt;br /&gt;And we know that time IS money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Girls = Money x Money&lt;br /&gt;Girls = Money*2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is known that money is the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thus,&lt;br /&gt;Money*2 = √Evil&lt;br /&gt;Money = Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hence, we are forced to conclude that&lt;br /&gt;Girls = Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-3789949660944169261?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3789949660944169261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=3789949660944169261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3789949660944169261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3789949660944169261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-going-to-prove-mathematically-that.html' title='Girls = Evil'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8978429516649078810</id><published>2007-06-17T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:04:41.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Happiness =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Today finally realised...happiness is actually quite simple. For me at least.&lt;br /&gt;Little things in life that makes me smile or feel happy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;2. Funny show on tv&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends trying to entertain me with jokes when I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;4. Playing games&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleeping in my room with the air-cond on full blast&lt;br /&gt;6. Blasting my hi-fi set in my room&lt;br /&gt;7. Sms-ing with friends&lt;br /&gt;8. A hug&lt;br /&gt;9. Cam-whoring&lt;br /&gt;10. Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;11. Reading a nice novel&lt;br /&gt;12. Found something insightful while surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;13. Receiving funny or meaningful emails&lt;br /&gt;14. Blogging&lt;br /&gt;15. Found a HOT guy walking on the street&lt;br /&gt;16. Compliments&lt;br /&gt;17. Hearing my favourite songs on radio&lt;br /&gt;18. When I get my allowance&lt;br /&gt;19. Fantastic movie&lt;br /&gt;20. Internet connection not lagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From now on, I'll try to remember this list whenever I'm not happy =) And of course, I hope I won't get bored of things so easily and have a little more perserverance in life. Not to procrastinate so much as well. Looking forward to adding more things to my list of happiness. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8978429516649078810?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8978429516649078810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8978429516649078810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8978429516649078810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8978429516649078810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-finally-realised.html' title='Happiness =)'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-110172011434061538</id><published>2007-06-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:05:06.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The art of procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sigh...midterm's gonna start soon. As in, REALLY soon. Now we're into our 4th week of the 2nd semester, and our midterm's supposed to start in the 6th week. And guess what? Our tutorials (which were supposed to start in the 2nd week) are postponed to the 7th week if I'm not mistaken. That means we'll have to sit for our midterm without even attending tutorials. Study ourself-loh...Dotz...Oh, did I mention why the tutorials were being postponed? "Lack of venues" ...or so they say... &gt;.&gt; If there are not enough venues, why chew off more then you can swallow in the first place??? Don't take in so many new students lah if there isn’t even enough space for the students to study in! Yor...&lt;br /&gt;So, now I have no choice...have to try my very very best to try and understand all the lecture slides and do the tutorial works on my own if I don't wanna flunk my midterms...I can't can't CAN'T afford to flunk any subjects as I need all the marks I can get from course works (midterm's included in course works marks by the way) because I have a feeling this semester's final exams are going to be much tougher...since I'm already facing difficulties in my lecture classes...Takes a lot of effort just trying to stay awake in class &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&gt; Also, found a new friend cum counsellor cum entertainer cum rubbish bin member =D The mighty *cough*soh lo*cough* Phen~ Hehe...thanks for helping me solve my crappy problems! And teman-ing me when I'm bored too =p (And for whatever that I've forgotten to mention here...lolz)&lt;br /&gt;Also, planning to take my undang^2 by this week. Itching to finally learn to drive and also because I have a carrot stick dangling in front of me. Hahaha...Hope I can pass it and successfully get my L license by the end of the month? Hmm...hopefully-lah~&lt;br /&gt;Okay, probably should start downloading my lecture notes and print them out now. &gt;.&lt;" *shuffles away looking for papers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-110172011434061538?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/110172011434061538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=110172011434061538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/110172011434061538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/110172011434061538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='The art of procrastination'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8781182057799637516</id><published>2007-06-13T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:05:44.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sob sob...I'm sick. Guess it's because of sleeping too late last night...haih...then when I woke up this morning, my head feels like it's splitting open T_T&lt;br /&gt;But then I still went to uni because we were suppose to discuss about our upcoming presentation which is on this Friday!! Haih...and I still haven't got a clue what are we supposed to do. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I really couldn't stand my headache anymore, which by then has become a whole-body-ache...Went home just before my class was due to start. Haha...but feel regret ler, my friend told me the webpage designing was VERY hard today. Double sob.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 2hrs when I got home but still...my headache is not going away! Grr...don't feel like going to the doctor. Now all I wanna do is curl up on my bed...my back hurts T_T I don't even have any appetite...oh well, still have to eat abit to take the panadol...&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8781182057799637516?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8781182057799637516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8781182057799637516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8781182057799637516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8781182057799637516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/sob-sob.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-3223186934141688487</id><published>2007-06-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:06:03.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Blood~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Today I did something I've never done before. I donated BLOOD. Yeap, you read that right, I donated blood. We had just finished our class for today when one of my coursemate told us the university is having a blood donation campaign in the hall. (Funny, I didn't even realised they were organising one &gt;.&gt;) So anyway, I thought I'd try it since I've never donated blood before.&lt;br /&gt;After filling in the forms and cheating a little bit (I'm not QUITE heavy enough to donate actually =p), I got a container with all those creepy looking things inside and also a passport like booklet that indicates my blood type and how many times I donated etc. And then it's off to the chair for me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...overall I find the experience quite okay. Except for that brief moment of pain when the needle is being jabbed into my veins T_T . Otherwise it was practically painless =) I didn't even experience any major discomfort or dizziness what-so-ever. Hmm...if given the chance, I think I'd most probably do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some silly pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/sillyme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me being silly =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My blood! =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-3223186934141688487?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3223186934141688487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=3223186934141688487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3223186934141688487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3223186934141688487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-anyway-i-thought-id-tried-it-since.html' title='Blood~!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-1029923283616375413</id><published>2007-05-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:06:32.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;At last, I got my finals results after waiting for almost 1 whole month...went to the uni early morning to get it but the office says it will only be out on the 29th of May...(grr...waste my time). Ended up checking it from the internet...waste time waste time waste time...why didn't it show the results when I checked it at home???Somemore I had to wake up super early to get to uni for it.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...was abit disappointed at my results though I don't have to resit any papers (thank goodness!). Should have studied harder for my accounts paper...haiz...that stupid paper dragged down my CGPA by alot leh... T.T sobs...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday have to start studying again...which means I'll have to wake up early every morning and start to study study &amp;amp; study some more...zzz...haiz...hope that this semester will be easier to manage than the last one. Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-1029923283616375413?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1029923283616375413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=1029923283616375413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1029923283616375413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1029923283616375413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-got-my-finals-results-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4601635693673532359</id><published>2007-05-10T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:07:00.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Finally finished my finals on Monday~! Yay! Now I'm into my 3rd day of semester break, and...I'm already starting to get bored =x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went ice-skating with my uni friends yesterday. I almost died laughing when my friend landed on his butt...I'll tell you why he fell if you ask =p Actually I fell also...some random girl bang me down from behind @.@ Sad...now both my knees blue black and my ankle is scraped, all thanks to the stupid skates. It's gonna be awhile before I can wear my skirts and shorts again T.T&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Hills Have Eyes 2. I didn't even watch the first one when it came out =x oh well, at least the stories are not connected...I think. LOADS of blood and gore and people getting screwed by mutants...a typically slasher flick lah...chopped limbs, squashed heads...you know, normal stuffs for this type of shows. It was actually quite okay but the ending...swt...&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I can't wait for the end of May to come...Yay! I'm going on a trip with my friends.Genting~ Here I come~!! Lol...Haven't been there for quite sometime so I hope it's gonna be a fun trip =D I'm soooo dying to go on the roller coaster again! Whee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4601635693673532359?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4601635693673532359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4601635693673532359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4601635693673532359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4601635693673532359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-finished-my-finals-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8947051000070946094</id><published>2007-04-01T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:08:17.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是， 你会常常在MSN等他上线，每当他几天没上线，你会开始担心。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是， 你会不时去留意他的Info看看有没有更新，且留意字里行间， 他对你有没有什么暗示。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是， 有感觉，然而，这种感觉不足以叫你们切切实实的发展一段正式 的关系。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是， 明白人生有太多无奈，现实有太多限制，知道不可能，但却又不 舍得放手。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是，有进一步的冲动，却没有进一步的勇气。 暧昧是，他不是你的情人，但似乎他比你的情人更关心、了解你。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是，你会编一条围巾给他，但大家从没有开始过。 暧昧是， 虽然他不是你的情人，但他却会对你说：「你对我是十分重要 的。」 暧昧是，你感冒时，有一个会在晚上打电话来，特意提醒你服药 ，叫你盖好棉被、早点睡的普通朋友。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是， 当你遇到问题解决不了，找不到男女朋友的时候，你第一个会想 到的人。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是，每当他提及他的另一半时，你就会感到万箭穿心。 暧昧是，为了逃避背叛的罪恶感。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是， 甜津津又同时酸溜溜的，往往从未开始，已叫人不安，患得患失。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是，别人以为你们在搞地下情时，你会沾沾自喜。 暧昧是，别人问你们是否在恋爱中，你张口结舌。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是， 常常挣扎表不表白，怕表白之后，既得不到一个情人，又失去了 一个知心好友。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是，见他到时，你会心跳，见不到时，会挂念他。 暧昧是， 两个人都互相猜测，他是不是已经暗示了什么？我是不是自作多 情？ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是，每天都会聊MSN，间中会互传手机简讯，无规律的偶然约会。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是， 除了情人节外，在大时大节和生日，大家都会交换礼物。在外地 的时候，你总会记得买礼物给他，他有时煮了甜品，也会预你一份。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是，你很想多走一步，又怕会吓坏了他。你会很小心流露自己 的感情，忍不住不去着紧他，又怕他知道你着紧。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;暧昧是，两个人没有承诺过什么，虽然如此，你愿意付出的， 比有承诺的情侣更多。没有责任，却很渴望去承担，不问回报。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is something I found on the web...&lt;br /&gt;None of it is my work. Just felt like sharing =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8947051000070946094?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8947051000070946094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8947051000070946094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8947051000070946094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8947051000070946094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/04/msn-info-msn-this-is-something-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-5735218711796290540</id><published>2007-03-31T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:08:34.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just realised that I'm kinda heartless. I keep forgetting other people. Sigh...I have had people IM-ing me in Msn...then they start chatting with me, asking about my life, my uni and generally all about my stuff la...and there I was, sitting in front of my computer frowning at the screen, wondering who is that.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...you have no idea how bad I feel when they were happily enquiring about my life and then I asked, ' Erm...sorry. But who are you again? ' I seriously feel I'm a jack-ass for being that way. But I just couldn't recall who they are no matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;Hate being so blur...There seems to be alot of things that escaped my attention. I forget people, I forget incidents, I forget words that people say to me that are really important to them...I just forget alot of things. Maybe that's why some people like to take care of me? They just can't help it when they see such a blur case I guess...&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-5735218711796290540?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5735218711796290540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=5735218711796290540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5735218711796290540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/5735218711796290540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-8006119779645174496</id><published>2007-03-30T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:30:17.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm sick again. I seem to fall sick every month...my mum says I can't cope with all the pressure haha...Still, I'm glad that I got pretty satisfying results for my public speaking presentation the other day. So, I've decided to make a list of things that I should be grateful for. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm grateful that I got 47/50 for my public speaking presentation, although my hands kept shaking the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm grateful for the 6GB Mp3 player I got for my birthday, although it was 2 months late.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm grateful for passing my economics mid-term test.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm grateful for being able to sleep till 11.30am on a Saturday (I hardly get to do that anymore because Utar just love having extra classes on Saturdays).&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm grateful that someone loves me.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm grateful for loving someone.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm grateful for being able to complain about my pounding head, my sore throat and my runny nose. Because that means I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm grateful for tissues. (Don't ask me why...just refer to no.7 and you'll get it)&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm grateful for my friends who supported me whenever I was down.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm grateful for being able to live past my 18th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-8006119779645174496?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8006119779645174496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=8006119779645174496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8006119779645174496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/8006119779645174496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-345098488956231938</id><published>2007-03-27T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:09:28.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blah blah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I feel the need to type the title out in caps just to show how stress I really am. Campus life is not at all easy and relaxing...tons of presentations and assignments to hand up. Time really seems to flies ESPECIALLY when nearing datelines...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have my 10mins public speaking presentation and I'm still not done preparing for it...-.-'' My speech barely reaches 7mins...I'm just gonna die straight away. It doesn't help that this presentation alone accounts for 20% of my overall grade T.T&lt;br /&gt;Super super stress...but somehow I can still find time to blog about craps when I'm supposed to be looking for more materials to crap about for tomorrow's presentation...hahaha swt =.=&lt;br /&gt;But I hope it'll be okay as the topic of my presentation is something that I could relate to...my past experiences hehe =p Still, I think this time my lecturer won't be that lenient...I'll have to buck up if I don't wanna fail my public speaking (since I didn't study for my mid-term...oh well...) Sad T.T&lt;br /&gt;And Friday's the due date of economics assignment! Sigh...I hope what I did was good enough...Just ultra stress today...aaaaaaaaaaaaa ='( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-345098488956231938?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/345098488956231938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=345098488956231938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/345098488956231938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/345098488956231938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-need-to-type-title-out-in-caps.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-3315389636872727325</id><published>2007-03-02T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:09:49.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Was on my way home from uni today when my mom saw a kitty in the middle of LDP. It was a teeny weeny lil thing...I guess it wouldn't be able to survive through the night with so many cars roaring past...Asked my mom to U-turn back and I did something a lil crazy...I went down the car and grab it. Right on the highway &gt;.&lt;~ Then we went straight to the vet and asked for a check-up. Actually wanted to keep it but my house already has 2 dogs T.T Was considering to put it temporarily at my house till someone can adopt her cos the vet says if we put her at the clinic she would be put down after a week if nobody adopts her...NO WAY! As luck would have it...just as the vet done the deworming, a lady came into the clinic looking for a kitten to adopt! Whoo~ =D So we gave it to her for free instead. I'm just sooooo glad we found her a home so soon. I can't imagine her being put down. She's really one lucky lil kitty and I hope she'll have a wonderful life at her new home. Muax and take care kitty. Will miss u~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/meow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That's my mom's hand...look how tiny the kitty is~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/meow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cute...ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-3315389636872727325?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3315389636872727325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=3315389636872727325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3315389636872727325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3315389636872727325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/02/was-on-my-way-home-from-uni-today-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-308049646844055644</id><published>2007-02-26T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:10:03.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yaaaawwn...in class now. Dam slpy...haih... Last nite slept at 2 den hav to wake up at 7 dis morning =.= Actually tried to slp since 11 but those blardy inconsiderate ppl...playing with fireworks from 11pm till almost 2am still nt done. I noe it's a cny tradition...but PLEASE? next day is a monday...and unlike those idiots, some of us actually hav a life to live. 2am is just plain unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...now make me look even more like a panda...better listen to my tutor talk la &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-308049646844055644?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/308049646844055644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=308049646844055644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/308049646844055644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/308049646844055644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-751085636743057152</id><published>2007-01-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:10:22.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wow...it's been almost a year since I started this blog to crap about my daily mundane boring life~! Hahaha...time really flies doesn't it. Seriously, it's scary how fast my life is passing through...I haven even got time to stop and breathe and really think about my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened in the past year, there has been mistakes, some I wished I didn't make...some I'm glad I did as it made me grow up a lil more and be clearer about myself and what I want in my life. Still, I miss my old friends. Miss the times we hung out together. Whether it was shopping, studying or simply guy-watching...it was a time when I can really be silly and not care too much about the world around me...even if it's just for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;But as people say...life goes on. As much as I still wish we could go back to old times when there weren't so much problems, truth is...people change. Some walk into your life and they walk out without leaving any impression or memory at all. Then there are some that you wouldn't be able to forget in your entire lifetime...these are the people that made you laugh, made you cry and offer a shoulder to lean on when you feel like the whole world is caving in. They are there in your darkest hours, offering words of comfort and a listening ear for you to pour your soul out. These are your true friends in life. And trust me, it's not everyday that you can find a person like that. Someone whom you know you can trust with your secrets and heartaches and happiness. If your lucky enough to meet one in your life, treasure that person.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are far from perfect. However much we want to believe that we're perfect. The truth is, we're just not. And never will be. We spend fortunes trying to fix things that weren't even broken in the first place. We're always comparing ourselves with other people...always not good enough, not pretty enough, not rich enough, not famous enough, not perfect enough. We are too obsessed with all the petty things like money, looks and fame that we forgot the thing that really matter in life. Love. And I'm not just refering to boyfriend-girlfriend kind of love. It can be anything...love for your pet, love for your family, love for your dear friends... Love is what makes us whole. But we often forget that until it's much, much too late. We fail to appreciate the little things in life until they've slipped away from us. Then it hits us in the face just how much those little things mattered to us in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-751085636743057152?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/751085636743057152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=751085636743057152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/751085636743057152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/751085636743057152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-3185271717123567272</id><published>2007-01-15T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:10:42.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Went n did my hair on Sunday. From waist length cut till shoulder length...hehe, my head feels sooooo much lighter now. Did some highlight on it as well. It's a kinda red-purplish colour now...&lt;br /&gt;Haih...actually spent about 4 hours in the salon for this. My hair suffered MAJOR damage that day. Wash n blow dry, den cut. Den bleached it, wash again...blow dry,dye color. And then wash sumore n blow dry. T.T need to do repair work fast if dowan to suffer permanent damage lol... End of the day, I'm sleepy n bored n I spent RM180 on my hair. Sigh, at least it doesn't look half bad lo...&lt;br /&gt;Now the colour is still like barely there. I'll have to stand under the sun den oni u can see da colour...zzz But the hairstylist says the clolour should fade sumore n I'll c the colour by next week wor. Hopefully it turns out nice la hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...tomorrow still have to attend uni. 9.30class T.T means hav to wake up early in the morning again. Haih...sob sob...so I guess that's it for today. Buhbyes~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-3185271717123567272?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3185271717123567272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=3185271717123567272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3185271717123567272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/3185271717123567272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-n-did-my-hair-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-1730526281649261925</id><published>2007-01-03T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:06:05.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18th birthday to me~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Finally turned 18~! Now I'm legal for everything hahahaha... Hmm...tomorrow still have to attend my orientation at uni. So probably will only celebrate later bah. Haih, one of the disadvantages of having your birthday so early lor...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope it will be a good day tomorrow. Coz well, a gurl only turns 18 once right? Oh yes, I met someone recently who shares my birthday. So wish him a happy 17th birthday here. Happy birthday bittergourd~! haha...dats it for today...gotta wake up at 6.30 tomorrow for my orientation. Ciaoz~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-1730526281649261925?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1730526281649261925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=1730526281649261925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1730526281649261925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/1730526281649261925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-18th-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy 18th birthday to me~!'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-4476338406157238364</id><published>2007-01-02T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:05:50.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...tomorrow...tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Last working day at 1u today...been working thr for a month already without reli realising...to tell the truth, I felt a lil sad coz gonna miss all my frens thr. Dunno when we're gonna c each other again as we're all gonna be busy with our life.&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I'm starting my orientation at Uni tomorrow. Hmm...gonna be interesting (or at least I hope). Can't wait to check out the ppl n stuffs thr. But hav to wake up at 8.30am -_-''&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...It's 2007!!! Haha...celebrated with my buddys at 1u after work on the 31st. Took pics of the fireworks as well...and the concert wasn't half bad either. And of course...my bday is coming~! ^^ Will finally b 18. And as my fren says, I'm finally legal for everything haha...can go watch 18+movies at cinemas XD hmm...hope it doesn't suck on my big day then. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-4476338406157238364?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4476338406157238364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=4476338406157238364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4476338406157238364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/4476338406157238364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2007/01/tomorrowtomorrowtomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...tomorrow...tomorrow...'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-52225510473102993</id><published>2006-07-24T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:04:56.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Random facts about me</title><content type='html'>1. I &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;dislike&lt;/strike&gt; HATE it when people smoke in front of me, ESPECIALLY when I'm eating. I read somewhere that smokers actually inhales only 30% of the harmful stuffs in cigarettes while the other 70% is exhaled by them and inhaled (unwillingly) as second hand smoke by those non-smokers around them. I do NOT wish to die young and of cancer for something I don't even do, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love reading. I LOVE reading. And I LOVE READING. Only good books by the way. So if one day you ran out of ideas as to what prezzie to give me for that special occasion, here's an option for you. =D&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Only good books ya =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a bit of a shopaholic. A BIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a lazy bum. This means a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;i)      I do not like chores. I repeat, I do NOT like chores.&lt;br /&gt;ii) I only do my chores when I have absolutely no choice. Meaning, either I have no more clothes to wear, I could no longer find my floor in my bedroom, or my mom threatens to kill me or something in that context.&lt;br /&gt;iii) I hate mornings. I can NEVER wake up in the morning without feeling like a sleep-deprived zombie. If you're a "let's go catch the breath-taking sunrise" kinda person, I'm not your girl. Na-ah.&lt;br /&gt;iv) I always do my studying at the last possible moment. If there's a test tomorrow morning, I'll start tonight after having my dinner; If the test tomorrow is in the afternoon, I'll start once I wake up in the morning. If I feel like it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I dead afraid of cockroaches. Anything that has more than 4 legs freaks me out. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I fear being bored out of my mind. I get grumpy if I'm bored. I do stupid things when I'm bored. Do not bore me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I do not like &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; unintelligent people. I hate entertaining people who sound like retards. And I'm mean to them. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sometimes I wonder if I have some commitment issues. I get bored of relationships/the guy pretty quickly. That's probably the reason I'm still single. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have very bad time management. I'm almost always late for anything and everything. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My temper flares easily. I cry a lot too. In short, I'm &lt;strike&gt;quite&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;kinda&lt;/strike&gt; very emotional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-52225510473102993?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/52225510473102993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=52225510473102993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/52225510473102993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/52225510473102993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-facts-about-me.html' title='Random facts about me'/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15291685.post-114397571782596959</id><published>2006-04-02T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:11:11.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1272/1411/1600/yong%20&amp;%20me.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've decided to start over my blog...seeing that the last one wasn't really my cup of tea...lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;So, a little something about myself...hmm...Well, I'm officially 18 years old this year.Very tiny girl but don't underestimate my power when I'm mad...I hate liars...especially if they tell lies about me or hide something from me and lead me to believing something that they're not...I've have met a fair few of those idiots and frankly, I don't ever want to associate myself with them anymore...it just isn't worth my time or energy...I've better things to do anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm a very messy and clumsy person. Always tripping over things or knocking things over...it's quite normal to see me all bruised up...haha...that's why I don't really like it when people give me things that are easy to break...not that I don't appreciate it...it's more like I know it wouldn't last very long...Some say I'm pretty quick-witted...I get things pretty fast...So it's isn't easy to trick me...And I've learn to try and love myself more...because I don't fancy having my heart trampled by someone else...My best friend told me I'm very compassinate...towards animals only...haha..I cried once because a stray kitten died...I'm pretty outgoing when I'm around my close friends...but I tend to clamp up around stranger...haha...I've some security issues...I know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And by the looks of this blog, I think it's already pretty obvious that my favourite colour is purple and pink...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15291685-114397571782596959?l=cherrieluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/feeds/114397571782596959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15291685&amp;postID=114397571782596959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/114397571782596959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15291685/posts/default/114397571782596959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherrieluv.blogspot.com/2006/04/pic-of-me-and-my-best-pal-im-on-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Cherrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02050613975557686597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g279/cherrytoffee/Picture57-2-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
