<?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-5202005431458840593</id><updated>2012-01-24T07:51:02.529-08:00</updated><category term='when life throws me freaking lemons'/><category term='accidentally on purpose'/><title type='text'>monkey business.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5849472823025473824</id><published>2012-01-24T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T07:51:02.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://WWW.DIBODIBODIBO.TUMBLR.COM"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;MOVED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;b&gt;TAKE NOTE. :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5849472823025473824?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5849472823025473824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5849472823025473824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5849472823025473824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5849472823025473824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-7909867933398661031</id><published>2011-12-23T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:37:56.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Yeah, it's still Deborah Lor here, nothing much has changed since the last time I logged in, except for the fact that I'm now sixteen, not fifteen, and my hair has grown a little bit longer, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than half a year since I last logged in, and in that period of time, I managed to finish year 10 of my studies, make some friends and I also grew slightly fonder of my school. Nothing much has changed in a sense that I am still that lazy, kiss- ass kid, though under a little bit more pressure now. School's been pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say anymore, because I haven't really done much with my life. Besides taking more pictures than I should and improving my results slightly (hahaha, bullshit), I really haven't been very productive for the past 8 months. Well, all I did was join a school play, which was bloody awesome by the way, and I got to be one of the main characters- the Wood God. I know, you're all like 'what the hell is a Wood God?' All in all, the Wood God is basically the God of the forest back in ancient Canada, way before the time of the missionaries, and also a god of sheer awesomeness, just because I was the Wood God. Okay, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to Korea, which was another awesome thing. In Korea, I got to experience my very first winter. Even though there was no snow whatsoever during my trip there along with 39 other students from school, it was my first time experiencing temperatures lower than the usual 32- degree Malaysian weather. Hallelujah. I took handfuls of pictures, but I doubt I'll be uploading them here anytime soon, so go check out my FB if you wanna. Korea was awesome in a sense that I got to witness the culture of people from another country, which is one of the hardest things for me to do, seeing that my parents rarely travel with us due to their belief of us being able to travel on our own once we're all grown up and successful, that is if we will even be successful to begin with. Whatever. Korean food was good, and um, so were the 7 days I spent there. We visited a hell load of museums, but my favourite was the UNO one because it helped me picture what was taught in history class properly with the help of all the tiny mannequins set up to depict the era of the Cold War back in 1950. I am a happy child. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that pretty much sums up my life right now? Scarcely, but better than nothing, I hope. Don't give much crap, honestly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is a the second most recent picture of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nuCUmYXU-c/TvWAUMUxWZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/518_5x8yboY/s400/modified..JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689594788646574482" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5202005431458840593-7909867933398661031?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/7909867933398661031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=7909867933398661031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7909867933398661031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7909867933398661031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2011/12/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nuCUmYXU-c/TvWAUMUxWZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/518_5x8yboY/s72-c/modified..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5955198983786038631</id><published>2011-04-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T08:09:42.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In case you haven't noticed, I only make posts here when I'm deeply frustrated, and have the desperate need to pour my heart out somewhere no one's listening. If you're wondering, my recent posts have been so frequent and unhappy because I'm dealing with lots of crap right now, hence the sudden landslide in the number of posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5955198983786038631?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5955198983786038631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5955198983786038631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5955198983786038631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5955198983786038631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-case-you-havent-noticed-i-only-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-8204634996353001748</id><published>2011-04-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:09:11.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't normally do this but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ps: 'YOU', meaning the people I see almost everyday of my life. The judgmental GROUP of people who don't seem to appreciate me. To hell with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't drink, I can't party, I can't write fantastically. I can't sing, I can't make a movie, sometimes, I can't even express my feelings properly. I don't listen to loud music, I don't go to random clubs in the city to 'get down' with my friends. Instead, I stay at home and fangirl on Tumblr with random people I don't know over the net. I can't take nice pictures, and I don't own an expensive camera to pretend that I do. I don't articulate my words properly all the time, and my answers to my homework might not be a hundred percent perfect. I don't own an expensive phone, or an expensive laptop. I own enough to get me by. I don't have people I constantly fight with, and disagree with as friends, but instead, I have people who enjoy my company. I enjoy their company too. By the way, they're better than all of the friends you will ever have combined, so don't come telling me that you just 'HAPPEN TO' socialize well with the 'cool' people because frankly speaking, I don't give a flying fuck. As long as I'm happy, you mean nothing to me. Hell, you don't mean anything to me, anyday!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly speaking, I'd rather be "lame" and stay at home doing my own thing instead of destroying my liver and eardrums with so many people I know. Even though I choose to do this, it doesn't make me any less human. It doesn't make me weird, or retarded, or even nerdy for that matter. It just makes me Deborah Lor, the currently fifteen year old girl. But, if you were to judge me, it would make you a fucking retard. I'm not even going to be asked to be excused for my language, because it seems to be the only language you judgmental bitches out there understand. If you think I have no social life, you're absolutely right. If you think that I spend too much time on the net, you're right as well. I ask for nothing, but your understanding. Please note that I'm human, and humans have feelings. Remember that if you do judge me, you're a fucking animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want an award, save it for someone who deserves one. I don't need an award for telling you who I am. So please, if you think that I'm attention seeking, you can just bloody drop dead for all I care.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All is settled now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-8204634996353001748?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/8204634996353001748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=8204634996353001748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8204634996353001748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8204634996353001748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-normally-do-this-but.html' title='I don&apos;t normally do this but...'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2932194353366188319</id><published>2011-04-05T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:44:31.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BELIEVE IT OR NOT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M SICK OF CHANGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want everything to stay the way they are for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No going back, no change at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to live in the present, to enjoy every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to have regrets, I don't want to have expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want my mind to be clear, to be free of preconceptions, free of judgement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to dwell in the past, neither do I want to rush into the future.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know what awaits me, I don't want to worry about tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to live in the moment, not to hold on, not to let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5202005431458840593-2932194353366188319?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2932194353366188319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2932194353366188319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2932194353366188319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2932194353366188319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2011/04/believe-it-or-not-im-sick-of-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5154297487851274550</id><published>2011-04-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:28:19.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I LOVE MY NEW SCHOOL, SO MUCH! hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AMAGAD, the people there are like, so nice and stuff, and they're so cool. And, and, there are boys. hehehe :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And then, I see these random white people, or rather, Caucasians that-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah forget it, I can't brainwash myself. I'm just going to let time heal. In the mean time, I'm gonna visit my old friends tomorrow. I've never been this happy/ nervous/ excited before. Let's hope for the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5154297487851274550?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5154297487851274550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5154297487851274550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5154297487851274550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5154297487851274550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-my-new-school-so-much-hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6425986216855823213</id><published>2011-04-05T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T09:25:27.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sucks. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't even bother capitalizing letters properly because I am not in the mood to do so now. Frankly speaking, i'm in a rather foul mood at the moment, and all i can think of right now is what I have done, and the consequences of my actions. It all sucks, so freaking bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i have survived a term in ktj, and it was especially hard to do so during the last week of school. All i wanted to do was to get home to PJ where going on with life would be so much easier compared to life in school. Don't get me wrong. School is partially awesome, but i miss home a little too much to be a hundred percent happy and content with my decisions. Apart from being happy that I get to be alone in school, I don't remember being genuinely happy to do anything else. I only experience what I would like to call "short- term happiness" as very frequently, I am only happy for a moment or two, which is usually while I'm with certain people in certain environments. Other than that, I'm not always happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say that I am happy when I have to have see certain people who see me as a bloody homework finishing machine, or when I have to endure the shit they cause in so many of my classes. No, I am not happy when people treat me like I'm not important for a second, and then they suck up to me the next. Also, I am not happy when I have to listen to people rant about other people in a biased, bitchy way. Don't expect me to have a smile on my face if someone's right behind me, verbally bashing up a person as well. I don't need to listen to anyone who tells me how I should carry myself, (except my parents, lol) because if I did, I wouldn't need this thing called a brain. I hope "you" have one as well, but my doubts are higher than my hopes. Sigh. If i could, I would slap the entire mean population in school across the face, twice if I have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want to know what else sucks? The fact that I promised almost everyone that I would keep in touch with them before I left, does. It feels as if i have broken my promise, because frankly speaking, I haven't made much effort in keeping in touch with the people I once called friends. It feels as if I don't have the right to call them friends anymore. Sure, we text once in a blue moon and make plans that might potentially be executed. Sure, we comment on each other's Facebook statuses, and like them if they amuse us. Other than that, there hasn't been much real, meaningful conversations between my old classmates and I. I miss what we were, and it's all my fault. I wish I could go back, and honestly speaking, I wish I never left. As much as I hate to say this, I would like to go back to Sri Aman, because I regret letting it all go. I regret letting everything that mattered to me go, because the way I see it now, what I did was stupid and so spontaneous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5202005431458840593-6425986216855823213?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6425986216855823213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6425986216855823213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6425986216855823213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6425986216855823213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-387043739603171535</id><published>2011-01-22T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:53:48.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern...</title><content type='html'>hello. :) it's been aeons since i last blogged. Im doubt any of you are still hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am now in boarding school. Am I doing good? Yes. Is everything alright? To a certain extent, yes. Do I wish I was back home? FOR SURE, YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ktj's been pretty good to me so far. The people here can be described as friendly and welcoming I guess? Most of the people here are warm and friendly. Why do I say 'most' ? Well, because wherever you go, there will always be people you are not too fond of, and people that you see as stuck up and everything. I guess it's sort of human nature to dislike a few people you come across. And to think that I have to deal with the same people for 24 hours a day for 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, school here starts pretty late compared to back in PJ. To everyone's pleasure, school starts at 8:20 in the bright and sunny morning. :D. Over here, I can wake up at 7 and still be early to school. Back when I was in PJ, I woke up at 7, got ready in 10 minutes and headed off to school in a haste. Life is actually quite different here, really. Back home, I could do whatever I want at anytime I want. But here, I have to follow the schedules that have been set. Mind you, the schedules here are somewhat tight ost of the time. The moment I come home from school, I hae to go for my co- curricular activites. Frankly speaking, It's just a couple of sports like tennis and table tennis, but it's still quite tiring. And then when the games finish, I have to run for about 3.2 kilometres around the campus because there's this cross country thing TOMORROW. So after tomorrow, life will hopefully, be less hectic. Whatever it is, I'm hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the lessons here are not THAT different as I thought they would be compared to local studies. The only subjects that are really different are perhaps English, Economics, Accounts (compared to form 3 work, this is some tough shi*) and Drama. International English here is really difficult compared to the English I learned back in public school. Over here, I have to try REALLY HARD to complete my work in a way that will please the teacher. But it pays off because my teacher thanks me for doing the work ALL THE TIME. It's hillarious, come to think of it. Going for drama class and economics is really an eye opener. I have never been for classes like these and the experience I have gained just from going to a couple of classes (because i haven't been here for long) is just undescribable. It's sort of fun and stressful at the same time, probably because I have not learned anything simmilar to it before. But the teachers make the lessons fun. Sort of. I don't struggle to keep up here, I just go with the flow and learn whatever other people are learning. I hope i'm doing a good enough job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all for now. Until i-don't-know-when...&lt;br /&gt;FAREWELL. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-387043739603171535?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/387043739603171535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=387043739603171535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/387043739603171535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/387043739603171535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='to whom it may concern...'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-1206684677037255973</id><published>2010-11-29T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T06:09:59.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe this time</title><content type='html'>you know what? maybe this blog won't shut down for good. i have learnt something new about me, and hopefully you see it as a good thing too. i have learnt, or rather noticed, that once in a while, i have this urge to write about my thoughts, my current state of mind ( actually, i'm only always insane...) and also about current events, and well, i can't do that when i shut this thing down now, can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure how many of you are happy or unhappy, but this blog is staying open for the rest of this year, and maybe next year too. don't keep your hopes up too high. after all, i am a girl and girls change their minds often. when the writing bug in me decides to um, put itself in a situation where something MUST be done, i will seek refuge in blogspot. :) so, if there are any of you left out there still reading this blog, my sincere thanks goes out to you. it feels as if i am writing a book and this is the page before the prologue, how funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAREWELL FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;but if you want to see what's up with me, click &lt;a href="http://can-we-pretend.tumblr.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-1206684677037255973?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/1206684677037255973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=1206684677037255973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1206684677037255973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1206684677037255973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe-this-time.html' title='maybe this time'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3447030378092602013</id><published>2010-11-29T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:07:01.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS ROYAL FRESHNESS</title><content type='html'>i've meant to compose a post about a show back in the 90's called Fresh Prince of Bel Air. The only reason i haven't is because i have been so caught up with other things like tumblr and shows that i can watch online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to Fresh Prince. You might have heard of the show from other people, or maybe you have watched it. Unfortunately for me, i was barely a year old when the show ended and i have just recently watched it when a friend lent me his external hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Prince is basically, a great show about a prosperous african- american family living in Bel Air in the 1990's. I pressume it was in the 90210 zip code. I have a thing for shows that were from back in the day when everything was still funny, and not stereotypical in a few ways. When things that mattered in the show mattered in real life as well. In Fresh Prince, the main themes i guess, were family and love, the strong bond between members of the family and the struggle of an african- american family for their rights. There was something about this show that struck me after watching a few episodes. Maybe it was the interior decoration of the set they filmed in.The set somehow made me notice what i missed out on seeing that i only spent 4 years living in the 90's. Or maybe, it was how hillarious the show was. It was the era when 'stupid' was not stupid enough to make me want to run into a brick wall or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know none of you care, but if you have read until here, you might as well just carry on. A few nights ago, possibly a week ago, i decided to stay up really late into the night just to finish season 2 of Fresh Prince. Right after i finished watching the last episode, i thought that i would go down to my kitchen to make a drink. But the thing is, sometimes when you stay up really late, you tend to get a little wonky and crazy and you might not exactly think about how much sense you're making. After i made my drink, i decided to take a tour of my kitchen, at 2 in the cold morning. As insane as i was, i really enjoyed myself. My kitchen reminded me of the set of Fresh Prince because it was built in the 90's and everything in it was in a sense, old. I walked around the kitchen with a cup of Milo in my hand. When you look carefully, and closely enough, you notice what you never did before. I noticed that one of my cupboards have turned yellow over the years due to the exposure to heat and the tiles on the floor has these motifs i have never actually seen properly, and that these motifs were making my kitchen floor look like it had circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are confused on where i am heading with this, i am just trying to say that i really appreciate the 90's more now, eventhough i do not remember most of it. But thanks to a tv show made once upon a time, i can now appreciate, and maybe even learn more about an era of awesomeness i missed out on, via google of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post might seem corny, and most probably lame, boring and everything on the opposite side of amusing. But then again, this is a place where i occassionally voice out my thoughts about recent events and such. so yeah. Until next time, au revoir. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3447030378092602013?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3447030378092602013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3447030378092602013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3447030378092602013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3447030378092602013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/11/his-royal-freshness.html' title='HIS ROYAL FRESHNESS'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-8992601585292744887</id><published>2010-11-23T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:34:44.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for three years ( or rather two and two thirds of a year), i have been studying in a top notch, public school in malaysia. This school has been like a second home to me. With most people being warm and friendly, i really do not know what more i could've asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, i am no longer a student of Sri Aman. Many people might think I dislike this school because of certain conflicts in the past years. Frankly speaking though, this school has done wonders in me. I have gone through so many things in the past 3 years of schooling in Sri Aman. those years have done me some good, i think. In Sri Aman, I had the opportunity to try out so many things I did not have the courage to do before, like speaking in front of a crowd and in front of the government's representative from the Ministry of Education. I got to join the school's Editorial Board alongside so many wonderful people, not only from my segment but the others too. I made enough friends to get me through the rough days, especially in form 1 when all was hell. Although one of the friends i made back then has moved to two other schools in the past year ( what even), I can proudly say that we still talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the strong bond that formed between me and some of the teachers there have been extraordinary. I am not too sure about other schools, but in Sri Aman, the teachers would actually listen to the student's needs most of the time and there was a lot of interaction between the students and the teachers. The school  supplied me with enough knowledge to sit through a very important exam back in October. Besides that, the many events that happened throughout the years helped build up my confidence to do the things i have always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Aman has given me the chance to try out so many things that were out of my comfort zone. I am truly grateful for all that has been given to me. Hopefully in the coming years, I can carry myself in the way Sri Aman has taught me to ( Puan Alainal always mentioned this part) and be recognized as a part of Sri Aman once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, goodbye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-8992601585292744887?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/8992601585292744887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=8992601585292744887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8992601585292744887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8992601585292744887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-three-years-or-rather-two-and-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-4040353510189695008</id><published>2010-10-19T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T03:20:42.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post #330</title><content type='html'>not including the posts i deleted early last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello again, fellow non existant readers. this is just another post (i keep saying that! ) that will probably be insignificant to most of you, and any of you left published before this blog stops publishing for good. meh, this is just another post that i am creating just to fulfill my itch to write. i am not sure if ' itch' is the right term to use, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, pmr is over and done with. I cannot say that i did fabulously well because i know i screwed up bits and pieces along the way but i can tell you that i went flat out and gave my very best. whatever is done, is done and cannot be changed. well, unless i were to dress up as a ninja and snoop around the country for my paper, but no. The ninja idea would probably work well with halloween around the corner though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since pmr is over (has been for about 8 days or so), i have nothing to do at home besides lazing around the house, looking for food to eat, painting my dying nails and watching episodes of tv shows that i happen to love/ stumble upon while relaxing. other than that, my daily schedule is as blank as a sheet of plain white A4 paper. you know, i think A4 paper has a more interesting life than i do, seriously! like cerealslyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and not that anyone is reading this blog right now, but i just wanna tell you guys that i will be going to boarding school. que in the marching band please! SO, i will be going to the wonderful and somewhat peaceful (too peaceful actually) state of negeri sembilan situated below the even more wonderful state of Selangor. It really depends on when i am going though... I am currently waiting for the arrival of the letter of admission to my house from the wonderful state of negeri sembilan. when the letter comes, i'll read it and find out whether im leaving in january or august, or not at all. Keeping my fingers crossed and hoping for the best! But if i do leave, i will miss everyone here very much, especially my indian and malay friend. They probably do not read this blog either. I will also miss the malaysian syllabus and the malaysian way of learning new things. This is because i will be studying the british syllabus and i will be preparing to take my O levels. Words cannot describe the amount of excitement/ anxiety i am feeling now. i cannot decide if i should laugh or cry or to start locking my self up in my room browsing through random books that might help me get through next year without feeling like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have said what i wanted to say. for now at least.if you want a post and if you're easily dissapointed, i recommend you leaving now and coming back in a month or so. i don't think this blog will live it's last days in a grand manner. farewell to all! until we meet again, or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-4040353510189695008?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/4040353510189695008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=4040353510189695008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4040353510189695008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4040353510189695008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-330.html' title='post #330'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2723204146220006032</id><published>2010-09-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:25:02.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's another random post before blankstatements's big finale. my mother is going to kill me when she find out when this post is posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as some of you might know, i, Deborah Lor, will be sitting for this exam called PMR in about 25 days. am i ready? no. then what am i doing here? well, i am here to get a few things off my chest. this will probably be another one of those posts in which i rant about the world in. go on reading, i'm trying to prove my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has been slightly unkind to me. by 'world' , im talking about the people living it as nothing else can possibly hurt me. The saying goes something like this, guns don't kill people, only people kill people. so yeah. ANYWAY, just a pre pmr something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is how i live my life. i go through everyday having to face people that i'm not happy with because of one reason or another, and i face other trials and tribulations. Forget the non living objects, im talking about people here. Due to stress, everyone has been a bit uptight lately and some choose to be a little smart and get into trouble with other people, like me. You get into trouble, fine; that's life for you. But when you get into trouble, can you please not put yourself in a position where you ASSUME you're the victim? All you do is give your side of the story and make the other party seem like the unconsiderate bitch of the west. It would be nice if you could purchase a mirror and see your faults too, you know. If you're going to exagerate and lie and tell half truths, you might as well save your breath and say nothing at all. And if that's your way of gaining sympathy, you're nothing but an attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might be a little unusual at times, but seriously,  I'm no attention whore if that's what you like to call it. Sorry for being so foul mouthed but im just repeating what you said to me, okay? Also, I do not get jealous of people who have it easier than me. For one, I know where I stand unlike you looking from the outside. My parents are able to provide the best for me, and trust me, they KNOW what the best is. They push me to go the extra mile because they want me to be successful and not because they want to seem like they are the World's Best Parents with the World's Best Children to match. They don't buy me expensive gifts on no occasion because they want me to know the value of money and they want me to live within my means. And despite not getting what i want most of the time, i know my parents brought me up well because if they did get me everything i want, i would end up like you, nothing but a spoiled brat. Frankly speaking, you should cut out your name and just go with your dad's because all you do is live off of him day after day after day. You contribute absolutely nothing to the society (except spend your money buying stuff to satisfy your cravings for expensive objects you could live without).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am done. i hope 'you' know that this was meant for you. i know it won't bring you down, but that really wasn't my motif. if you did think of it that way though, it means that you were at one point insecure. But whatever. I am off to study to get good results and watch you drown your sorrows in shopping bags filled to the brim. have a nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2723204146220006032?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2723204146220006032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2723204146220006032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2723204146220006032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2723204146220006032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/09/heres-another-random-post-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-4132587953795843303</id><published>2010-09-01T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T03:10:22.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a short notice...</title><content type='html'>hello again, all of you fellow blog readers. those who are still around at least.  I have a short notice for all of you. i know you already figured out from the title, but excuse me, I am Captain Obvious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i bet that those of you that i have kept hanging on are dying to know what i am going to notify you guys about right? Okay. All of you better be sitting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLANKSTATEMENTS (formerly known as shoutyourheartout) is coming to a close. yeah, that's right. This blog is going to be shut down soon. Blankstatements has been around since late 2007 when i was about twelve. Back then, i was more childish than i am today and actually had something to write about. But then as the years passed, i started to lose my passion for blogging. Well, i have not lost my passion for writing if you are wondering, just blogging on it's own. Promising an update every few months was not what I had in mind when i first signed up for a blogger account. Back then, all I thought about was fitting in because EVERYONE used blogspot and EVERYONE had something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, i have pretty much run out of things to tell all of you. nothing much has been happening lately. Also, some of you have referred to my writing as 'skimpy' or 'flippant'. I do not deny any of those things. I do see blogging as a drag nowadays which would explain my poor elaboration on events that have happened and stuff like that, you do get it right? i mean like, if you don't, just read my old OLD posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are still confused on why i am closing this thing, it is because i have completely lost my inspiration and my passion for keeping it alive. I do not have much time nowadays as i have more beneficial things to do besides telling almost NOBODY how my day went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S TO THREE YEARS OF BLOGGING! :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'll probably update you on events before this blog shuts down on the 31st of December 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-4132587953795843303?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/4132587953795843303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=4132587953795843303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4132587953795843303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4132587953795843303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-short-notice.html' title='just a short notice...'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3107622720402314132</id><published>2010-05-26T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T05:33:29.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L-I-F-E</title><content type='html'>forget the fifth of june. i cannot stick to a promise, you have to listen to me. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 5- 10 minutes, i managed to bloghop and read about 6 posts altogether. in that period of time, i managed to realize that life, is more than just another four lettered word and there are certainly more meanings behind that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 5- 10 minutes, i realized that when you live life, you live it for no one but yourself. Well, other than God, you (I) live your life for no one else. In this world, there is surely going to be people who cheer you (me) on when you (I) succeed. There are also some who stay with you (me) when you're (I'm) in the dumps. But guess what? Not much of that good stuff will last you (me) a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, you (I) probably have to get up on your own when you're (I am) down. Not just that, as you grow older, you (I) realize that this the world we are living in is a vicious one. The world we are living in is a dog- eat- dog world. You (I) might be susccessful at first but one wrong move will probably kill me. yes, i am judging the world by how terrible it already is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always told me to study hard. my grandmother does too. Until 5- 10 minutes ago, i have disregarded that statement. Why work hard when you are having the time of your life now right? party hard, play hard, and work later. right? WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go and study now. Farewell, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3107622720402314132?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3107622720402314132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3107622720402314132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3107622720402314132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3107622720402314132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/05/l-i-f-e.html' title='L-I-F-E'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-839547261576539405</id><published>2010-05-26T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T05:12:46.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>325th post. milestone? not really.</title><content type='html'>HELLO FELLOW READERS!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I now can confirm that i do actually have a few readers as recently, people have started quoting from my previous blog post. okay fine, so it's just ONE person, but yeah. Throw me a party or something! my blog is not that much of a cyber dust collector anymore. :) I shall take whatever time i have left to complete this post to say 'hello' to people who actually stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so unless you are willing to bear with me, leave now as this is going to be quite a boring post. take it from me, my brain is as empty as... YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN? i cannot even find a suitable metaphor to describe my brain and therefore, my life is sad. :( okay fine, so i think those who are at this line are pretty much staying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not have much updates, but hopefully i have enough to fulfill your reading needs. i am making my blog sound orgasmic, how very innapropriate. :P You know, I feel like bursting into song and start singing to Lady Gaga. Fine, i shall do that after i have updated you. :) Tomorrow, i will be sitting for 2 exams. Incase this is my mother reading, ma, you do not have to worry. :) You know what? I dont think i even want to sit for the two exams,I mean like, who does? This is nerve wracking, i am forced to do something i don't want to do. (no, i was kidding. this is not nerve wracking. no, not at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was that enough of an update? can i imitate Lady Gaga now? FEEL FREE TO QOUTE MORE BITS AND PIECES FROM THIS ZOMBIE BLOG. I am sorry, I didnt know what else to call something that came back from the dead. But frankly speaking, i think 'resuscitated' would sound better and not seem so lost in this sea of words. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BID ALL OF YOU A FAREWELL. i also need a new closing line. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. i shall blog on the 5th of june or after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-839547261576539405?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/839547261576539405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=839547261576539405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/839547261576539405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/839547261576539405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/05/325th-post-milestone-not-really.html' title='325th post. milestone? not really.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-8463713024937240499</id><published>2010-04-23T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T05:49:46.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, hello there once again.&lt;br /&gt;no one reads my blog. nuffnang says so. BUT ANYWAY, i'm still going to string about a hundred words together and throw in some punctuation for the sake of my english writing skills. was that too scientific? should i just have gone with 'MAKING SENTENCES' ? Well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a busy yet useless week. but then again, i think i might just be accidentally giving you a summary of today. okay, so the residents of sri aman have been busy preparing for tomorrow's prize giving ceremony for the whole of this week. not much teaching had been going on, but there was enough teaching to prevent my brain from going completely dead and wither like a cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I DID TODAY? :D not really? i'll tell you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 pictures taken today. in one of them, i looked like regina george. HAHA NO, KIDDING. i'll never be as pretty as rachel mcadams. i was sweating like ZOMGBBQ in my first picture for the day and i felt so pretty :) eew. -.- my second picture taken was not that bad. in fact, i think that's the only picture i dont look too chinese because of my pea like eyes or retarded in for this year. will you be happy for me? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OFF, deborah lor.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-8463713024937240499?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/8463713024937240499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=8463713024937240499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8463713024937240499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8463713024937240499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-hello-there-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6796248533635319993</id><published>2010-04-16T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:10:43.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hu·man   /ˈhyumən or, often, ˈyu‐/ Show Spelled[hyoo-muhn or, often, yoo‐] Show IPA&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.of, pertaining to, characteristic of, or having the nature of people: human frailty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you didn't get it in the previous posts i posted and didnt delete on this blog, I AM HUMAN. humans, are creatures created by God and humans are possibly the most complicated organisms on earth because they have so many things about them that are so hard to understand and so hard to accept. but yet, you understand some humans and establish relationships with them, friends, or more than friends, i dont know. NO, i am not asking for a relationship via blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am trying to say is that, i am human too. okay? yeah, try to process and accept that, thank you. don't expect me to be all perfect because humans were made to make mistakes. also, stop throwing your insults at me because sometimes they can go too far. mind you, i bite back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post was very irrelevant but then again, i had to get something off my chest.  mhm, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6796248533635319993?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6796248533635319993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6796248533635319993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6796248533635319993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6796248533635319993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/04/human.html' title='HUMAN'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-574062468114368416</id><published>2010-04-16T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:59:45.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>belated sports day blog post.</title><content type='html'>the title itself speaks for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, on the 15 of april, it was our annual school sports day. yes we had a tonne of fun and yes, we all look like edible lobsters now. *pincers! or claws...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that the 15th was a very productive day. i used an i-phone, dragged a really reaaaally heavy dirty trolley with sports equipment around a race track AND tanned at the same time. you know, i am probably the most attractive creature on earth now seeing that i have about 3 tan lines. i have the mark of my glasses on my face, a v- neck tan line on no where else but my neck and t-shirt sleeve tan lines on my arms. can you imagine what i look like? nevermind if you can't. you just saved yourself from experiencing a camel cum lobster nightmare. inside joke, nevermind if you dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? my greatest worries right now are the stupid tan lines i got over sports day. each tan line will probably take 3 years to dissapear. well, hopefully they dissapear earlier than expected but yeah, you get the point. my face is not as pretty as i described it to be earlier. on the bright side, i match my sport house colour. GO RUBY REDS! :D Have i told you that we won this year? yeah, we won. of course, i wasn't involved in any activity for red house except for the tin can/ newspaper collecting onebut i am still going to join in the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah, i guess that's it? mhm, im leaving now. OH AND MOTHER DEAR, im getting the contact lenses anyway. okay? yeah. tilt your screen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;JUST KIDDING. i do not want to get stabbed in my sleep thanks to you. okay? bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-574062468114368416?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/574062468114368416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=574062468114368416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/574062468114368416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/574062468114368416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/04/belated-sports-day-blog-post.html' title='belated sports day blog post.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2905347733755289637</id><published>2010-04-16T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:39:21.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, MOTHER DEAR</title><content type='html'>how *something* we fear, our mittens we have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this blog post was not initially planned like that, but then the title reminded me of 3 particular kittens and their mother i used to read about from a book as a kid. meowmeoooww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway, let's forget about cats for a while and travel back to the human part of this post. my humour is as dry as a bottle of dried fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHHHAAAT? :D my mother still reads my blog. and she, being a mother, decided to talk about my results over the phone. what am i doing now? well, im obviously blogging but i am also youtubing, tumbling, and tweeting. they are all social networking sites if you're lost (this was meant for the mother) and i am not studying. like whatthecowbells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying whatthecowbells seems childish. yeah, it is. again, you are no where close to laughing. how nice. i'm wrecking the clump of what seems like spaghetti and meatballs in my head thinking of what to talk about so that you won't die of boredom. well, here's something random to amuse you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GLEE SEASON 2 HAS STARTED. :D :D I AM LITERALLY JUMPING FOR JOY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;actually, i was. this is because glee started 4 days ago and i had no permission to go online to tell you something you don't care about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm off to make another post because continuing this doesn't feel correct. okay whatever. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2905347733755289637?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2905347733755289637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2905347733755289637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2905347733755289637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2905347733755289637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-mother-dear.html' title='OH, MOTHER DEAR'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6292202807998242217</id><published>2010-04-09T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:18:37.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DO NOT HAVE ACID REFLUX BECAUSE IT OCCURS IN THE OESOPHAGUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMMA LUCKY PERSON YAWWW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6292202807998242217?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6292202807998242217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6292202807998242217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6292202807998242217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6292202807998242217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-do-not-have-acid-reflux-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-8017871770295468537</id><published>2010-04-09T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:56:31.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHEMGEE. two blog posts in a row. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what sucks? the fact that your stomach sucks, sucks. read again if that didnt make any sense to you because it just does makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i noticed that i cant eat the things i used to indulge in and not feel like dying. i found out i cant eat food smothered in oil, (not that i used to, but icing IS form of oil) and drink soda without worrying about my stomach that will feel like it just got tapped danced on. i shall google 'acid reflux' some other time because right now, i am too busy listening to mgmt, blogging and tweeting at the same time to google some disease i am pretty sure i do not have. but just for kicks, i shall google it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am off to get ready for church. no wait, doing my homework is not getting ready. okay whatever. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: just incase i dont come back in time for your next IWANTTOREADDEBORAHLOR'SBLOG session, you can get me at &lt;a href="http://heyitzdibo.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; .but when you get there, dont expect anything else but less than a million reblogged pictures, okay? bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-8017871770295468537?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/8017871770295468537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=8017871770295468537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8017871770295468537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8017871770295468537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohemgee.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5110869888128007194</id><published>2010-04-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:28:05.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY FINE. I LIED&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i said here was to come back and blog every weekend but did i do that? NAWW. and it was a promise. :( yeah, no one else apart from me is upset because this blog is practically a cyber dust collector. no readers whatsoever, not even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. so what happened while i was not blogging? studying sessions, justin bieber and mostly tumblring sessions. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell all of you non existant readers how my day was! okay, school started out fine. but then the people surrounding me had to leave for camp. and then, we had math AND I SOLVED MOST OF MY PROBLEMS! We went for science in the lab a few moments after we were done with math and a small fire drill was held. i took pictures, but not with my camera. like whatthecowbells? OH GUESS WHAT? we got our results. i, am unfortunately in the bottom group in the rat race. second last and now, i think i'm deranged, on the brink of insanity. i dont know any words that could describe what emotions are going through me right now. that's what you get for being in one of the top 4 classes. well, no, not really. i just suck and you dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYY, lunch time. :) AHDIOHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: you wont be seeing me next week after 2.05 or possibly 4.30. why? because i'll be locked up in my room with a hill slightly shorter than the pile of junk in my room of books. i'll be reading them, answering questions and not be online. maybe. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5110869888128007194?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5110869888128007194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5110869888128007194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5110869888128007194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5110869888128007194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6891086238279181810</id><published>2010-03-09T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:38:13.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH-H-H-HAI</title><content type='html'>hello hello, non existant readers. i bet all of you have ditched my virtual dust collecting blog for other people's well maintained blogs, right? its either that, or all of you have migrated to tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywayy, im back blogging. i shall find time every week to do so. WHY? well, because my standard of english is deteriorating so quickly. i mean like, back when i was an avid blogger, i could write essays not half as terrible as my essays now.FOR INSTANCE, this morning whenwe had out english test, we were required to write an article on "safe school campaign". i wrote my essay in the span of half an hour and it wasn't even that good. YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF PART A YET. part A was not as bad because i didnt take that long. but i think i have at least 3 wrong answers. its only been 3 months, im on the brink of insanity and i suck at what i like to do most. my life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah, i shall bore you readers no longer. guess what im gonna do? :D&lt;br /&gt;okay fine. you guessed it. im leaving. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR NOW. hopefully i'll be back tomorrow and not abandon blankstatements for twitter. i love twitter as much as i love blogspot and tumblr, k? mmhmm, bye. not that you care anywayy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6891086238279181810?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6891086238279181810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6891086238279181810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6891086238279181810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6891086238279181810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-h-h-hai.html' title='OH-H-H-HAI'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5216607321956651916</id><published>2010-02-15T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:06:43.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>superwoman, gone wrong.</title><content type='html'>apa khabar? penghuni- penghuni bumi tercinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all of you are having a great time at home, not in school right? i dont know about you readers but i know im less tensed. i have been since 3 pm on friday. CHEEZE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, how has your holiday been so far? drop me a comment in the cbox? i almost said sidebar. thats how much im thinking about youtube. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY holidays so far have pretty much been all about youtube. morning, wake up, youtube. afternoon, lunch, sleep, youtube. night, youtube. HERE I AM NOW. on youtube i have been like, watching random people do random things. lexnsydshow, xhannahproductions, yummyxcupcake and michellephan have been the ones killing my time. dont ask me who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess thats it? my holidays are boring i know. i bet you guys have been doing more productive things. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodlelooooo. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5216607321956651916?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5216607321956651916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5216607321956651916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5216607321956651916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5216607321956651916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/02/superwoman-gone-wrong.html' title='superwoman, gone wrong.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-4670209105629723857</id><published>2010-02-07T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:14:54.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourteen months and seven days ago</title><content type='html'>im not sure what happened then. ask Nick Santino. :)&lt;br /&gt;dont you just LOOVVEEE a rocket to the moon? go listen to em if you haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, its been quite some time since i last updated. just enough time for my blog to accumulate virtual dust, spiders and maybe even fogged up virtual glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inter-class public speaking competition will be in 4 days. our practice where everyone tries out in one shot is on tuesday. my speech? obviously incomplete. im already bogged down with previous undone homework and i have a speech to complete. teacher, if you're reading this, dont be pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the less scary part of my life, roar mance was yesterday. it was awesome if you were wondering. apparently, i girl thought i was 18 because with my curled hair and dress paired up with my shoes, i looked as if i finished my SPM last year. ouch. i didnt take any pictures with my camera as usual, so i shall steal pictures from people who actually took pictures. there was this photobooth and i posed with so many people and so many objects i lost count. i saw people doing the taylor swift. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, for yet another disturbing part of this whole story, i have history notes to do. yes i will get slaughtered if i dont do it, yes, i will not see the daylight ever again if nothing happens by tuesday. wish me luck. can you sense my monotone? im sorry you're bored. im saying sorry just so you would come back. so yeah. i guess i just summarised my weekend for you? mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great day with tammy ho, sandra lee the gleeko, richard, bue and huay. right now, i would like to have a dslr. whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out, dibo.&lt;br /&gt;im a gift dragon. sure i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-4670209105629723857?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/4670209105629723857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=4670209105629723857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4670209105629723857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4670209105629723857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/02/fourteen-months-and-seven-days-ago.html' title='fourteen months and seven days ago'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3864828900776366559</id><published>2010-01-22T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:06:55.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and all i ever wanted, was too see you smiling&lt;br /&gt;and all i ever wanted, was to make you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED?&lt;br /&gt;on an average boring week when nothing seems to be attractive and everything is the same, i spend approximately 8 hours in school.&lt;br /&gt;on an average day that does not include the weekends, i lug 6 kilograms of books to school and back.&lt;br /&gt;on an average day, i sleep for 10 hours in two seperate sessions. basically its a really long nap and the normal snooze session at night. technically its MORNING seeing that it's 1 everytime i go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i waste 1/3 of my day every school day doing random things that is NOT studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, if i continue this pattern and lead my daily life just the way it is now, im gonna be a major screw up in the future. i mean like, which person takes 10 hours of sleep on a daily basis? blahh, im wasting my time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you. au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;for now at least.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT YOU TO BEG FOR MY RETURN TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;no i was kidding. i bet'cha i need to beg for your return right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaceout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3864828900776366559?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3864828900776366559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3864828900776366559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3864828900776366559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3864828900776366559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-all-i-ever-wanted-was-too-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3939511368004069443</id><published>2010-01-22T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:52:49.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cobwebs</title><content type='html'>HELLO my fellow beloved blog readers, although i dont think i have anymore left. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, i am back and updating this on-the-verge-of-collecting-virtual-cyber-dust blog :) it's been about 22 days since i last updated and yeah, i probably missed out on alot of things that's been happening. anyone care to spam my cbox and fill me in? NO WAIT DONT SPAM! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do know that i actually waited for 5 minutes to type this because i had nothing entering the clump of spaghetti and meatballs i call my brain right? yeah, the after effects of not blogging for more than 2 weeks. i am legit awesome i know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywayyy, just so you know &lt;em&gt;lah, &lt;/em&gt;i got my tetanus jab on tuesday i think? part of my arm (or at least the part that got jabbed) swelled up a little and its okay now :) thank goodness for that. for the past two nights, i've been sleeping like a gymnast, bent left right and center to avoid stimulating my pain receptors. if you follow me on twitter and receive my constant updates, you should know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh OHHHHH, im not sure if i told you this last year because im too darn lazy to check my lder posts that i signed up for the ed board? guess what, i am in :) su yi as the segment head told me yesterday i think? and at that moment, all i could was 'oh, i'm in? :D' yes, the smiley is there for emphasis. my facial expression was probably THIS CLOSE to being priceless. i can contain my excitement, no worries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! FOOLED YOU. let me let out my partially psycho side for about 3 minutes or less.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT IN THE EDITORIAL BOARD?! NYANANANANA WOOT WOOT! * insert happy dance that screams OMG here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it for now? i'll probably post again tomorrow after school if i remember. if not, you shall have to wait for another 3 weeks for my update :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go play in the rain now. bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3939511368004069443?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3939511368004069443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3939511368004069443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3939511368004069443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3939511368004069443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/01/cobwebs.html' title='cobwebs'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6891511507907091297</id><published>2010-01-01T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:57:13.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello, i am back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my previous post, i told all of you not to expect ANYTHING till the next year, which is now. AND BEHOLD! here i am descending from the sky in a shimmering gown gracefully landing onto the center stage of blogging. okay fine, so i just rolled out of bed in my shiny pajamas, so whaatt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a new year, and new year means making resolutions. right? so for this year, my resolutions are to buck up and improve my grades, get straight A's for the upcoming dreaded PMR examination in idontknow what month, be more organized and to be slowER to anger/ explode infront of a thousand people just because im not happy with 1 person. i also resolve to pray more often. the year before was howdoiputit* a very un-Christianny year with all the sins and swearing going around -yes i sweared a couple x 100 times-, the forgeting to pray, the not surrendering to God and yeah. so for this year, i would like to be a stronger Christian, pray more often and ask God for help more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson once quoted 'God wouldn't give you anything you can't handle' and yeah, i think that would be my objective to strive harder in my studies, not that i did before but you get my point. 8A's for PMR, thumbs up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's it for now. despite my long looonngggg hiatus, i have nothing much to say. happy new year to you folks out there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6891511507907091297?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6891511507907091297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6891511507907091297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6891511507907091297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6891511507907091297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-hello-i-am-back-in-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-608840524554420224</id><published>2009-12-15T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:16:40.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dusty.</title><content type='html'>yeah, that would best describe my blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALVE! (which kinda means hi in italian) odd inhbitants of planet earth! (yeah, i need a new greeting too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i am back from melacca already. i am finally free from the random golden retrievers chasing you around and pooping in your play area. well, technically it's their play area but they shouldve agreed to loan it to us for a few days. pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, overall, camp was fun. if there was shoud be a word for it, it would be shockalingam. :)despite sleeping in a crummy bed and getting wet while having to look for pieces of paper in the rain, all else was well. uncle dexter is one helluva speaker and his talk sessions were very -howdoyouputit- sensible. out of my 3 youth camps so far, this has been the one that made the most sense. the workshops were great and the one i joined was not what i expected at all. writing tight with eugene phua, non traaditional, non boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahh! deborahlor shal get off the computer now. i dont expect you to expect any updates until next year because my dad is forcing me to wreck my brains reading a book. hoyeahh.&lt;br /&gt;kaythanksbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-608840524554420224?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/608840524554420224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=608840524554420224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/608840524554420224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/608840524554420224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/12/dusty.html' title='dusty.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-4741175276192050841</id><published>2009-12-04T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:43:56.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phuahjiahoSINGH</title><content type='html'>since xinli drew a picture of phuahjiahoSINGH, i did too :) shes now drawing a camel. but anyway, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411375900946762002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SxkRthIKiRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/k_iiCnUXydM/s400/drawing.JPG" /&gt;not necessary in human form, except for the cina looking richard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the treestump is tammy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the camel is yours truly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the plant is supposed to be a celery stick, but its a plant which represents xinli :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the human boy is richard. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am SO LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-4741175276192050841?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/4741175276192050841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=4741175276192050841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4741175276192050841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4741175276192050841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/12/phuahjiahosingh.html' title='phuahjiahoSINGH'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SxkRthIKiRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/k_iiCnUXydM/s72-c/drawing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6760074579748660456</id><published>2009-12-01T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:51:05.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai kawan semua :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have officially lost it. i FORGOT how to blog properly and im not sure if that is even possible. but heck, what is NOT possible with deborah lor eh? *heights are not included* there's nothing happening in my life right now. well, nothing blog worthy that is. all i do all day is wake up at either 10.30 or 11.30 in the morning because i am a pig and it's holiday season, eat, watch Royal Pains on tv and have a nap. after i get up from i nap, i sit infront of the tv again waiting for Jamie Oliver to come on just because i like his british accent. that is how i spend my day on a holiday. thank goodness im not missing school yet though. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? its already december. i only have 29 days left of 2009 to enjoy and ten possibly another 3 next year before school starts. i will OFFICIALLY be a form 3 student next year, and i will officially be a PMR candidate. boohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, im getting braces next tuesday. frankly speaking, I CANT WAITT :D&lt;br /&gt;i am going to be Xinli's partner in crime. imma get neon orange ones for the sake of it. do they have glow in the dark ones? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. in about another 2 weeks, i will post again. if i remember.&lt;br /&gt;BYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6760074579748660456?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6760074579748660456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6760074579748660456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6760074579748660456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6760074579748660456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/12/hai-kawan-semua-i-have-officially-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5011151515277715434</id><published>2009-11-28T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T04:29:24.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a while hasn't it? i bet ALL of you missed me. well, i for sure did not miss any of you. why you ask? because i'm awesome. DUHH.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't kidding. I AM awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but i am also lying :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello hello outside world. i didnt mean what i said in that paragraph up there. you probably dont cre anyway. but yeah, whateverrr. as usual, nothing much happened this week.,and the week before, and most probably the week after this. im not psychic, i just dont expect ANYTHING exciting. i mean like, what is there to look forward to? mother dear is leaving back for work VERY EARLY in the morning tomorrow so tonight will probably be the last time i see her until she comes back in 3 weeks time. boohoo, if you couldnt tell, i dont like tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had pork soup for dinner. but i didnt take pork soup. i just ate alot of lettuce in soup. i am an official vampire shield right now, and most probably a human shield too. the stench of garlic in my breath might not go away until tomorrow. yeah, its THAT awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. I, shalll leave this place now. i shall not distribute any more of my negative energy. i dont think i can anyway but i shall go anyway. goodbye odd inhabitants of planet earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5011151515277715434?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5011151515277715434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5011151515277715434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5011151515277715434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5011151515277715434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-while-hasnt-it-i-bet-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-9172882591428278452</id><published>2009-11-20T00:10:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:18:20.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gossip girl stars, and high school flashbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SwZPQTOVOGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/n2vFsF8ZCi0/s1600/penn+badgley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406095544161744994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SwZPQTOVOGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/n2vFsF8ZCi0/s400/penn+badgley.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that penn badgeley was that chubby kid in high school instead of the guy with visible sexy cheek bones on gossip girl now? i have nothing else to say about penn's highschool picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you are about to see right after this series of letters stuck together will/might make you smile and say aww. here are the letters stuck together. OHMYGOODNESSHEWASSOOOOOHOOOOOTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406095551324090242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SwZPQt5974I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Z85TxfwmQ_4/s400/chace+crawford.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that, my friends, is chace crawford.&lt;br /&gt;he was sooo hoooootttt :) he stil is :)&lt;br /&gt;AHAH, im on a peanut butter high. sorry richard, youre the only one who hates peanut butter now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-9172882591428278452?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/9172882591428278452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SwZPQTOVOGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/n2vFsF8ZCi0/s72-c/penn+badgley.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-4496751060207231634</id><published>2009-11-19T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:22:29.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont feel like saying anything nice now, but for the sake of all my blog readers, HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;nah, i was kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i type now, my left eye is swollen and it feels very sore. it all started with my self-cut fringe not obeying me and wont part from the left, resulting in about 105 sharp ends of hair poking my cornea. the best part was when i kept rubbing my eyes. wow, the feeling felt good, but i dont look that way. at least not for now, or ever. blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunch this afternoon, daddy dearest forced me to put my vegetarian diet on a halt for 2 weeks because i am apparently malnourished. and so, i end up in a crowded wantan noodle shop. i ate chicken, and he shoved pork down my throat. not literally, but he was like "EAT THE CHAR SIEWWWWW. i'll take the other one" i put 'the' because he purposely ordered a seperate plate of meat. for about an hour and a half after that, something felt stuck in my throat. why an hour and a half only? well, i fell asleep after that so all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OHHHH! i purchased 2 metres of cloth just now. black and purple :) my grandmother decided to donate me pretty blue cloth after that just because i bugged her to do so. perhaps she didnt like the sound of an annoying teen calling her 'popo' for goodness knows how many times in a day, she might have not liked the idea of being called a name that people usually call old people. but nevertheless, she is a wonderful womannn. my grandmother could hae been a fashion designer back in her time as she has sewn many pieces of beautiful clothing. if she had the chance to do fashion designing in the states where she never had the chance to go to even until today (oh yes, i sound mean), she would've had the money to have a good life. she would have enough money to buy good food and she would have enough money to stop her osteoperosis from happening. oh my dear grandmother, you are indeed the version of superwoman, before my mother. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall go off now. taa' lovelies. although i dont mean it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-4496751060207231634?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/4496751060207231634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=4496751060207231634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4496751060207231634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4496751060207231634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-feel-like-saying-anything-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2944008047743467926</id><published>2009-11-18T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:42:07.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a random list of things i would like to do this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, boost my stamina. reeeechardddd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2, take pictures :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, study form 1 things i did not manage to stuff into my head last year. *hinthint, maaatthhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4, have at least 2 more phuahjiahoSINGH sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5, shop for a new dress and skinnies. i can buy a vest off my aunt, HOPEFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;6,download THE SUMMER SET songs, even though they're old.&lt;br /&gt;7, clean my pig sty.&lt;br /&gt;8, MAKE a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9, attend girls camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10, finish gossipgirl season 2 and 3. whatever they have at least :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11, look for the summer set's cd :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2944008047743467926?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2944008047743467926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2944008047743467926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2944008047743467926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2944008047743467926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-list-of-things-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-1416942338463207160</id><published>2009-11-17T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:36:29.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEARLESS.</title><content type='html'>FEARLESS;&lt;br /&gt;is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEARLESS;&lt;br /&gt;is living in spite of the things that scare you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEARLESS;&lt;br /&gt;is letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be fearless. what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listened to my fearless cd last night after a long time of leaving it on the shelf. the message on the paper that was in the front made alot of sense to me. despite reading it for a few times before, the message only made sense to me now. i find Taylor Swift to be a strong and graceful girl, or lady. whichever you prefer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-1416942338463207160?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/1416942338463207160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=1416942338463207160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1416942338463207160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1416942338463207160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/fearless.html' title='FEARLESS.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-7934185981492127227</id><published>2009-11-17T21:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:07:36.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me tortoise.</title><content type='html'>i just realised that my life as a form two student has come to halt, 23 HOURS AGO. and guess what? i wasn't even in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like just yesterday i was placed in a class that had the first letter of FAIL, as so my mother teases. but whatever, i survived.&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like just yesterday i was sitting alone and suddenly this random chinese girl named pui ling, who soon became my friend instead of random-chinese-girl sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like just yesterday i was placed in a window seat surrounded by people i only knew by name.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday i had gotten wonderful teachers to teach me 10 subjects for the rest of my form 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday i became close to this girl named Elina who has split personalities.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like yesterday was the start of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw nostalgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-7934185981492127227?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/7934185981492127227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=7934185981492127227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7934185981492127227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7934185981492127227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/call-me-tortoise_17.html' title='call me tortoise.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-1060283190257687584</id><published>2009-11-17T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:30:39.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry i let you down.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry you have breakdowns because i let you down.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i let you feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i let myself feel like crap next to you with your superwoman image&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i was too darn arrogant&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i failed&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i never lived up to your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i wasted 14 years of you time giving you false hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying my best now. im am just sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but to you, sorry is but a word. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-1060283190257687584?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/1060283190257687584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=1060283190257687584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1060283190257687584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1060283190257687584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sorry-i-let-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-7086943330008576617</id><published>2009-11-16T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:47:53.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have cool hair</title><content type='html'>but guess what? i lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoyowassupdawgs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the annual class party was held today despite gloomy, wet weather. it was raining cats and dogs, not a killjoy at first but things do happen. i have no pictures because i didnt feel the need to bring a camera but then again, there were so many moments that you guys would miss out on thanks to this idiot here. yeah, my judgement sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i mentioned some 50 words before, the weather was gloomy and wet. some of us thought-it-would-be-fun students played in the rain, and some of us just sprad icing on people's faces with icing from random cupcakes we saw, and then proceeded to steal. and if you understood that equation, the end product would be "ending up with discipline teachers in a room that makes you feel claustrophobic" and that, happened at around 11 in the morning? the so called party, more like a get- together actually was ended early due to some circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our pizza only arrived at 12, just when they ended our gathering. despite almost bursting from what we were donated from other classes, we still stuffed our faces silly, with teacher's permission of course :) i tell you, the amount of food we were supposed to consume was more than enough. we had to 'tapau'. get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, if this update wasn't good enough, i'll give you another, in time to come that is.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. im off to eat dinner. yeah, i can still eat after swallowing about 3 pounds of food from the class get-together :)&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: OH AND BTW, today was my last day of school. at least i think so :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-7086943330008576617?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/7086943330008576617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=7086943330008576617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7086943330008576617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7086943330008576617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-cool-hair.html' title='i have cool hair'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3924814970646982238</id><published>2009-11-14T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T04:47:37.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KONICHIWA. hello again, odd inhabitants of planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know? i like rainy nights and wet black tar roads that reflect the light of lamp posts and traffic lights and the moon casting shadows of leaves onto the wet tar roads. it think that these are the little things that you dont always notice but they make things much better. in my opinion they do at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just came back from a 2 hour shopping trip. my dad, sister and I went shopping in OU. i expected to see a crowd as tonight was fly fm's 4th flynniversary but meh, they were all outdoors. the indoor crowd was barely a crowd, only a mountain full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i tend to gravitate towards the toy shops and dress shops. i have proof because when my dad was shopping for my sister's toy gun, i was playing with one of those foam things that squirt water in swimming pools and staring at monopoly boards and uno cards. the gumball machine did not fail to amuse me like it always did. even when i was a kid at a tender age of three to five, gumballs were my first priority whenever paid a visit to toys'r'us. i always thought that the mascot was a dinosaur because toys'r'us sound like toysaurus. im sorry but that was really random. oh and bytheway, i spotted a really pretty summer dress at somerset bay that cost a bomb. killjoy i tell you! stupid overpriced things that people make so much money out of.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad gave me rm15 initially for diva headbands but after figuring out that only the thick ones suited me because of my puffy hair-do, i decided to put back the neon headbands, keep the money and i ran to marksandspencer to buy red currant puffs. who can stand the temptation of that biscuit with that red centre filled with jam? deborah lor is certainly NOT the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im leaving&lt;br /&gt;i bid all of you a farewell.&lt;br /&gt;for tonight at least.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3924814970646982238?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3924814970646982238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3924814970646982238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3924814970646982238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3924814970646982238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/konichiwa.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5222469517231525618</id><published>2009-11-13T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:53:58.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the thirteenth.</title><content type='html'>forget the normal HELLO intro i normally starty my posts with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i cant belive that 2009 is drawing to a close already. although, this was not the best year i've had so far even though many people said that form 2 would be the best of your schooling years. BUT ANYWAY, thats not the point. i am so freaked out by the fact that next year, i will be in form 3. i will be taking PMR. i will be taking subjects i have never heard of the year after that and guess what? another year after that, i will be sitting for another crappy exam and bang, i leave for college to proceed with whats left of my dull boring life filled with grey patches here and there. am i too dramatic for your liking? im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just drained the contents of my brain into that paragraph i just typed. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was Sriaman's open day. i cant say ANNUAL because they hold it twice a year (or was it this year only) and i figured out yesteray that if you get ONLY 1A, parent- teacher convos are not the best thing on earth. how wonderful, i might just end up being a loser in the coming years seeing that i am SO cocky of what i have achieved in the past that i dont bother to study for the present or the future. omg did you just read that? i finally had the guts to say that. well, i did have the guts to do so before but for the sake of my dear beloved reader's amusement, i shall go the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to school and i returned my math textbook after what seemed like ages to the spbt people. hoyeah, i am horrendously bad in timing.i tend to lose my books when i need them the most, which results in me heading over to SBL to get new ones so that the teacher in charge wont get mad at me. after returning my math book, i asked if i could get my form 3 books today but no, they said i would on Monday. so today, i brought a hugeass bag to school for nothing. no-thing. but anyway, i continued my day with some math, monopoly (although boring, watching people play does count!) my higlight of the day was talking to my english teacher at 8.30 in the morning. i had about 4 hours of sleep after i got back home from school and then i woke up to my obnoxious phone alarm that went off at 5pm. i texted my piano teacher to have a replacement class tomorrow instead of the normal class today because i was drained. good enough excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my daily dose of gossip girl. i haven't been watching a proper episode since tuesday when they aired it on 8tv. i cant seem to get enough of taylor momsen, blake lively and leighton meester. have i mentioned how good looking penn badgley is? does ed westwick make you cheer infront of the tv too? does chace crawford seem dreamy or is it just me? screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to say that i am superwoman right now but no, i dont feel super at all. neither do i feel like a woman. excuse the last part sorry. so for now, its just plain ol' Dibo. hope you havd fun reading this post that did not do much good to your brain cells. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5222469517231525618?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5222469517231525618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5222469517231525618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5222469517231525618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5222469517231525618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/forget-normal-hello-intro-i-normally.html' title='friday the thirteenth.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5117782940455940479</id><published>2009-11-09T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:11:44.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello. so its been a while since i last posted something without a google header. admit it, these are the best they've ever had! so anyway, i have turned full vegetarian now but i still eat eggs. my source of protein now comes from tofu and lentils. meat? that was so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much crap happened for the past few days. i have officially no feelings whatsoever for you anymore. im not allowed to, and neither willl i do. im sorry.  TO TOP IT OFF, my mom left for work and my dad didnt buy me novemebr's issue of galaxy because of megan fox's picture on the front cover. they had a gg poster behind. things are falling back to where they were some time ago and no, thats not good. not that you care or anything, but this is just an FYI thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5117782940455940479?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5117782940455940479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5117782940455940479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5117782940455940479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5117782940455940479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-8053483559015209391</id><published>2009-11-09T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:30:11.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my role model on s.street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Svf8-j-LLFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6xanBSMDvjY/s1600-h/count_von_count-hp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402064429792308306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Svf8-j-LLFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6xanBSMDvjY/s400/count_von_count-hp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quote count von count: TWO PAPERCLIPS. AH AH AH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-8053483559015209391?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/8053483559015209391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=8053483559015209391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8053483559015209391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8053483559015209391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-role-model-on-sstreet.html' title='my role model on s.street'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Svf8-j-LLFI/AAAAAAAAAgY/6xanBSMDvjY/s72-c/count_von_count-hp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-480752725720187047</id><published>2009-11-07T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:55:24.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like today's google header.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SvZdNwzDqnI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rcsXLIcGQMk/s1600-h/elmo-hp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401607294096222834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SvZdNwzDqnI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rcsXLIcGQMk/s400/elmo-hp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELMO! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-480752725720187047?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/480752725720187047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=480752725720187047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/480752725720187047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/480752725720187047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-todays-google-header.html' title='i like today&apos;s google header.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SvZdNwzDqnI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rcsXLIcGQMk/s72-c/elmo-hp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3056373330078189631</id><published>2009-11-05T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:57:46.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont feed me violence, just run with me through rows of speeding cars.</title><content type='html'>hello! apa khabar? ni hao. yo dawgg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the sejarah drama today went fine despite the few hiccups in the middle and at the end. all of our (the students of 2f) hardwork payed off not as well as we expected but things were still great. we tok pictures, had a makeup session in class and now i sound like a 9 year old writing in her journal. but you get the point la, we had fun. eli brought her miniscule laptop. its like, half the size of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i got home about an hour ago, i skipped grey's anatomy on star world for gossip girl online and let me conclude that taylor momsen is indeed gorgeous. no, im not gonna post up any pictures of random people starring in the shows i watch because that will just bore you, like how i am doing now. oh well. i guess i should leave and resume my video watching sessions. school book returning on tuesday, class party on wednesday, report card day on thursday and friday? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye for now people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3056373330078189631?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3056373330078189631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3056373330078189631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3056373330078189631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3056373330078189631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-feed-me-violence-just-run-with-me.html' title='dont feed me violence, just run with me through rows of speeding cars.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6164123926491239366</id><published>2009-11-05T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:16:58.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's google header</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SvLsSLCJoGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qyDyvcy-_-s/s1600-h/cookie_monster-hp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400638700114255970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SvLsSLCJoGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qyDyvcy-_-s/s400/cookie_monster-hp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today's google header is so awesome right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6164123926491239366?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6164123926491239366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6164123926491239366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6164123926491239366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6164123926491239366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-google-header.html' title='today&apos;s google header'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SvLsSLCJoGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qyDyvcy-_-s/s72-c/cookie_monster-hp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2301472819997379002</id><published>2009-11-04T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:31:10.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because i was imensely bored out of my wits and my gossip girl episode is loading, idecided to do a tag while waiting since sandra said that if i knew her, i could do the tag. take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag a new friend. hmm, cant think of one now.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i dont make new friends. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone you realized that you can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;friendsandfamily. there, i put them in one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone you met when you were little.&lt;br /&gt;tammyho, buelim, larissalau.&lt;br /&gt;i was 7 ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone with the best smile.&lt;br /&gt;blake lively. HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag your bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;err, tammyho buelim larissalau kyralynntaylor phuahxinli. i put them in one again because they said BEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone who likes good music.&lt;br /&gt;caleb lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone you used to be really closed to.&lt;br /&gt;natalie chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag the smartest person you know.&lt;br /&gt;mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone you'll always have fun with.&lt;br /&gt;phuah xinli, tammy ho, bue lim, larissa lau, kyralynn taylor, richard ranjit&lt;br /&gt;we can camwhore and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone you miss.&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone who has nice hair.&lt;br /&gt;me. like DUHHH. okay fine, sandra lee, thelma, tammyho, larissa lau, kyralynn taylor, bue lim.&lt;br /&gt;why i say so?  because they dont have retarded fringes like mine. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone who makes you smile on your worst day.&lt;br /&gt;tammyho and phuah xin li. two very amusing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag the person with really nice eyes.&lt;br /&gt;amandalee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone who makes you laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;tammy ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone who changed your life.&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth lor. mmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag someone you onced had a crush on.&lt;br /&gt;leechongwei. NO WAIT! forget i said that.&lt;br /&gt;lucas till.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag your funniest friend.&lt;br /&gt;mirror.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i laugh at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag the person who you can talk to about anything.&lt;br /&gt;tammyho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag the person who knows you better than any of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;tammyho.&lt;br /&gt;MUST SHE BOOK ALL THE TAGS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag the prettiest person you know.&lt;br /&gt;i shall resist the temptation to type ME in capital letters. this was just an example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2301472819997379002?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2301472819997379002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2301472819997379002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2301472819997379002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2301472819997379002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-i-was-imensely-bored-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-4921383700916877760</id><published>2009-11-03T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:46:51.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, odd inhabitants of planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont feel like going to school tomorrow because the teacher's have stopped teaching except for my math teacher but then again, there's no math tomorrow. also, school nowadays is nothing but people in class playing uno and speed and the whole class hating me. screw it, i dont need any of you to survive the many more days of my life. kill your brain cells for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghpth, the history drama is on friday, i painted what seemed like a million pieces of styrofoam (im exxagerating) and i managed to screw up my pinafore in the process, torn and dirtied. call me a genius if you would like to. nothing else but that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE MILLIONARE? i bet &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;couldnt answer ANY of the questions you asked 5 other people playing the same game. loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-4921383700916877760?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/4921383700916877760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=4921383700916877760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4921383700916877760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4921383700916877760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-odd-inhabitants-of-planet-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3624890808856587855</id><published>2009-11-02T05:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:03:29.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's november already. And guess what? Its still no different than before. Streaming is this friday and let's see where i end up spending the coming year. Its too late for any luck wishing now. I'm not sure what i have just done or why i did so, but right now, im feeling like rojak. Mixed feelings. Get it get it? No joke. Formative marks for math are to be given tomorrow, so let me finish my work. Have i mentioned my hatred for geometrical constructions? Off to burn whats left of my brain cells, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3624890808856587855?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3624890808856587855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3624890808856587855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3624890808856587855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3624890808856587855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-november-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-748358346918557999</id><published>2009-11-01T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:23:56.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best relationship someone could ever have is with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;and if you dont love yourself, loving someone else is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and people who love themselves dont commit suicide.  were you lying when you said "iloveyou" ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-748358346918557999?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/748358346918557999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=748358346918557999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/748358346918557999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/748358346918557999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-relationship-someone-could-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-1752660883626564513</id><published>2009-10-29T22:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:54:31.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP READING NOW IF YOU ARE AN AVID FAN OF GG AND DONT WANT A SPOILER.</title><content type='html'>i'll wait fr you to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Sup_XdvByHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/3bbL1AX0Rtk/s1600-h/OMGBBQLOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398267144452556914" 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=1752660883626564513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1752660883626564513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1752660883626564513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-reading-now-if-you-are-avid-fan-of.html' title='STOP READING NOW IF YOU ARE AN AVID FAN OF GG AND DONT WANT A SPOILER.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Sup_XdvByHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/3bbL1AX0Rtk/s72-c/OMGBBQLOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-7489200174386025416</id><published>2009-10-29T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:39:29.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world, hope you're listening</title><content type='html'>so my exams are officially over and my results make me feel like crap. yeah, my mother is probably mad at me right now and the phrase that im thinking she would say right now is &lt;em&gt;it was all in your hands, why are you doing this? &lt;/em&gt;mmmf, i dont know about the phrase, but trust me on the shes-mad-at-me part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made resolutions, who cares that it's not the start of 2010 or the end of 2009?&lt;br /&gt;my resolutions include full time studying&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; BAHAHAHAHAHAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and bucking up on math, geography and history. i would like you to wish me luck right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, so i guess this is it. what more can you say when youre depressed and when you think no wait, KNOW that your mother is going to yell at you like theres no tomorrow? yeah, there wont be a tomorrow if i keep this up. oh well then, goodbye, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: studying only after i finish watching gg season 1. procrastination is bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-7489200174386025416?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/7489200174386025416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=7489200174386025416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7489200174386025416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7489200174386025416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world-hope-youre-listening.html' title='hello world, hope you&apos;re listening'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6983572265647345890</id><published>2009-10-27T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:55:25.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, it just struck me that in 3 days, october's gonna be over. november's on its way, yeah, and so is pmr next year. i dont have a say in how hard pmr is gonna be next year, but mmf, nothing less is what im going for. hopefully. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im panicking at 12.51 on a school night. that's deborahlor for you.&lt;br /&gt;oh and bytheway, i really dont care about what &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;think of me anymore because to me, youre just another person that has screwed up thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i bet you, you have thoughts about me swirling in your head right now. thinking about what to tell the rest of the world, and about how lifeless i am. sure thing, go ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6983572265647345890?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6983572265647345890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6983572265647345890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6983572265647345890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6983572265647345890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-it-just-struck-me-that-in-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5160896692485748029</id><published>2009-10-21T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:28:00.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what makes me unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i have gorgeous friends and i am the odd one out. blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, ilostmycorrectiontapeAGAINshhhh &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;better yet, I JUST REFILLED IT. &gt;:( &gt;:( &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5160896692485748029?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5160896692485748029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5160896692485748029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5160896692485748029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5160896692485748029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-what-makes-me-unhappy-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2495336388627373420</id><published>2009-10-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:15:07.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>realizations</title><content type='html'>i just figured out that, if you are having a sleepover with your female cousin (the camwhore population is mostly girls) and youre tired and you fall asleep before she does, its probably not a good idea to leave your laptop with her. because for VERY OBVIOUS REASONS, she will start by ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395070064570751922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/St8jo7EVW7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/yZnZs_WaiIo/s400/Snapshot_20091019_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;taking a picture with you first so that you wont suspect anything fishy. and then she moves on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395070073580480498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/St8jpcoa5_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/zkfRd8r-Cf0/s400/Snapshot_20091019_31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a solo shot. but then again, polaroided pictures are always prettier that normal ones. so this happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395070059093033906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/St8jomqWA7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/8g6n2Ks3_bg/s400/Snapshot_20091019_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then, its too plain if your cousin doesnt pose. and so she does. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395070075836659778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/St8jplCVeEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/amIrY7ehJtg/s400/Snapshot_20091019_34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then ONE FACE IS NOT ENOUGH, so &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395070079105866690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/St8jpxNxm8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/raeNA1zSmD4/s400/Snapshot_20091019_40.jpg" border="0" /&gt; she adds more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have such a wonderful coousin. thanks goodness you dont look bad okay. okay it will be the delete button all the way. oh, and also because iloveyou :) i was joking about the first comment. LAUGH NOW, I COMMAND YOU TO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2495336388627373420?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2495336388627373420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2495336388627373420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2495336388627373420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2495336388627373420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/realizations.html' title='realizations'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/St8jo7EVW7I/AAAAAAAAAfc/yZnZs_WaiIo/s72-c/Snapshot_20091019_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-1532615038993197438</id><published>2009-10-18T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T04:42:27.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Str7lD_41HI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ibkl6hZxW-A/s1600-h/Image0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393900117876593778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Str7lD_41HI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ibkl6hZxW-A/s400/Image0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if youre a hard rocker, you want to slam guitars and watch them smash into a million tiny pieces on the cold hard floor but it amazingly fails to do so and youre furious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393900134441907986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Str7mBtXdxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MhmcSnBHL_A/s400/Image0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;chill, your guitar pick can do the job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes people, i wonderfully broke my guitar pick as you can see. i dont know how but after strumming to some taylor swift, my guitar pick quite literally broke into 2. OH THE JOY,i cant cover the red jumsuit apparatus's your guardian angel tonight. wasn't planned, but had an idea of doing so. some wonderful prefect would not let me trim the nails of just one hand. oh yes, im blaming my problems on the rest of the world, why bother to continue reading my absolutely boring blog in which i blog about random problems and blame them on the rest of the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-1532615038993197438?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/1532615038993197438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=1532615038993197438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1532615038993197438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1532615038993197438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-youre-hard-rocker-you-want-to-slam.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Str7lD_41HI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ibkl6hZxW-A/s72-c/Image0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2891107295200304965</id><published>2009-10-16T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:50:54.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Stk-k4hBOJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jjjGbcUpCvg/s1600-h/of+pictures+and+heart+shaped+lotus+roots..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393410832119969938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Stk-k4hBOJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jjjGbcUpCvg/s400/of+pictures+and+heart+shaped+lotus+roots..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;click to enlarge. maybe it will enlarge when you click. i dont know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, that was what i had for dinner the other day, naturally heart shaped lotus roots in soup. my maid is a genius. and she takes picture of herself with my phone. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma, you missed out. we had chicken rice that afternoon too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2891107295200304965?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2891107295200304965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2891107295200304965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2891107295200304965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2891107295200304965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/click-to-enlarge.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Stk-k4hBOJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jjjGbcUpCvg/s72-c/of+pictures+and+heart+shaped+lotus+roots..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2106307275046070567</id><published>2009-10-15T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:53:04.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DeborahLor (: says:&lt;br /&gt;what happens if you dont have stereoscopic vision?&lt;br /&gt;gimme 1 example&lt;br /&gt;tammy. says:&lt;br /&gt;err, you can't judge distance properly.&lt;br /&gt;DeborahLor (: says:&lt;br /&gt;what causes deafness?&lt;br /&gt;tammy. says:&lt;br /&gt;example, a deer can't judge the distance between it's prey accurately?&lt;br /&gt;wait, preditor.&lt;br /&gt;not prey.&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;it's prey is grass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha tammy, its prey is grass :)&lt;br /&gt;porcupines are funny. enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2106307275046070567?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2106307275046070567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2106307275046070567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2106307275046070567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2106307275046070567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/deborahlor-says-what-happens-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-4401900918826478571</id><published>2009-10-07T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:23:28.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello world. let me be self righteous for a moment here. i know ALL of you readers have been literally dying to check in on my updates. i know, im probably the only reason why the rest of the world has a blog. because i'm cool and youre like, so not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I WAS KIDDING. haha hello :) minus the self righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, its PMR day 1 today. so far so good guys? hang in there :)&lt;br /&gt;i guess my week so far has been great. its only Wednesday so nothing has been tough so far. except for the fact that im trying to study my butt off but i cant. i feel as if im not doing enough and my grades would drop in the final exam and my mother would not be happy. yes i know, i dont study for anyone else but me but still, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hardest thing to do on earth, is waking TammyHo up. i tell you, sloths are energetic compared to her and richard. but nevermind, they dont rock as hard. lol, be proud tammy and richard, im saying nice stuff about both of you. mmf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, off to do science. twitter is getting the best of me and facebook feels like it was created for the previous generation. im sorry if that offended anyone who likes facebook. im kind of bored of it so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and pn. puteri, this will be my LAST update before the exams. no facebook notes whatsoever and probably a million more twitter updates. get twitter teacher :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-4401900918826478571?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/4401900918826478571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=4401900918826478571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4401900918826478571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4401900918826478571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-362475424852972679</id><published>2009-10-06T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:26:17.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And surely I am with you always tilll the very end of age.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 28:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find this verse very encouraging. no?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-362475424852972679?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/362475424852972679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=362475424852972679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/362475424852972679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/362475424852972679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-surely-i-am-with-you-always-tilll.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-9160761642294879883</id><published>2009-10-04T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:01:36.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay-uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that both living skills and geography will be AFTER the deepavali holidays, which leaves me with more time to study. and then, i have to bust my butt studying for both science paper 1 and 2 because puan norafizan's standards are high and the last time she set the paper, i barely got an A. mmf. off to bust my butt. thats like my new catch phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busted butt da dee dum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-9160761642294879883?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/9160761642294879883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=9160761642294879883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/9160761642294879883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/9160761642294879883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay-uh-i-just-found-out-that-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3085964282614013613</id><published>2009-10-03T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:08:08.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MA! TELL ME IF WHAT EXPIRED COFFEE TASTES LIKE AND IF ITS CARCENOGENIC OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im paranoid and i might just die in my sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3085964282614013613?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3085964282614013613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3085964282614013613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3085964282614013613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3085964282614013613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/ma-tell-me-if-what-expired-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-8539814268766977527</id><published>2009-10-03T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:17:40.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am shaking now. im not sure if its the after effects of taking caffeine or if its what happens after when youre deranged. wonderful :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh tammy, come online :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-8539814268766977527?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/8539814268766977527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=8539814268766977527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8539814268766977527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8539814268766977527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-shaking-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-5520907757824913322</id><published>2009-09-28T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:41:56.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my geography project is done. many thanks to tammy ho :)&lt;br /&gt;you know what surprised me today? the fact that i got an actual A for Chinese when i thought  I would fail yet again. okay fine! it never happened before but still, for dramatic effects. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma, its like, with this blog, there is no need for skype anymore. MY GEOGRAPHY PROJECT IS DONE. dont scold me :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5520907757824913322?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5520907757824913322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=5520907757824913322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5520907757824913322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/5520907757824913322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-geography-project-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-309655002864616861</id><published>2009-09-27T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:11:17.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take me back when our world was one block wide.</title><content type='html'>hello hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST SO YOU KNOW, i will be on a mini hiatus for the next two weeks, or until the dreaded exams are over. 2 weeks worth of studying, 7 days worth of hell. no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and bytheway, hello ma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3038097547747588320</id><published>2009-09-21T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:04:38.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmf, i just bought a sewing machine from singapore. its pink, has a lot of functions and guess what, it has step by step instructions on how to use. :) trust a person like me alone with a sewing machine and you will probably find me asleep in 5 minutes. no i was kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywayyy, i spent yesterday in my aunt's house and had seafood for dinner at this restaurant. my cousin brought along his pretty girlfriend and i have to put on weight as my aunt puts it. no i am not going to. hahh! bytheway, my cousins girlfriend is taller and wayyy thinner, so until she becomes heavier, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMG, i forgot about finals. they're like what, in 2 friggin weeks and i didnt bring any homework to revise in singapore? you know, i really dont see why the school brought the exams forward so much. its scary how time flies, dont you think? it's been like, a month since i finished my august test and now, i have to catch up with everything under the sun. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's it for now i guess. i have to leave at 6 in the morning tomorrow and i bet you, it's gonna be hell. on top of that, i had a nap this afternoon and i dont think i'll be able to sleep just yet. thank goodness i can watch grey's anatomy while i get tired. i bet it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's going back to uni next monday. wonderful :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3038097547747588320?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3038097547747588320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3038097547747588320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3038097547747588320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3038097547747588320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/mmf-i-just-bought-sewing-machine-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-193457153198717194</id><published>2009-09-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:19:55.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i dont have a picture of you at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to many more years of life and for your multiple near death experiences. cheers. thanks for all the superwoman- like things you have done and for the changes you made in my life and for the million and one times you get me pretty things :) cliche indeed, but these words do mean something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-193457153198717194?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/193457153198717194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=193457153198717194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/193457153198717194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/193457153198717194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-ma-im-sorry-i-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6824478883486241808</id><published>2009-09-19T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:14:30.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO, its my first post after being fourteen. not much difference, just a bit sleepier at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou Tammy, XinLi, Eli, Nad, KhaiYing and Mark for the birthday wishes :)&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2211884866001076588</id><published>2009-09-19T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:14:24.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its my last 2 hours of being 13. how does it feel you ask? normal. for 90 percent of today, it did not strike me that tomorrow i'll be older. you see how attractive shopping is? :) those two were totally not related but yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's fridge broke down today. 1 mooncake grew mouldy and we had to open the other 18. so basically, its mooncakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow. wish me luck, i hate mooncakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, i hate ticking clocks right at this moment because its the most obnoxious sound when its the eve of your birthday. blame me for being stupid lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2211884866001076588?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2211884866001076588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2211884866001076588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2211884866001076588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2211884866001076588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-my-last-2-hours-of-being-13.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6229261311215382010</id><published>2009-09-19T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T05:47:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SrTSpbrVPuI/AAAAAAAAAes/ey33ON8vCb8/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SrTSpbrVPuI/AAAAAAAAAes/ey33ON8vCb8/s400/twitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383159063860559586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click for a larger image.&lt;br /&gt;this just proves that people all over the world are experiencing the twitter sensation. temporary big hit. yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET TWITTER TAMMY HO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6229261311215382010?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6229261311215382010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SrTSpbrVPuI/AAAAAAAAAes/ey33ON8vCb8/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3523554448105541806</id><published>2009-09-15T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:54:12.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont mind the jonas brothers for those of you who are wondering. my dislikement for them has subsidised. if dislikement is even a word. forget nick's constipating singing at times, forget how they always wear tight pants no matter where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmf. just so you know lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3523554448105541806?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3523554448105541806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3523554448105541806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3523554448105541806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3523554448105541806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-mind-jonas-brothers-for-those-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-4158452764525052329</id><published>2009-09-15T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:08:28.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. so theres nothing much happening now. besides the fact that my geography project was due two weeks ago and my teacher has been deducting 5 marks per day i dont hand it in, nothing else seems to be making my days more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be heading off to singapore on friday to visit my mother and buy spray cheese from ntuc. remind me to go to orchard road and some fareast/ far east plaza to buy pretty shoes, okay? ughhh, i want to just fall flat on the floor with no worries but then i would just end up with a bruise on my head and the worries will come back moments after that. screwwww. WHY did the school bring forward the final examination? what are we students going to do after that? tsk, give us more time to study please? im off to analyze circles and probably cram bits and pieces of science into my large head containing a miniscule brain after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't said toodles in a while, so yeah, toodles for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-4158452764525052329?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/4158452764525052329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=4158452764525052329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4158452764525052329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4158452764525052329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6178706992848174996</id><published>2009-09-15T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:48:24.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a click on the insane button</title><content type='html'>URGHF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure i want to blog about this seeing that most of you probably wont relate to anything i am about to type here not that you even do on a normal basis, but it's somewhat, I SAID SOMEWHAT frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my current trainee english teacher is leaving, meaning not teaching us anymore after tomorrow because friday's apparently a holiday. for once, a holiday sounds bad :( eeee, WHY LA? i am not happy. so far, she's probably the only teacher i have come across that watches videos during recess before the students get into class. when some of the students do, she lets them watch bits and pieces of her video. and also, shes the only teacher who does not use the textbook to teach lessons but comes up with ideas that allows the students to express their creativity and random thoughts. although she has only been with us for a mere 3 months or less seeing that her class often gets interupted, she will be missed. i think. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHFTPTH.&lt;br /&gt;frustration kills. right now, i wish i had a sewing machine that i can use to make something nice for my phone. :( eeeeee so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. you probably wont get my dillema anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6178706992848174996?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6178706992848174996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6178706992848174996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6178706992848174996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6178706992848174996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/click-on-insane-button.html' title='a click on the insane button'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-7672630276319583881</id><published>2009-09-11T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:20:11.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stick your hand into my back pocket, light me up like a bottled rocket.</title><content type='html'>hello wonderful blog readers, imaginary and non imaginary, did you have a good day? i know i sure as heck didnt. fine i lied, it was okay, until we had to do math :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy, so im a wee bit tired, but not sleepy. fatigue i guess. so anyway, happy birthday elina :) youre old now and you remind me of the burung kakak tua song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SqpqeFGlpDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/iAGUxf-OBa0/s1600-h/deb+and+eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SqpqeFGlpDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/iAGUxf-OBa0/s400/deb+and+eli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380229769845908530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres, to many more years of me annoying you to the brink of insanity, cheers. i can see you smiling under that mask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-7672630276319583881?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/7672630276319583881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=7672630276319583881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7672630276319583881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7672630276319583881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/stick-your-hand-into-my-back-pocket.html' title='stick your hand into my back pocket, light me up like a bottled rocket.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SqpqeFGlpDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/iAGUxf-OBa0/s72-c/deb+and+eli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-8606895496532682036</id><published>2009-09-11T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T04:20:40.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XINLI DOES NOT KNOW CHINESE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;therefore im helping her. lol hahahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 464px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380164634554451858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SqovOtO8x5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/_khr6DdMlNU/s400/chinese+words.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380168031014592706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SqoyUaCJoMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3NPS5ynpDg8/s400/chinese+words+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it okay now xinli?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-8606895496532682036?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/8606895496532682036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=8606895496532682036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8606895496532682036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8606895496532682036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/xinli-does-not-know-chinese.html' title='XINLI DOES NOT KNOW CHINESE.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SqovOtO8x5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/_khr6DdMlNU/s72-c/chinese+words.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-951470669689791081</id><published>2009-09-09T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:36:23.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO, my fellow imaginary blog readers whom i imagine clicking on my link just so you can read my posts over and over again, here's an update :) like, finally, right? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, its 090909 today. nothing special. i remember last year, no one remembered 080808 in 1A and it was only until before school finished that someone blurted out the facts. oh well, was it CP? i forgot, im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeekkkk, im so fat nowwww :/&lt;br /&gt;first off, i ate too many home made gigantic cookies and finished 2 in a day. mind you, they were bigger than my hand, right tammy? ;D and then my dad decided to buy cheese crackers and you should have seen how i stuffed my face with them, pure bliss, sinful indeed. :) oh and after that, this is what you get, your weight onthe scale increasing by ONE KILOGRAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i do not really intend on publishing this post but then again, this blog is on the verge of rotting and it needs something to live for once in a while. yes, im exxagerating. its 10.30 pm on a school night and i have to bathe, study and do homework. okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i have FINALLY found the devouring of other mammals cruel after i saw this guy letting a dolphin go back into the ocean ater accidentally catching it in his  fishing net for some hsbc commercial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-951470669689791081?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-9133804377450135520</id><published>2009-09-02T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:40:20.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my interview for the editorial board english department today was an EPIC FAILURE as i did not prepare anything the night before and was reading off other people's notes 5 minutes before i got called. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmph, dont wish to talk about anything regarding my interview. dont ask about anything, not that you will because most of you dont even give a hoot that i'm blogging. ppft. i cant wait until friday, because after friday, i get 3 days of holidays. OU xinli? JOGGING tammy and richard? yes? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off now, off to complete my soon to be due history work. 75 more questions and im done. for the first time in this year, im doing homework. no more bazaar ramadhan for me, im getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-9133804377450135520?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/9133804377450135520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=9133804377450135520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/9133804377450135520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/9133804377450135520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-interview-for-editorial-board.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2653444763297229812</id><published>2009-09-01T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:19:30.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, right now, at this exact moment, i am going to tell you that i hate theorems.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, why did that genius invent such a complicating solution to math problems that are somewhat harder than the problems itself. well, i dont know about you but i am probably just stupid. this is not the time that you should agree with me. no, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh, i wrecked my brain tonight just trying to figure out how to do co-ordinates even though they're like probably the easiest topic in the whole math text book. i bet that right now, a fraction of the readers of this awesomely dead blog will have this thought popping into their head: &lt;em&gt;whats so hard about dots, axis-es and the 1st form one chapter?&lt;/em&gt; screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;editorial board interview is tomorrow. im dead tired and my brain feels like a clump of spaghetti and meatballs, a wonderful metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, signing off right about now. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLBIE CAILLAT'S FALLING FOR YOU IS SWIRLING IN MY HEAD. i blame you tammy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2653444763297229812?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2653444763297229812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2653444763297229812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2653444763297229812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2653444763297229812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-right-now-at-this-exact-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-1720720608272153048</id><published>2009-08-30T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:03:45.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO hello, people of this wonderful magical planet. notreallybutyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know/ fyi/ eyh, i tell you ah/ OI LISTEN,&lt;br /&gt;I wont be updating as much i normally do. which means zilch. hah, no, not that bad. so anyway, its due to the fact that i STILL dont have my computer because my last term exams are not over. pfft. things are getting hard :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway, i have a chine doll fringe now. i look like elina.&lt;br /&gt;kay thanks bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-1720720608272153048?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/1720720608272153048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=1720720608272153048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1720720608272153048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1720720608272153048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-hello-people-of-this-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-1206520445258760750</id><published>2009-08-27T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:24:52.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desperation calls for drastic measures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Spdp9cyN49I/AAAAAAAAAd8/QB2tt3tWHSI/s1600-h/DSCN6257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374881184709731282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Spdp9cyN49I/AAAAAAAAAd8/QB2tt3tWHSI/s400/DSCN6257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not all of the decisions i make are good. i cut my own hair and now i look like a lala. screw it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RICHARD, help :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-1206520445258760750?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/1206520445258760750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=1206520445258760750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1206520445258760750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1206520445258760750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/08/desperation-calls-for-drastic-measures.html' title='desperation calls for drastic measures'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Spdp9cyN49I/AAAAAAAAAd8/QB2tt3tWHSI/s72-c/DSCN6257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2443847086956325044</id><published>2009-08-26T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:49:10.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygoodness. the trip to singapore was pure joy. but while i was there, i gained one kilogram. i guess that is included in the joy package eh? heh, i'll try to work this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have missed out on the updates in PJ. anyone care to update this partially poluted with singapore mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In singapore, i stayed in my mothers apartment which was very near 2 shopping centres and 1 bazaar. bliss i tell you. the amount of shopping we did on Sunday will be something i wont be doing in a while. you know, its like once you've experienced singapore shopping, you dont feel like going to OU again? ugh, faithful ol' OU that served well for ages has now exited my thoughts. come back o' random thought of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have to do my homework now. tomorrow, its cupcake baking with tammy. i am not sure whats happening the day after though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2443847086956325044?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2443847086956325044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2443847086956325044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2443847086956325044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2443847086956325044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohmygoodness_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-7934062159132990708</id><published>2009-08-23T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:57:54.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mmmmfffffff :) hello world :) singapore's been great just so you know :) no i did not mean to rub it in to those who are/might turning/turn red eyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so today, i went shopping at bugis junction. ahhhh blisss :) i bought frozen honeydew yoghurt with dried cranberries, sushi and takoyaki and then went shopping. things in singapore are quite different compared to malaysia. its like, there are not many drains here and everything is within walking range. my legs have gotten their exercise they have not had for some time and my shoulders hurt. i want to go swimming but i cant. didnt bring my swimsuit :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it rained quite a bit today. we got caught on the way to bugis junction and had to buy 2 umbrellas to cross the road. anyway, here are the pictures. well, of me in new clothes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373088032075305746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpELGOrAUxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/x8o6SXJPh44/s400/DSCN5824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i bought this shirt at bossini. i like it :) and i dont care what you say about it. I WAS WEARING SHORTS. I WAS WEARING WHITE SHORTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373088037575871522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpELGjKcTCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wnPIAHN1xXg/s400/DSCN5825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my mother's bathroom provides a large mirror for me to take pictures of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373088063997388802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpELIFl0qAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/AXAw-9dzl5Q/s400/DSCN5832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hot pink and baby pink striped tanktop. ee, can see the tummy, but i still like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373088054585609154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpELHih4S8I/AAAAAAAAAdE/NLZjxOxgP1E/s400/DSCN5831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i was in tumbly mode :) hello world :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373088045590410706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpELHBBQddI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ArpO8ZWOE9Y/s400/DSCN5830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the pretty shirt that was very expensive. i feel so guilty now :( the shirt says ITS ALL ABOUT WHAT U WANT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373092285128935266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpEO9yiAh2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/DfuqiG7JgaE/s400/DSCN5837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373092279175608898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpEO9cWn-kI/AAAAAAAAAds/MwMI_nD-yAc/s400/DSCN5836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my mother got me this shirt before i came here&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373092267563124866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpEO8xF_iII/AAAAAAAAAdk/lMiEH3fFAyc/s400/DSCN5835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373092260929528354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpEO8YYa4iI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9rKgzFrOR_c/s400/DSCN5834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373092246860090098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpEO7j-ASvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/YoxFK7aEb2c/s400/DSCN5833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this shirt too :) its pink and shiny :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay, thats it. i also bought a domokun wallet thing, like nadiah's. but i cant post that picture, its taing too long to load. until tomorrow, bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-7934062159132990708?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SpELGOrAUxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/x8o6SXJPh44/s72-c/DSCN5824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3124186255664950797</id><published>2009-08-18T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:16:57.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every sky was your own kind of blue</title><content type='html'>JUST INCASE YOU WERE WONDERING, not that you do,&lt;br /&gt;my weekend went great even though i passed world stage, 6 who died was very good. in your face, you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cat gave birth on saturday in school and died on the spot right after, or not. i dont know, i was not there to witness anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was okay. i washed the church vehicle my dad took to pay a visit to his goats and earned 10 bucks. enough to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, i flunked math. i could not do most of the linear equations that i have been trying to learn for goodness knows how many months and instead, i drew a perfect parallelogram that i learnt how to draw in 10 minutes. my right cerebrum works harder than my left, screw. other than that, english and living skills went fine. not really but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, i woke up at five thirty in the morning and studied for one hour. i have form 2 malaysian history swirling in my head up until now. geography did not go as rough as expected but it wasnt a bed of roses either. arts was a plain waste of 10 minutes. i fell asleep for the rest of the time given to finish the arts paper. 50 minutes of blissful sleep. mmf :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it, i summarised my weekend and the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;quote kaeshini: WHATS A TETIKUS? she said it a &lt;em&gt;tat-ee-kas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3124186255664950797?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3124186255664950797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3124186255664950797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3124186255664950797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3124186255664950797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-sky-was-your-own-kind-of-blue.html' title='every sky was your own kind of blue'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-7444063570108620367</id><published>2009-08-13T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:04:57.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its alright, im fine.&lt;br /&gt;things are not quite right yet but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou bue :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-7444063570108620367?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-9060459980997158284</id><published>2009-08-12T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:24:00.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again.</title><content type='html'>i cant help but remember the times we had when looking at your pictures with you smiling.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-9060459980997158284?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/9060459980997158284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-6501555826350228726</id><published>2009-08-12T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:19:35.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE JUST COME TO REALIZE&lt;br /&gt;that i cant trust anybody anymore. not even the people that are close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;that everybody has their own lives to live each day and do not have all the itme in the world to care about the things i do and screw up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try my best&lt;br /&gt;to not let emotions get in the way of everyday life &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and just plaster on that fake smile&lt;/span&gt; so you can be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on, rub it in. call me an idiot for being a late bloomer for realizing this only now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try my best to not care about anything people say and take things in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-6501555826350228726?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/6501555826350228726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=6501555826350228726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6501555826350228726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/6501555826350228726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-just-come-to-realize-that-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-3562383956232160642</id><published>2009-08-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:31:05.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i just noticed i do not update this blog using my own computer anymore. this update is the courtesy of tammyho who very smartly brought her laptop to church. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTSOYOUKNOW, i got a new phone :) boastful indeed :)&lt;br /&gt;its red and its the nokia somethingiforgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, tammy wants to browse through a phone catalogue. gottago.&lt;br /&gt;kaythanksbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-3562383956232160642?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/3562383956232160642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=3562383956232160642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3562383956232160642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/3562383956232160642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-4461683979992962021</id><published>2009-08-07T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T05:03:45.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOODNESS. it has been long since i last properly updated.&lt;br /&gt;hello world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. wait. what?&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;HERES MY POINT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elina is next to me as i type these nonsensical words now. her laptop is so cool :) its mini :) its so cooooolll :) okay im obsessed. shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had breakfast for dinner today. sausages and eggs and 3 beans. yes, i count the beans. i wont be going to singapore this weekend just so you know. and my school closed because of the widely spread H1N1 disease. no, no student has caught the disease yet. the school just wants to break the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dead bored. i do want to update more. this blog, once an undeniable obsession is now more dead than limp veetables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-4461683979992962021?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/4461683979992962021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=4461683979992962021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4461683979992962021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/4461683979992962021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohmygoodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2217647509199692585</id><published>2009-07-29T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:35:50.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;did i scare you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, i bet all of you are dying to know how everything has been and why i am no longer posting as frequently as i usually do. well, not realy but yeah, i'll tell you anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been slacking, not studying, procrastinating and falling asleep on my couch. just so you know, i am gonna fail my august test. no doubts. maybe not. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, I HAVE TO GO. again. I WILL BE BLOGGING AFTER AUGUST TEST ENDS justsoyouknow :)&lt;br /&gt;okay gottago bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2217647509199692585?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2217647509199692585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2217647509199692585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2217647509199692585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2217647509199692585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo-did-i-scare-you-okay-so-i-bet-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-7858880143633540808</id><published>2009-07-17T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T04:36:12.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, i have been lying to the world.&lt;br /&gt;theres so much to say but no starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-7858880143633540808?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/7858880143633540808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=7858880143633540808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7858880143633540808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/7858880143633540808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-i-have-been-lying-to-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-928007914085979853</id><published>2009-07-17T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:55:24.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont give a damn what everyone else says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just want to free fall for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wild at heart- Gloriana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-928007914085979853?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-1432435788035385806</id><published>2009-07-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:57:34.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quote V:-&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT RICH LA, EVERYBODY HAS A POOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pppfttt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to say but youre the biggest idiot i have ever come across in my life.&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, im am not sorry, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH SCIENCE WAS FUN TODAY :)&lt;br /&gt;we got to see miss Thana, I got to redo my experiment, Hanan and Liyana got to cook an egg in a random measuring cylinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gottago bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel so fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-1432435788035385806?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/1432435788035385806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=1432435788035385806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1432435788035385806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1432435788035385806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-v-i-am-not-rich-la-everybody-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : 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NOT! its so hazy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST AN UPDATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Sl6XRKDG5JI/AAAAAAAAAck/q4YLcVnQ-Ms/s1600-h/twitter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Sl6XRKDG5JI/AAAAAAAAAck/q4YLcVnQ-Ms/s400/twitter.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358886927628428434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER :D&lt;br /&gt;twitter.com/deborahlor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-5104423501626739681?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/5104423501626739681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/Sl6XRKDG5JI/AAAAAAAAAck/q4YLcVnQ-Ms/s72-c/twitter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-8509275889679653256</id><published>2009-07-10T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:15:02.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygosh its 10 at night, i slept at 2 and woke up at 5 and i want to sleep again. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YAAAASHENNAYYYY :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;YASHENNE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my sister is so freaky i tell you! all of a sudden she has cough fits in her sleep and i cant tell if she is breathing or not. okay fine, shes doing well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i just noticed that i dont like making friends that much and i like having the ones that have been my friends for some time around? i dont socialize :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;i dont socialize well&lt;br /&gt;i dont like people who try too hard to be funny&lt;br /&gt;i dont like people who are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, i shall bite my tongue and stop here. i am off to bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I LIKE VANESSA HUDGENS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-8509275889679653256?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/8509275889679653256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=8509275889679653256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8509275889679653256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/8509275889679653256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohmygosh-its-10-at-night-i-slept-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-2932038197925975509</id><published>2009-07-08T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:53:32.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grawr.</title><content type='html'>FO SHIZZLE YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not exactly sure what that meant. truth be told, i am very sleepy now and not in the mood for 2 whole hours of science that awaits me in exactly 7 minutes. do you know, i like things in multiples of 5? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee, i feel so bad. i accidentally yelled at an unknown prefect thinking she was one of the prefects in my class :( sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grawr, the teacher's chasing the whole class out of the classroom now.&lt;br /&gt;kthanksbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2932038197925975509?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2932038197925975509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2932038197925975509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2932038197925975509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2932038197925975509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/07/grawr.html' title='grawr.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-1098413432530787374</id><published>2009-07-04T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:33:55.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first cut is the deepest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;people are people and sometimes it doesn't work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really move on, with or without you. frankly, it doesnt make a difference, im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-1098413432530787374?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/1098413432530787374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=1098413432530787374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1098413432530787374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/1098413432530787374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-cut-is-deepest.html' title='the first cut is the deepest.'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669795287816659631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gnsbwXRrhCE/SPV23c-Eh9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JLELt2I83mg/S220/all+star+converse..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202005431458840593.post-8490539449409535586</id><published>2009-07-04T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:22:46.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swizzle.</title><content type='html'>konichiwa.&lt;br /&gt;tammy ho demanded an update but frankly, i do not know what to ramble about. its 10.20 at night, im stuffed with noodles and i have 50 history questions to make up and answer. i need caffein very badly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;off to do sejarah. puan mages is a nice person and i got an A for science :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-2678900111008822182?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/2678900111008822182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=2678900111008822182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2678900111008822182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202005431458840593/posts/default/2678900111008822182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/2009/07/yowzaa.html' title='YOWZAA'/><author><name>Deborah Lor  : 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sheer fun of it. hah, i wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM IN THE MOOD FOR TONGUE BURNING SALSA :)&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the fact that you actually stooped so low just so you could that i was not up to YOUR standards makes you a bigger loser than you already are. get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202005431458840593-7334286959535834122?l=blankstatements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankstatements.blogspot.com/feeds/7334286959535834122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202005431458840593&amp;postID=7334286959535834122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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