<?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-27943369</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:07:35.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i wrote you a symphony;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;希望你会懂。&lt;br /&gt;不能在一起也没关系，至少你懂我的心，会在想你，那些回忆会永远保持甜蜜。&lt;br /&gt;不管未来你会在哪里，我都不会忘记，我爱你，你是我微笑的原因。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1448458765490896459?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1448458765490896459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1448458765490896459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1448458765490896459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1448458765490896459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-5992647414034254256</id><published>2009-05-17T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:49:27.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yest i went to pinkdot to show my support for LGBT causes.&lt;br /&gt;and to catch a glimpse of rebecca tan too.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;by the way today is the internatonal day against homophobia.&lt;br /&gt;SAY NO TO HOMOPHOBIA!&lt;br /&gt;finally got to meet tracy foo.&lt;br /&gt;it's been way too long luhh. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;home club next where everybody was just everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, congratulations to grace and linda for the success of your virgin set!&lt;br /&gt;then off to zouk for some hellos and goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;but it ended up in an after party instead.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i clubbed for such long hours please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh and please arrange the trip to BKK asap okay.&lt;br /&gt;you screwed up vages!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to club with you girls in BKK.&lt;br /&gt;we are gonna rock socks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot how you looked like last night.&lt;br /&gt;so scary.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i tried, i just can't put your face to your name.&lt;br /&gt;then it suddenly appeared, the image which i captured that day at ritz.&lt;br /&gt;it was the most beautiful because the camera captured the love you had for me then.&lt;br /&gt;and because through my eyes, and with my love, you were the most beautiful too.&lt;br /&gt;i never want it to fade away one day.&lt;br /&gt;cause i want to remember you that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-5992647414034254256?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/5992647414034254256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=5992647414034254256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/5992647414034254256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/5992647414034254256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-yest-i-went-to-pinkdot-to-show-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8250690557396665887</id><published>2009-05-16T07:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:24:35.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;but it's all done.&lt;br /&gt;my crazy runaway plan had been put into action.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if this will do me any good.&lt;br /&gt;but since you told me staying away from you will do me good.&lt;br /&gt;i will listen.&lt;br /&gt;that is as much as i can give you, my love.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i am in misery, i wish you happiness with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;i love you and that's all i know.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i really know.&lt;br /&gt;don't forget me please. keep me deep in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;anywhere. as long as you give me a little space in that cold, stone heart of yours.&lt;br /&gt;that will be good enough to last me through already.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye darling.&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's meant to be, will always find a way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8250690557396665887?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8250690557396665887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=8250690557396665887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8250690557396665887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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like a detox.&lt;br /&gt;well well, maybe africa next.&lt;br /&gt;and my cruise to alaska.&lt;br /&gt;so many to do. and so much to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday will be the first and last time i'll admit that i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;because the girl i love so much,&lt;br /&gt;she's dead and gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2685626970811054764?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2685626970811054764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2685626970811054764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2685626970811054764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2685626970811054764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-got-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-390606590398165346</id><published>2009-04-02T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:52:56.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if all works well, maybe i can get my own car by the end of next year?&lt;br /&gt;please pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-2113073135273731227</id><published>2009-02-07T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:51:52.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;now i'm sitting here in disbelief,&lt;br /&gt;at how it truly broke my heart to have to watch her leave,&lt;br /&gt;but she was torn between what she wants and what she needs,&lt;br /&gt;they say you love someone enough you gotta set them free,&lt;br /&gt;she said that was born to leave this town behind,&lt;br /&gt;knew the truth but still she looked me in the eyes and lied,&lt;br /&gt;saying its time to cut the ties,&lt;br /&gt;time to say goodbye, so she left&lt;br /&gt;but she never never left my.. never never left my mind..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2113073135273731227?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2113073135273731227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2113073135273731227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2113073135273731227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2113073135273731227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-im-sitting-here-in-disbelief-at-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-2086652240357847202</id><published>2009-01-30T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:30:10.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30 January 09&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear A,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my heart really died yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life, i slapped a girl.&lt;br /&gt;not once, but many times.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what it is that got me so angry.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, because the girl standing in front of me had changed.&lt;br /&gt;changed into someone, none of us had seen before.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it's partly my fault too.&lt;br /&gt;for 18 months, i gave in to her, i pampered her, i spoilt her.&lt;br /&gt;i created someone who has no qualms about hurting another.&lt;br /&gt;she called me a loser.&lt;br /&gt;but darling do you really think it's you saying you don't love me that hurts me the most?&lt;br /&gt;or that you've found someone new?&lt;br /&gt;no. if you ever thought so, you still don't understand me.&lt;br /&gt;what hurts the most, was you being such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;i loved you, as a lover, and even more so as a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;it took me so many months, to finally break into that gentle and thoughtful side of yours.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where it went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but, i promise you, i'll be there till the end for you still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always,&lt;br /&gt;E.Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2086652240357847202?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2086652240357847202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2086652240357847202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2086652240357847202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2086652240357847202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2009/01/30-january-09-friday-3-dear-i-think-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6359890050759217411</id><published>2009-01-22T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:07:55.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not well.&lt;br /&gt;something's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6359890050759217411?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/6359890050759217411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cos I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her best days will be some of my worst&lt;br /&gt;She finally met a man thats gonna put her first&lt;br /&gt;While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven&lt;br /&gt;Even&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;When the best part of me was always you and&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say &lt;br /&gt;When I'm all choked up and your okay and&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say bad things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;But no wise word's gonna stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving&lt;br /&gt;And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven&lt;br /&gt;Even&lt;br /&gt;No-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I gonna to do &lt;br /&gt;When the best part of me was always you and&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say &lt;br /&gt;When I'm all choked up and your okay and&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(One's still in love while the other ones leaving)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain&lt;br /&gt;You took your suitcase, I took the blame&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Cos you left me with no love&lt;br /&gt;With no love to my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cos I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break...&lt;br /&gt;No it don't break&lt;br /&gt;No it don't breakeven, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do &lt;br /&gt;When the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say &lt;br /&gt;When I'm all choked up and your okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(One's still in love while the other ones leaving)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it don't break even, no&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it don't break even, no&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it don't break even, no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6048162505237003353?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/6048162505237003353/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8731882764335724826</id><published>2009-01-16T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:32:52.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CHOSE TO LIE TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CHOSE TO FUCKING BREAK MY HEART TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, all those fucking liars who lied, GO TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;burn there.&lt;br /&gt;friends and love are all just a fucking big lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8731882764335724826?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8731882764335724826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=8731882764335724826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8731882764335724826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8731882764335724826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-900962740367222166</id><published>2009-01-12T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:17:09.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do i deal with your changed heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-900962740367222166?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/900962740367222166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=900962740367222166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/900962740367222166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/900962740367222166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-i-deal-with-your-changed-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8204427205711778252</id><published>2009-01-08T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:29:42.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, when you said you want to end things,&lt;br /&gt;i was upset and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;but i still let you have your way cause i hope it'd ease your mind.&lt;br /&gt;yet you never stopped spiting me,&lt;br /&gt;what was it you said?&lt;br /&gt;"oh, you don't want to know who i'm with now."&lt;br /&gt;when all i wanted to tell you was my mum cooked your favourite chicken soup and i kept some for you.&lt;br /&gt;well, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the naive fool again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8204427205711778252?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8204427205711778252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=8204427205711778252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8204427205711778252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8204427205711778252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-when-you-said-you-want-to-end.html' 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type='html'>i hope i can get the job.&lt;br /&gt;please oh please.&lt;br /&gt;imagine what i can do with all that money?!&lt;br /&gt;omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my life pretty much revolves around my baby these days.&lt;br /&gt;so nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;yay! we've been together for 17 months already!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is really boring now.&lt;br /&gt;but i like it like that.&lt;br /&gt;please i wanna keep it this way.&lt;br /&gt;baby don't go. ):&lt;br /&gt;i want you to stay and spend all my money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sending roses and your silly dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really just a waste of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because she's mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1074282711866725310?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-5809918045606304657</id><published>2008-09-11T04:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:37:17.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i came across this quote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying man couldn't make up his mind which place to go to -- both have their advantages, "heaven for climate, hell for company!"&lt;br /&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely for hell then.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-5809918045606304657?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/5809918045606304657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>okay i'm really getting sick of bumming around already.&lt;br /&gt;time to look for a job!&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i need lots of money to buy expensive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;for myself.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and my baby too luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody hiring?&lt;br /&gt;i'll be hardworking!&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;2.5-3k/mth&lt;br /&gt;i'm yours immediately! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1141149036998151117?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1141149036998151117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1141149036998151117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1141149036998151117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1141149036998151117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-im-really-getting-sick-of-bumming.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-4291006896112104520</id><published>2008-08-24T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:53:11.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm a fartbomb.&lt;br /&gt;i keep releasing really smelly farts.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no!&lt;br /&gt;the olympics is gonna end tml.&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do now?&lt;br /&gt;that's my entertainment while bumming around.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my girl.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt i'll get to see her tml.&lt;br /&gt;HOW??!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;together we'll be the perfect soulmates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-4291006896112104520?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/4291006896112104520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=4291006896112104520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/4291006896112104520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/4291006896112104520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-im-fartbomb.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6735489047557769523</id><published>2008-08-05T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T03:19:49.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3FyrJGPyRn"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3FyrJGPyRn" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;anju&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;with all my love.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pehli nazar mein kaisa jaadu kar diya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tera ban baitha hai mera jiyaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jaane kya hoga, kya hoga kya pataa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iss pal ko mil ke aa jee lein zaraa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;main hun yahaan, tu hai yahaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;meri baahon mein aa, aa bhi jaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o jaanejaa, dono jahaan, meri baahon mein aa, bhool ja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o jaanejaa, dono jahaan, meri baahon mein aa, bhool ja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby i love you&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby i love you, so…&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, i love you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you so…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can, i'll sing this song to you over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess you're the only one who understands the beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my silly girl,&lt;br /&gt;it was magic right from the first gaze.&lt;br /&gt;and the magic that made my heart yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;i love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6735489047557769523?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/6735489047557769523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=6735489047557769523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6735489047557769523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;after that,&lt;br /&gt;i am a graduate already okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to study now.&lt;br /&gt;so i can really graduate finally.&lt;br /&gt;heeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-740401383068672923?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/740401383068672923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=740401383068672923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/740401383068672923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/740401383068672923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay-happy-13th-month-baby-d-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-4868479001766516056</id><published>2008-07-04T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:42:46.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boarding the plane soon!&lt;br /&gt;and then it'd be off to bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it will be a fruitful trip.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;although i'll only be gone for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;please do keep my babygirl accompany.&lt;br /&gt;she's already complaining bout being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, love you sugar pie.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-4868479001766516056?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/4868479001766516056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=4868479001766516056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/4868479001766516056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/4868479001766516056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2008/07/boarding-plane-soon-and-then-itd-be-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8596013199013070333</id><published>2008-06-30T04:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:57:48.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;SPAIN WON!&lt;br /&gt;OLE OLE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so exciting especially at the end.&lt;br /&gt;could have been more goals from spain man.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for torres's goal!&lt;br /&gt;he played really hard.&lt;br /&gt;but a pity my favourite silva was substituted.&lt;br /&gt;check out his attitude against podolski man!&lt;br /&gt;the headbutt!&lt;br /&gt;love it!&lt;br /&gt;ramos was brilliant too.&lt;br /&gt;along with the remarkable senna.&lt;br /&gt;of course, there's casillas the saint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh! spain was just good luhh.&lt;br /&gt;my favourite ever since the group game against russia! :D&lt;br /&gt;somemore they are all such young players!&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely looking forward to them play in the world cup in 2010!&lt;br /&gt;okay they just lifted the trophy and i'm feeling happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;gotta wake up in time to meet my baby tml.&lt;br /&gt;going bangkok for a short shopping trip coming friday.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss my baby man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-evam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8596013199013070333?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8596013199013070333/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8576924719508039153</id><published>2008-06-23T05:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:48:34.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't wait to call my baby when she's awake.&lt;br /&gt;she was spot on on the predictions for the match between spain and italy!&lt;br /&gt;for a soccer-idiot, she's quite a genius with her random guesses.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh..!!&lt;br /&gt;i need to ask her for tips on the next match already.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can really win some money.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they say absence makes the heart fonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in romania, they say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;absence sharpens love, but presence strengthens it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of sight, out of mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd rather you be here always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8576924719508039153?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8576924719508039153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=8576924719508039153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8576924719508039153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8576924719508039153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-wait-to-call-my-baby-when-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-2067758233680192841</id><published>2008-06-22T05:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T05:26:36.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;happy 1 year babygirl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had been a fantastic one spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;and there will be many more years to come.&lt;br /&gt;till we're old and wrinkly and toothless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i promise to love you the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been clubbing for the past 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;lots of pics.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my girl like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;she has been such a darling.&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna be easy sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and she was talking to me just now using the yahoo messenger call function!&lt;br /&gt;her voice was that of a sexy robot.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm mourning for the netherlands now.&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN IT BE?!&lt;br /&gt;sighs. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heading home now.&lt;br /&gt;out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aap ki khatir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2067758233680192841?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-4579298190934763971</id><published>2008-05-14T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:51:22.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I believe in memories &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They look so, so pretty when I sleep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey now, and when, and when I wake up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look so pretty sleeping next to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there is not enough time, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there is no, no song I could sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there is no combination of words I could say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will still tell you one thing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're better together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-4579298190934763971?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/4579298190934763971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=4579298190934763971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/4579298190934763971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/4579298190934763971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-believe-in-memories-they-look-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7741559057632524526</id><published>2008-05-09T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T04:19:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>从今天开始我决定用华文来写我的博克。&lt;br /&gt;安朱孤荣就看不懂我写什么！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上个星期三，我和kellyn 还有isabel 到“音乐部”去。&lt;br /&gt;是他妈的挤咯！&lt;br /&gt;我们喝了很多的酒，可是我没有醉！&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我们到“滚熟房间”。&lt;br /&gt;都没有播放任何旧式音乐！&lt;br /&gt;欺骗我的感情。&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我老了，很容易感觉到累和闷。):&lt;br /&gt;改天再上载照片！耐心的等吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过几天就是尼克的生日！&lt;br /&gt;祝你19岁生日快乐(:&lt;br /&gt;福如东海，寿比南山！&lt;br /&gt;okay. 错了，应该是给老人家的。&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的华文真的退步了。&lt;br /&gt;哎哟！真糟糕！&lt;br /&gt;看起来好像语无伦次。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好了，我要去睡觉了！&lt;br /&gt;明天要早起去看牙医。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好想念我亲爱的。hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7741559057632524526?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7741559057632524526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=7741559057632524526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7741559057632524526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7741559057632524526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2008/05/kellyn-isabel-d-19-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6978646579196367408</id><published>2008-04-25T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:29:58.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now, i'm trying very hard to type my part for this bloody report.&lt;br /&gt;it's in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't even begin to describe how excruciating it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;i need a English-Chinese dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more papers to go and that will mark the end of exams.&lt;br /&gt;after special sem, (if nothing bad happens), i'll be an official graduate of NTU.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i need to start typing my CV and resume and apply for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be rich!&lt;br /&gt;okay that will be hard, considering that i've spent my money away even before i receive it.&lt;br /&gt;yahh.&lt;br /&gt;my GST rebate is spent and gone already.&lt;br /&gt;die luhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my B is suffering from hormone fluctuations.&lt;br /&gt;this spells J-I-A-L-A-T!&lt;br /&gt;kidding luhh.&lt;br /&gt;she's actually, erm, quite lovable despite her mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;heh. love you darling.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next wednesday, my exams will end.&lt;br /&gt;so kellyn wong, please get your blue dress ready.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6978646579196367408?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8443637580416669646</id><published>2008-04-23T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:40:32.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on my way home today, i sat beside this guy in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;we had the same look of desperation on.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's how life is.&lt;br /&gt;humour admist the helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;play dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8443637580416669646?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8443637580416669646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm going to morph into a dinosaur soon.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never meet another girl as crazy as mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7071419949811569717?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7071419949811569717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=7071419949811569717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7071419949811569717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7071419949811569717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-im-going-to-morph-into-dinosaur.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1795905372432324458</id><published>2008-04-05T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:22:57.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got depressed friends now.&lt;br /&gt;and i've no idea how to console people with broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;cause some time ago, i was trying to heal too.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, i never knew when the next one's coming.&lt;br /&gt;you just keep hoping and praying, and have a tiny bit of faith to keep you hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;just convince yourself good times will come.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrid B horrid B.&lt;br /&gt;she's gg out tml with ___ tml.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...!!&lt;br /&gt;let's see what she'll do to make it up to me.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, FYP is done and submitted!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;2 more presentations and 3 more assignments to go.&lt;br /&gt;then it's exams.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to party lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1795905372432324458?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1795905372432324458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>how do i not think?&lt;br /&gt;some day, you'll marry somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;be somebody else's wife.&lt;br /&gt;have somebody else's kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me.&lt;br /&gt;how do i not think when somebody else is living my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3806082618366292201?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/3806082618366292201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=3806082618366292201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3806082618366292201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(:&lt;br /&gt;and congrats.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby's away in Nepal and i'm miserable w/o her. ):&lt;br /&gt;hurry home darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whispers hello i miss you quite terribly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3691832497146095337?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/3691832497146095337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=3691832497146095337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3691832497146095337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3691832497146095337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7409731296975737304</id><published>2008-02-02T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:41:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my baby wants to see me play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;so we're gonna wake up early tml and head down to HSS for a match.&lt;br /&gt;nothing's better than watching you and mummy sitting down and baking stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;although the 2 of you shouldn't be bitching bout me, in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might really die without you for a day.&lt;br /&gt;what more, a month?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stolen kisses are the sweetest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7409731296975737304?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7409731296975737304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=7409731296975737304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7409731296975737304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway lil' gay is looking more gay than ever.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad that kid is happy now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have another day till the new year comes.&lt;br /&gt;better not waste anymore time.&lt;br /&gt;ciao people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3250308267358210377?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/3250308267358210377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=3250308267358210377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3250308267358210377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3250308267358210377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-going-to-take-shower-and-then-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7494454757759274041</id><published>2007-12-23T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T03:06:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my adorable girl is snoring into the phone currently.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;it has been a great 4 days and 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i applaud all you desperate people for your futile "wanna dance" or "hot chocolate" attempts in trying to win her heart.&lt;br /&gt;but my baby's mine.&lt;br /&gt;don't even think of coming close.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having ridiculous and bad dreams these days.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they go away.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you and me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're nothing less than perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7494454757759274041?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7494454757759274041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=7494454757759274041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i think it's really beautiful please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play on thurs night.&lt;br /&gt;finally saw my turtle after so long.&lt;br /&gt;she's a half-baldie. (:&lt;br /&gt;yay! it's gonna be herstory this coming thurs.&lt;br /&gt;it's be best if my girl can have her "camp" successfully.&lt;br /&gt;i hope nobody that will ruin my mood is going.&lt;br /&gt;Zouk has no back door yahh.&lt;br /&gt;drinking at dbl o first anybody??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel horrible when there's nothing i can do to help you.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can buy your freedom over so you can be happy.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry i can't always get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;i have my limits but my love has none.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it's enough to pull us through.&lt;br /&gt;i love you, babygirl. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i won't go home without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1828728485741604742?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1828728485741604742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1828728485741604742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1828728485741604742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1828728485741604742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/12/daddy-is-away-at-norway-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6679929122431233200</id><published>2007-11-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:08:51.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday night was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;all my favourite clubbers turned up in the end!&lt;br /&gt;such a sweet surprise please. (:&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i enjoy clubbing with them the most. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/R07TcHdLDBI/AAAAAAAAACk/MekSH2O9W8s/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138276704867519506" style="CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/R07TcHdLDBI/AAAAAAAAACk/MekSH2O9W8s/s320/DSC00161.JPG" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention i heard all my favourite mambo songs!&lt;br /&gt;plus all the free drinks i had. :D&lt;br /&gt;so zouk closed at 430.&lt;br /&gt;but isabel decided that she did not have enough fun yet.&lt;br /&gt;so we went down to dragonfly at powerhouse.&lt;br /&gt;and had free martell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part of the night?&lt;br /&gt;my baby girl actually came down to pick me up from to powerhouse when it closed!&lt;br /&gt;gosh! i was on a high from all the alcohol and her sweetness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my place after getting some breakfast from mac.&lt;br /&gt;she watched this baseball anime while i slept.&lt;br /&gt;and she ignored me cause she was so into the show.&lt;br /&gt;so much for someone who doesn't like animes luhh. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;but i still love her loads please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine. and only mine to hold. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6679929122431233200?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/6679929122431233200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=6679929122431233200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6679929122431233200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6679929122431233200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-night-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/R07TcHdLDBI/AAAAAAAAACk/MekSH2O9W8s/s72-c/DSC00161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8772817374237473866</id><published>2007-11-27T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:42:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my exams finally ended. &lt;br /&gt;i've got plenty to do.&lt;br /&gt;at least for tml. (:&lt;br /&gt;it's MAMBO night everybody!&lt;br /&gt;do some actions with your hands and twist and turn yo!&lt;br /&gt;too bad chow is still having exams.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till it's the 4 of us again.&lt;br /&gt;back to the good ol' times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to meet up with lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;NYE.&lt;br /&gt;my slim turtle and wormy(:&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the humans! i thought we were gonna have a pig feast? we said it since last year luhh. how god damn long is it already?&lt;br /&gt;sijia the shorty when she comes back from melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;jess's coming back from UK.&lt;br /&gt;don't know bout love. but i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;yes and grace the queen.&lt;br /&gt;and my darling darling tracy FOO!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll go back to hall for some trainings if i'm that bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of getting a temp job so i can feed my girl better.&lt;br /&gt;(speaking of which, i think she fell asleep without calling me. how horrible! i miss her so. and to digress for a tiny bit, she came down to boon lay to surprise me! so much loving!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to club like there's no tml for a month.&lt;br /&gt;night cycling when i'm not clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;mahjong when i'm not cycling or clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;read good books when i'm not doing any of the above 3.&lt;br /&gt;also, i shall complete the 180 sudoku puzzles left by the end of dec.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i'll teach myself how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;fish a little and watch animes alot.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, my babygirl gets all the priority and my time yahh. (:&lt;br /&gt;she's the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8772817374237473866?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8772817374237473866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=8772817374237473866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8772817374237473866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8772817374237473866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-exams-finally-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7430447507388004285</id><published>2007-11-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:00:21.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been studying hard these days for my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;with nique, soo, tiffy and kae.&lt;br /&gt;we even had a chalet to study please.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, didn't complete much in the end.&lt;br /&gt;now i can't wait to party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bloody period of the month has come.&lt;br /&gt;same day as my baby!&lt;br /&gt;now we are truly lovers.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i mean if i can even make her menses settle down and come regularly,&lt;br /&gt;it says alot doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we caught enchanted on sat night.&lt;br /&gt;it's a pleasant and sweet show.&lt;br /&gt;plenty of funny scenes too. &lt;br /&gt;"i've been dreaming of a true love's kiss..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i've found mine.&lt;br /&gt;and now it's happily ever after and to spend a life in endless bliss.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;it's true we do have bad times now and then.&lt;br /&gt;but she still melts me everytime with her smile so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;it somehow erased all the bad times we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;and i believe it's enough to pull me through anything that comes along.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so glad to have found you.&lt;br /&gt;the saccharine i need to make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you were made to finish my duet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7430447507388004285?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7430447507388004285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=7430447507388004285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7430447507388004285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7430447507388004285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-studying-hard-these-days-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-9186758095140494887</id><published>2007-11-19T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:25:39.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got one last paper and i'll be free!!!&lt;br /&gt;for awhile at least.. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite obsessed with sudoku now.&lt;br /&gt;heh. intellectual games yahh.&lt;br /&gt;stimulate my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wensi's 21st birthday yest!&lt;br /&gt;i hope she had fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/R0BxH3dLDAI/AAAAAAAAACc/0Jm6ZkX1DU0/s1600-h/DSC08629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134227955161697282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/R0BxH3dLDAI/AAAAAAAAACc/0Jm6ZkX1DU0/s320/DSC08629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 21ST! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby today.&lt;br /&gt;we both overslept.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go tanning.&lt;br /&gt;but she was hungry so we went to eat first.&lt;br /&gt;then she felt like watching movie so we caught bratz.&lt;br /&gt;when we finally decided to get our butts over to the swimming complex to tan, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;so we just stayed at popular bookstore reading books on palmistry, chinese zodiac and baby names. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to cheryl's birthday chalet later in the night.&lt;br /&gt;usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;there's like so many birthdays going on luhh.&lt;br /&gt;baby said my friends don't behave like their age.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha! we are all young at heart yo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to speak to my darling girl now.&lt;br /&gt;she needs more pampering yahh. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, questions:&lt;br /&gt;(i)  what colour is spiderman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii) man tou and char siew pao went to watch a movie together. halfway through the movie, char siew pao started crying but man tou did not. why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-9186758095140494887?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/9186758095140494887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=9186758095140494887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/9186758095140494887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/9186758095140494887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-got-one-last-paper-and-ill-be-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/R0BxH3dLDAI/AAAAAAAAACc/0Jm6ZkX1DU0/s72-c/DSC08629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-3601574760351615744</id><published>2007-11-13T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:06:23.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>horrible baby deleted whatever i recorded for her.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it felt really blissful today.&lt;br /&gt;baby looked like a secondary school kid.&lt;br /&gt;wearing her pink crocs and sports attire and carrying a backpack.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a funny dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, i'm not at discretion to disclose what it is about.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;i miss her so much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhhs..!!&lt;br /&gt;thurs is my first paper.&lt;br /&gt;and i've yet to touch any stuff on it.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm not feeling the urgency.&lt;br /&gt;okay i need an A for it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna wash my hair now.&lt;br /&gt;my scalp is itchy for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;and then i'm gonna mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;won't you say yes to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3601574760351615744?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/3601574760351615744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=3601574760351615744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3601574760351615744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3601574760351615744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/11/horrible-baby-deleted-whatever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-2590395274049069442</id><published>2007-11-09T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:27:30.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm currently at mac studying.&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhhs...!!&lt;br /&gt;boring shit.&lt;br /&gt;baby is not replying me at all.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;i bet she's still mad over me sleeping while she called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was really sweet yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;gave me a surprise visit after her work ended.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really can't wait till exams end.&lt;br /&gt;then it will be partying all the way!&lt;br /&gt;steffy bitch please keep yourself available for mambo alright!&lt;br /&gt;and cheer up yo.&lt;br /&gt;same to my darling friend nique.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to meet up with all my friends that i haven't seen for ages!&lt;br /&gt;and i need more cash.&lt;br /&gt;more birthdays coming up.&lt;br /&gt;ohshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to my notes and books.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;until the end of time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2590395274049069442?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2590395274049069442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2590395274049069442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2590395274049069442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2590395274049069442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-currently-at-mac-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7886065846826965379</id><published>2007-11-07T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:17:19.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is really slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my darling friends for the 21st celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a memorable one despite all the nonsense earlier on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- big smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life is back on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got my heart mended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can finally watch RA movies legally!&lt;br /&gt;:D wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and baby i promise from now till forever;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anytime you want, i'll be there so you'd not have to miss me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each time your phone rings, it will be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each night i'll call and talk to you like we always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll hold you to sleep, listen to you fall asleep so you'd never have to toss and turn in your bed anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not a single moment i'll let you out of my mind and my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll keep you safe and wipe away all your tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/RzHjfQWPYqI/AAAAAAAAACU/cplmM-p-CoU/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130131576655405730" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="270" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/RzHjfQWPYqI/AAAAAAAAACU/cplmM-p-CoU/s320/DSC00082.JPG" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll make the great escape.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- evan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7886065846826965379?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7886065846826965379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=7886065846826965379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7886065846826965379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7886065846826965379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-really-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/RzHjfQWPYqI/AAAAAAAAACU/cplmM-p-CoU/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7091702966007285468</id><published>2007-10-27T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:52:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not going out anytime soon cause i think my boobs are obscenely huge these days.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7091702966007285468?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7091702966007285468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=7091702966007285468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7091702966007285468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7091702966007285468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-not-going-out-anytime-soon-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-2696795691846810633</id><published>2007-10-25T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T03:37:35.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bright cold silver moon&lt;br /&gt;Tonight alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;You were here just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Slight turn of a head&lt;br /&gt;Eyes down when you said&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need my life to change&lt;br /&gt;Seems like some thing's just aren't the same&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll need a little more luck than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Cos everytime I get stuck the words won't fit&lt;br /&gt;And every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a little good luck to get me by&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a little more help than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Like a perfect one word no one's heard yet&lt;br /&gt;Cos every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a little good luck to get me by this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm staring up at the stars&lt;br /&gt;I wonder just where you are&lt;br /&gt;You feel a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;Or something I never did&lt;br /&gt;Or was I always in the way&lt;br /&gt;Could someone tell me what to say&lt;br /&gt;To just make you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll need a little more luck than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Cos everytime I get stuck the words won't fit&lt;br /&gt;And every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a little good luck to get me by&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a little more help than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Like a perfect one word no one's heard yet&lt;br /&gt;Cos every time that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a little good luck to get me by this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be here again&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground&lt;br /&gt;So we never fall down again&lt;br /&gt;And what it takes, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it, I swear&lt;br /&gt;We could help each other off the ground&lt;br /&gt;So we never fall down again, again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tongue tied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2696795691846810633?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2696795691846810633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2696795691846810633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i had to reply, "she broke up with me last night.", like it doesn't matter at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you my dear friends for coming down.&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate the effort alot.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;but i think i need to deal with this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;so yeap, i'll contact you guys when i feel fine enough yeah.&lt;br /&gt;for now, i have sufficient presentations and assignments to get me thru.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still eating, sleeping and shitting normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and curse you!&lt;br /&gt;BIG, SMELLY and BAD-BREATHED indian girl.&lt;br /&gt;i won't let it go like this.&lt;br /&gt;i have been showing you enough patience.&lt;br /&gt;but you pushed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt; indianfucker &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's just a curse that i can't break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make it go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make it go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1520076693323025657?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1520076693323025657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1520076693323025657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1520076693323025657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1520076693323025657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO DO ANYTHING RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, JUST FUCK IT!&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/27943369-5414418645420558231?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/5414418645420558231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=5414418645420558231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/5414418645420558231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/5414418645420558231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/10/fuck-man-i-just-cant-seem-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7652443299091268612</id><published>2007-10-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:40:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i just cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry my dear friends for not spending time with all of you recently.&lt;br /&gt;school has been a chore.&lt;br /&gt;and right now, i think i want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not planning any birthday celebration for my 21st.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to be such a wet blanket.&lt;br /&gt;but i need to find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;i'm keeping all of you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;evan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7652443299091268612?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7652443299091268612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=7652443299091268612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7652443299091268612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7652443299091268612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-i-just-cease-to-exist.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-4973399588364838900</id><published>2007-10-21T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:55:59.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there you go again.&lt;br /&gt;other than making the choice of being with you.&lt;br /&gt;i had none other in this r/s.&lt;br /&gt;not even when it ends.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've never met anyone as pathetic as i am.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just made it to the joke of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-4973399588364838900?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/4973399588364838900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=4973399588364838900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/4973399588364838900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/4973399588364838900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-you-go-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1052588036427355679</id><published>2007-10-21T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:09:46.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired into the depth of my bones.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can sleep it all away.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i told you once.&lt;br /&gt;i won't tell you twice.&lt;br /&gt;it's really up to you whether you'll listen or not.&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;the point is you won't change.&lt;br /&gt;so it's up to me whether i can deal with it time and again.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to think.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to wear myself out again.&lt;br /&gt;yet i can't bring myself to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to think.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1052588036427355679?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1052588036427355679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1052588036427355679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1052588036427355679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1052588036427355679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-tired-into-depth-of-my-bones.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1484461670038385451</id><published>2007-10-19T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:06:59.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this special girl just one day.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have any sweet words to say.&lt;br /&gt;but i can feel her love anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and i may not have the right words to say.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope she will feel my love anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just can't breathe, till you're resting here with me.&lt;br /&gt;come home soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1484461670038385451?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-2242671178955111602</id><published>2007-10-10T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:27:23.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; girlfriend is going to club!&lt;br /&gt;she's leaving me all alone at home, feeling sulky and sick.&lt;br /&gt;euks.&lt;br /&gt;oh i guess i'd better remind her to bring a wok as a shield to protect her ass.&lt;br /&gt;tsk! that terrible drunkard.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2242671178955111602?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2242671178955111602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2242671178955111602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2242671178955111602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2242671178955111602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-horrible-girlfriend-is-going-to-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-5112248625423638293</id><published>2007-09-24T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:44:22.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're the most irresponsible and selfish person i've come across in these few years.&lt;br /&gt;throw in demanding too.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;hands down. &lt;br /&gt;it's always a case of "i want".&lt;br /&gt;not "i need because...".&lt;br /&gt;without any logical explanations or reasons.&lt;br /&gt;if you think i'm the giving person.&lt;br /&gt;sorry but i'm not. &lt;br /&gt;far from it, i don't take bullshit like i used to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;patience is one thing.&lt;br /&gt;irrational behaviour is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your over-dramatic ruse is taking too much out of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7750147235151136221</id><published>2007-09-24T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T04:10:06.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up to shit and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;i cycled around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;just taking whichever turn i felt like.&lt;br /&gt;i ate myself silly.&lt;br /&gt;and felt bloated and wanting to puke.&lt;br /&gt;i lie in bed wishing you're here.&lt;br /&gt;and feeling sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;i still have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it really a trait or a ruse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-392161512973930748</id><published>2007-09-17T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:33:14.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so here i am sitting at the McDonald's at KK hospital.&lt;br /&gt;my mum was at home and i pretended i'm going to school.&lt;br /&gt;which was damn stupid cause now i've to sit outside and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently waiting for my gorgeous girlfriend to have her dinner break so that i can catch a glimpse of her.&lt;br /&gt;i caught one just now.&lt;br /&gt;when i went up to find her.&lt;br /&gt;and holy crap! i stepped on some white puke/foam-like thinggy on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;euks! it's really disgusting please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw one bunch of trainee nurses walked pass mac.&lt;br /&gt;but NO girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;-pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see.&lt;br /&gt;went to herstory party at Zouk on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;my horrible girl didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;but she turned up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;you're such a love, sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;'cept when you turn into iBlabber.&lt;br /&gt;it's really quite hard to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday we went to kellyn wong's birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;happy 21st, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;may you grow old and all wrinkled in the arms of your peugeot guy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;after all the rushing around, we arrived at the party in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;food, pool, mahjong, booze and music.&lt;br /&gt;we got high on pears.&lt;br /&gt;which baby and char hated alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to MoS then Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;char's friend signed us in.&lt;br /&gt;yay! &lt;br /&gt;so it was more pears and henessy.&lt;br /&gt;i was really tipsy and my girlfriend saw me puke for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;music at Phuture was really good.&lt;br /&gt;great time. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dearest baby,&lt;br /&gt;i still have no idea why you sobbed like a mad chicken at Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;so please tell me soon okay.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if you blabber non-stop and turn me into a depressive, cranky creature.&lt;br /&gt;but it's your hands i want to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; the whites of my eyes turn the red of a heartache watching you cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-392161512973930748?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/392161512973930748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ancient Geek God says:&lt;br /&gt;burning midnight oil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;rushing my assignment eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;deadline coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ancient Geek God says:&lt;br /&gt;haha keep the flame burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;the oil is running out man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ancient Geek God says:&lt;br /&gt;use wax&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Geek God says:&lt;br /&gt;or invade iraq :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha that will require more effort as compared to completing my assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll just stick to being a student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ancient Geek God says:&lt;br /&gt;yes, see I just made you realise your objectives, get your ass back to work :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's me and my supervisor at maestro guitars talking on msn.&lt;br /&gt;i swear he's a damn witty guy to chat with.&lt;br /&gt;i really do admire his brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3416204933569958108?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/3416204933569958108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>caught ratatouille today.&lt;br /&gt;i applaud it for trying to convince people that they can be somebody.&lt;br /&gt;but i still think rats are disgusting and dirty things!&lt;br /&gt;euks!&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smell funny now.&lt;br /&gt;from walking through the alleys and streets of little india.&lt;br /&gt;then taking bus 65 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad heahache.&lt;br /&gt;could be the tremors from the earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herstory party tml!&lt;br /&gt;but i need to finish up my BM212 assignment first.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhs..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;behind every successful man is a woman rolling eyes at him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7943429649552708265?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1397359132568168830</id><published>2007-09-12T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:32:02.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HSS811 quiz was quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;i think my efforts paid off.&lt;br /&gt;but WTH. i travelled to school for a 25 mins MCQ quiz.&lt;br /&gt;sighs. &lt;br /&gt;why?! why is my school in boon lay?&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway met baby at jurong east.&lt;br /&gt;there's really nothing to do there.&lt;br /&gt;so we took a long bus ride to serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend got quite high and cranky.&lt;br /&gt;she thought brooms were dragonboat paddles.&lt;br /&gt;and she kept singing national day songs with the lyrics all mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's suffering a severe case of lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, she's adorable luhh!&lt;br /&gt;and i want to keep her in a fish tank so i can see her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;and exhibit her to everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/meshuggener/tankie.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BABY in a fish tank!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna give her cockles' shells as bra instead.&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love luhh, hurhur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1397359132568168830?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1397359132568168830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1397359132568168830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1397359132568168830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1397359132568168830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/09/hss811-quiz-was-quite-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-9012035760316421715</id><published>2007-09-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:46:36.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my horrible girlfriend ran out of my house while i was showering cause i hurt her damn bad. her heart ached so she had to escape. and guess where she went? to bendemeer to eat char siew pau and chicken pau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;isn't she adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't that nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;i went around my neighbourhood looking for her but gave up eventually and bought KFC home to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly baby, i love you loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-9012035760316421715?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/9012035760316421715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=9012035760316421715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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background yet.&lt;br /&gt;it shall be temporary, so yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad we went.&lt;br /&gt;the crowd was wooohooo~&lt;br /&gt;maybe because they were mostly friends.&lt;br /&gt;slept over at vonn's place after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby skipped work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;so horrible luhh.&lt;br /&gt;she was supposed to pay it back today.&lt;br /&gt;but nope, she didn't go again.&lt;br /&gt;we chilled at my pad.&lt;br /&gt;playing monopoly with my family, watching Sex and the City and playing bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's coming over again tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;but strictly studying.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a quiz coming up on tues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kellyn wong's birthday party next saturday!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;KELLYN WONG MUST DIE 2 shall continue this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/meshuggener/babyandi.jpg" width="150"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think, my life has been perfect ever since the day i met you. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2018511678754699834?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2018511678754699834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2018511678754699834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2018511678754699834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2018511678754699834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahahaha-new-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1082674493282601354</id><published>2007-09-05T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:55:56.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;and most prob my theme is eva longeri(or howevere u spell her name) from depserate housewife u know who she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;yahh she's just hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;okays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;how can you make her your theme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;you're nowhere near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;hurhur HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;of cu zi can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh u must also abide by it leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok lah i will confirm theme with u soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;just don't give me some crap can already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;hannahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;my theme was actually ah beng ah lian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;den some pple strongly protested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;you can change to drag queens/kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;or trannys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;you'll suit that. just appear as you are what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck u lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh well. just a suggestion. don't need to react so strongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;vages&gt;my scream got lost in a paper cup. says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;vages&gt; kellyn. says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1082674493282601354?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1082674493282601354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1082674493282601354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1082674493282601354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1082674493282601354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/09/kellyn.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-3641836878691759933</id><published>2007-09-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:38:37.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;you know i do.&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't understand why you can't let lying bones rest.&lt;br /&gt;why dig it all up when it's gonna be a sensitive issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every time you think you know the answer to a question, you discover that the question makes no sense...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3641836878691759933?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/3641836878691759933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=3641836878691759933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3641836878691759933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3641836878691759933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1401331461796206172</id><published>2007-09-04T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T02:54:53.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i have a really fabulous girlfriend alright.&lt;br /&gt;she told she hates saying goodbye to me.&lt;br /&gt;oh well darling, the same goes for me.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not like we won't see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm at your beck and call yeah.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite that, she just made me mark "R" as my most hated letter in the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;go ask her why.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but baby, you know i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;she was so sweet to bring a copy of MAXIM because it featured rebecca tan inside!&lt;br /&gt;gahhhs..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched 1408.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept my eyes opened for most of the show.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, i'm gonna have dinner with grace and pig!&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;it's been eons since i've seen pig okay.&lt;br /&gt;she disappeared into the humongous population of china last year.&lt;br /&gt;and i never see her ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather random, but,&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to declare the rest of the week a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i really love apples and snickers.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hooked onto SATC.&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm looking for more recipes so i can cook a decent meal for my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you'd better call and say you love me when you read this!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;or else, i'll cook you instead!&lt;br /&gt;okay kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'm a vegetarian cause i hate plants."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1401331461796206172?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1401331461796206172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1401331461796206172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1401331461796206172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1401331461796206172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-i-have-really-fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-4080504736941700737</id><published>2007-09-01T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T16:34:49.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i went to zouk on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;but my baby got drunk like a dead cat.&lt;br /&gt;she was lying and puking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i had to drag her home.&lt;br /&gt;yes, literally drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a bloody nose cause my pimple popped.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday we went to PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;B's friend provided us free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw my tiny lil' TURTLE.&lt;br /&gt;who happily hooked up with her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;such a bad creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had steamboat yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i didn't have enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;and the cockles made me shit horribly this morning.&lt;br /&gt;euks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently having a war with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm holing up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, i think the mind cafe is a fun place to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;so let's go back soon alright.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go back to watching Sex And The City.&lt;br /&gt;it's the perfect way to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i miss you so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;-sniffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this just can't be summer love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8271159460198037540</id><published>2007-08-20T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:47:38.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A powerful wizard, who wanted to destroy an entire kingdom, placed a magic potion in the well from which all the inhabitants drank. Whoever drank that water would go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning, the whole population drank from the well and they all went mad, apart from the king and his family, who had a well set aside for them alone, and which the magician had not managed to poison. The king was worried and tried to control the population by issuing a series of edicts governing security and public health. The policemen and the inspectors, however, had also drunk the poisoned water and they thought the king's decisions were absurd and resolved to take no notice of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the inhabitants of the kingdom heard these decrees, they became convinced that the king had gone mad and was now giving nonsensical orders. They marched on the castle and called for his abdication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In despair, the king prepared to step down from the throne, but the queen stopped him, saying: "Let us go and drink from the communal well. Then, we will be the same as them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was what they did: the king and the queen drank the water of madness and immediately began talking nonsense. Their subjects repented at once; now that the king was displaying such wisdom, why not allow him to continue ruling the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country continued to live in peace, although its inhabitants behaved very differently from those of its neighbours. And the king was able to govern until the end of his days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8271159460198037540?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8271159460198037540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=8271159460198037540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8271159460198037540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8271159460198037540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/08/powerful-wizard-who-wanted-to-destroy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-3706055760999560561</id><published>2007-08-16T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T02:52:27.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love! it's like day time in UK and you ain't online?!&lt;br /&gt;@#@%$$^%!!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i'm trying to dig up your blog.&lt;br /&gt;so give me the url again.&lt;br /&gt;and TALK TO ME on MSN soon please.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhs..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3706055760999560561?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-2884851838069439752</id><published>2007-08-16T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T02:31:46.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm trying to fall asleep so i can wake up in time to meet baby.&lt;br /&gt;but nope i'm not sleepy at all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm contemplating sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhs...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been surfing blogs to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;blogs that i've never been to since ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;and it amazes me how much updates and changes there have been in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;someone whom used to be so close to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;and she found the courage to do all that she dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;while mine just fall to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;the moment we parted ways, they ceased to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather, i formed new ones.&lt;br /&gt;new ideals, a new kinda life.&lt;br /&gt;i really do wonder how it would have been like if things were different.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm unhappy with the current one.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i had made the decisions, that eventually led me to my baby.&lt;br /&gt;and after so long, i'm breathing and feeling once more.&lt;br /&gt;no longer, choked by bitterness and anger and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting you go has been so damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;but someone new came in.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful that you left.&lt;br /&gt;because i've found someone who made me happier than you did.&lt;br /&gt;she fills up the void you left behind so easily.&lt;br /&gt;and i've never been more in love than i did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were just a beautiful accident.&lt;br /&gt;much as i was hurt, you taught me alot.&lt;br /&gt;but i would not want to see us drawing open new wounds anymore.&lt;br /&gt;what's gone, is behind us.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess we will just remain as "the very sensitive person" to be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;if not for you, i would never have closed this bitter chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;you're my new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;my sunshine, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2884851838069439752?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2884851838069439752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2884851838069439752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2884851838069439752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2884851838069439752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-trying-to-fall-asleep-so-i-can-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8814150601946112008</id><published>2007-08-14T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:26:02.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my girlfriend is a magnet for weird people.&lt;br /&gt;i have a perfect example to back that statement up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, we were on our way home from woodlands,&lt;br /&gt;in the MRT train minding our own Ps and Qs.&lt;br /&gt;when this chinese idiot boarded the train and sat directly opp us.&lt;br /&gt;at first we took no notice of him,&lt;br /&gt;then he started smiling at my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by a series of stunts attempting to impress my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;there were poses of him trying to flex his arm muscles.&lt;br /&gt;karate kicks and turns.&lt;br /&gt;finally he picked up the courage to start talking to my already traumatised girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;talking bout her handphone, her skin colour and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then more muscle flexing.&lt;br /&gt;and the final move of running his fingers thru his hair with the "i'm damn suave" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;with a huge grin.&lt;br /&gt;euks.&lt;br /&gt;by then i was already laughing so terribly that the tears almost fell.&lt;br /&gt;sorry baby. i couldn't really protect you cause it was that funny as it was freaky.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the indian man sitting near him actually thought he was a friend of baby's.&lt;br /&gt;worst of all, he stood up when we were about to alight at AMK.&lt;br /&gt;so we ran to another carriage exit.&lt;br /&gt;the doors opened and we ran out.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what! that crazy fellow ran too to catch up with us.&lt;br /&gt;luckily we lost him at the stairs luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a musician dedicate his song to my girlfriend is a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;but a retard strutting his stuff, it's plain hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you luhh baby. ((:&lt;br /&gt;but enough of these nonsense yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i can't quite handle so many mad cases yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, don't go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8814150601946112008?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8814150601946112008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=8814150601946112008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8814150601946112008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8814150601946112008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-girlfriend-is-magnet-for-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6234045675333374013</id><published>2007-08-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:14:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my girlfriend is trashing me at solitaire now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i still love her alot.&lt;br /&gt;she has been real sweet.&lt;br /&gt;and i've never regretted making her my choice.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;oh well, although we haven't made up our mind yet.&lt;br /&gt;happy 1st anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7538702895491296104</id><published>2007-08-07T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T03:11:08.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just had steamboat at hall with the babes.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun session.&lt;br /&gt;although by the time we started eating, it was almost 10.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;photos another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i kinda regret not staying in hall.&lt;br /&gt;the gossips and late-night mahjong sessions.&lt;br /&gt;going for supper and ladies night.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;best of all, i can wake up just 15 mins before lessons.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;kellyn was asking why i stayed in hall when i was so slack the previous semesters.&lt;br /&gt;and then i choose to opt out when my timetable is so hectic.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i get to spend more time with my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, hall bash is next thurs.&lt;br /&gt;at butterfactory.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bring my girlfriend along.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt she can make it luhh.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhs..!!!&lt;br /&gt;there's dinner and dance too.&lt;br /&gt;but that i'd have to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the slim turtle just called me an oldie.&lt;br /&gt;such a meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7538702895491296104?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-4700373476883264744</id><published>2007-08-06T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T04:55:12.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in 8 hours i'll be on my way to SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;like finally after so long.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i need a new bag.&lt;br /&gt;i have one in mind but no cash to follow through.&lt;br /&gt;arghhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my short holiday of two weeks had been great.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to great friends and a fabulous girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;gosh!&lt;br /&gt;i just love them so much please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragonfly was lovely!&lt;br /&gt;macallan plus hennessy; it was sheer craziness.&lt;br /&gt;i'll only drink enough to puke when i go clubbing with kellyn and isabel.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. those two bitches.&lt;br /&gt;whoever else gets free bottles of liquor other then them?!&lt;br /&gt;a pity charmaine couldn't join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are currently in genting.&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go too but i can't enter the casino.&lt;br /&gt;so there ain't much of a point.&lt;br /&gt;rahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have more or less been settled.&lt;br /&gt;no more case to wait for in anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;cash flow is pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;plus i have a stunningly beautiful and sweet girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much contented with life yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe i'd want more money to buy all the pretty things i yearn.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this love will build&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through flights and streets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the end i predict&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you’ll get the very best of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7834813538761755652</id><published>2007-07-23T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:54:14.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is pure bliss to be able to wake up beside you.&lt;br /&gt;just lying by your side and looking at you while you lay asleep.&lt;br /&gt;do you know you have the most beautiful face?&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm a lucky piece of shit to have you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;and i just love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;and even more for the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed with love, forever true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if there are uncertainties ahead, then let our love not be one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-3474000866650668450</id><published>2007-07-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:22:55.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never expect you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;so you're free to go.&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean i have to listen to those hurtful stuff over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i won't care from now on.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to meet my slim turtle on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;i've got loads to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, maybe clubbing with kellyn and isabel tml.&lt;br /&gt;MoS yo!&lt;br /&gt;it's been like ages since i last stepped into MoS.&lt;br /&gt;i want to mambo like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa was good,&lt;br /&gt;minus the aching all over part.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda black now.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the tan stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attachment is ending like finally.&lt;br /&gt;this friday!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;plus my paycheck of course.&lt;br /&gt;KC requested for a drinking session tml.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what he wants to say to us.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna club, mahjong, fish, cycle, read and gym.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps go to KL for a week or so to shop.&lt;br /&gt;and then school will start.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;i miss school and all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;maybe go back for OC to check out the freshies.&lt;br /&gt;ha. hot girls yo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really miss your hair in my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the way your innocence tastes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i think you should know this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you deserve much better than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3474000866650668450?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/3474000866650668450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=3474000866650668450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3474000866650668450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3474000866650668450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-never-expect-you-to-stay.html' 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cool show luhh.&lt;br /&gt;but these days i feel like watching some deep show eh.&lt;br /&gt;any to recommend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from vonn's place.&lt;br /&gt;mahjong is good for the brains please.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i so don't want to go work tml luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i don't deserve to feel good.&lt;br /&gt;i did wrong afterall.&lt;br /&gt;didn't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;so cliche. but so true.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-4302614685398963139?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/4302614685398963139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahhhhs..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BABY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;, EVERYBODY WATCHED TRANSFORMERS ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT US LUHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrsssss&lt;br /&gt;@$^%&amp;amp;(*$!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6085551116977243628?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/6085551116977243628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=6085551116977243628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6085551116977243628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6085551116977243628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/07/rahhhhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1149808836512676812</id><published>2007-07-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:10:41.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to the gym today with anju the muscle woman.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks having a muscular back is damn sexy.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;okay i think she's fine the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;but humans are never contented with the way they look.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think my abdominal muscles are slightly firmer.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to watch transformers.&lt;br /&gt;but no timing.&lt;br /&gt;we went down to town but it's all late shows.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the balcony for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;and then pool again!&lt;br /&gt;i won 3 out of 5 games.&lt;br /&gt;but i only sunk the black ball in ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, poor baby is having a rough time with her mum.&lt;br /&gt;for going home late.&lt;br /&gt;oh no!&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml there's work.&lt;br /&gt;and work is getting mundane.&lt;br /&gt;everyday me and my fellow intern, nick, will take pics of planes to pass time during lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it's routine.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is our favourite plane. because of its size. we called it the jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/Rofck2l1ebI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ddnOnuJvVXQ/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082273230198503858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/Rofck2l1ebI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ddnOnuJvVXQ/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a certain day after lunch, when we walked back thru the main gate,&lt;br /&gt;we spotted this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/RofclGl1edI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_1xRQ6_tc4k/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082273234493471186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/RofclGl1edI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_1xRQ6_tc4k/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i've got 3 more weeks of attachment left.&lt;br /&gt;then a short holiday of bout 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, many thanks to the government.&lt;br /&gt;i've got my GST package.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll still hate you for the no smoking in club rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;and the bloody 7% GST!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHS...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sweetest drug. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1149808836512676812?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1149808836512676812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1149808836512676812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1149808836512676812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1149808836512676812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-went-to-gym-today-with-anju-muscle.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/Rofck2l1ebI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ddnOnuJvVXQ/s72-c/DSC00128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6202560317420969061</id><published>2007-07-01T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:45:16.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isn't my baby the sweetest thing on earth?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/RoawHGl1eaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyEeFOSk_VI/s1600-h/sweet!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081942865609062818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lprlLrl4XXE/RoawHGl1eaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyEeFOSk_VI/s320/sweet!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO SILLY!! &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6202560317420969061?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/6202560317420969061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=6202560317420969061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6202560317420969061'/><link 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absolutely irritating when baby calls me evan LIM.&lt;br /&gt;originated from nique, who believes i have a LIM face.&lt;br /&gt;like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;since when your surname is reflected from your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, because it's you calling.&lt;br /&gt;i'll deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-9200433891612267843?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/9200433891612267843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=9200433891612267843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/9200433891612267843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/9200433891612267843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-i-must-add-it-is-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-5673819221531258592</id><published>2007-06-30T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:51:51.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>silly girl!&lt;br /&gt;i love you luhh.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was PLAY with my many loves.&lt;br /&gt;okay, had plenty of drinks all thanks to baby's monkey gf.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll love him as much as i love poopie.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, plus vonn won a bottle of champagne.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it was no surprise that i had to send 2 drunkards home after.&lt;br /&gt;nique was still sick so she left earlier.&lt;br /&gt;take care dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at vonn's place with the poop.&lt;br /&gt;and i went to work with a heavy head luhh.&lt;br /&gt;i bet my pores were diffusing alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;damn stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i'm missing you.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;the silly one that bugs me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-5673819221531258592?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/5673819221531258592/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6168618624410755557</id><published>2007-06-27T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:17:24.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another month has flown by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. there has been quite a few changes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether it's good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;but it definitely is complicating.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i'm being irresponsible and selfish here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my slim turtle.&lt;br /&gt;and my wormy with so many facial piercings!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad inside.&lt;br /&gt;alot on my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;the heart and mind are such funny things.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhs..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway silly poop has been real sweet these days.&lt;br /&gt;love luhh!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6105182001838874629</id><published>2007-05-22T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:07:06.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay if you play the electric guitar.&lt;br /&gt;help me with this survey okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.asp?u=283653914159"&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.asp?u=283653914159&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can leave your name and i'll help you get discount when you buy guitars.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;thanks first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;but he talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;not in a nice way though.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm currently only given 5 bucks daily till he's appeased.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shant on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;we went cycling at east coast.&lt;br /&gt;for 4 bloody hours.&lt;br /&gt;all the way to changi V and back.&lt;br /&gt;she's one tough girl alright.&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to tampines mart to watch the match between Man U and Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;what a disappointment luhh.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;got home quite late.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't incur the wrath of my father.&lt;br /&gt;thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i had a damn weird dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i got back with someone.&lt;br /&gt;and another someone wearing a leather jacket shot me 7 times in my back.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 21st birthday, jol!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i didn't turn up for your celebration.&lt;br /&gt;best wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRACY FOO I MISS YOU DAMN BLOODY ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;our one year is coming!!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;can't wait. shall we go for vauntII?&lt;br /&gt;oh no, but i've got attachment the next day.&lt;br /&gt;chow how do i go for PLAY like that?&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hot day.&lt;br /&gt;i need a shower.&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as it was. as it is. as it ever shall be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1363777920426189239?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1363777920426189239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>first up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very very sorry my dear slim turtle.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really tired and i've got to work tml.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;god. i miss you so much luhh.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway met shant and chels for dinner after work yest.&lt;br /&gt;then proceed to vonn's place for mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;it was a party there.&lt;br /&gt;nique.lio.wanzhen.fish.kaesen.anju.&lt;br /&gt;it was like so bloody noisy!&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to sleep but they were so noisy.&lt;br /&gt;plus anju was being annoying trying to steal my phone.&lt;br /&gt;it was a fight in the room luhh.&lt;br /&gt;i've got like so many pinch, scratch, smack marks on me.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;nope nique.&lt;br /&gt;nothing kinky.&lt;br /&gt;cleanse your mind please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and nique cut mine and anju's fringe for us.&lt;br /&gt;now i have short short fringe yo.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;like it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;finally, we attempted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but vonn and anju kept talking please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work.&lt;br /&gt;i was so lazy luhh.&lt;br /&gt;and i was late cause some blur idiot dropped her ez-link in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;-slaps forehead&lt;br /&gt;vonn went to school early.&lt;br /&gt;so only nique and cheryl were left in the house.&lt;br /&gt;go figure what they did after.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go PLAY so badly.&lt;br /&gt;but my eyelids are falling.&lt;br /&gt;and mummy's not talking to me cause i did not go home yest night.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;whatever luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;black holes and revelations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3408331951359750551?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6080856750712076226</id><published>2007-05-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:11:56.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the bloody third time i'm typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;so fucking irritated!&lt;br /&gt;my good mood is now totally ruined.&lt;br /&gt;you see i was actually glad that the government is giving me 200 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;for some gst offset package.&lt;br /&gt;the benefit of turning 21 yo.&lt;br /&gt;so stop saying i'm old.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still annoyed by this lousy blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so PA started 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing other than stock taking and feeding the mozzies in the warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;shant darling on the other hand, was drinking wine at mediacorp.&lt;br /&gt;like i need to have a degree to do stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;anyway to make it sound better, i decide to call it product analysis and inventory management.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;i hope it gets better tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side i report to work at 11 daily.&lt;br /&gt;as compared to those poor souls starting at 830/9.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and my lunch break is longer.&lt;br /&gt;but i've to walk out for 15 mins before i reach civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;not to say my allowance is only a pathetic 540.&lt;br /&gt;subjected to change though. i'd love very much an increase please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; darling is finally &lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;say hello to legal clubbing and smoking and M18 and what not.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i hope it was a great day for you.&lt;br /&gt;cause it was loads of fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;check out the pictures at http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2092238347 yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired already.&lt;br /&gt;i feel old luhh.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what will your choice be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6080856750712076226?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/6080856750712076226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=6080856750712076226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6080856750712076226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6080856750712076226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-bloody-third-time-im-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8519621488474004869</id><published>2007-04-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:36:29.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a few more days to exams.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty dead i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;but after that, school will only reopen in august.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;but i have PA to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm stuck in a fix.&lt;br /&gt;okay, well you see i've been deciding which steps to take.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fall into yet another abyss.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i can't stand being left alone by you.&lt;br /&gt;i need time, you need space.&lt;br /&gt;so simple and yet i can't stop pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i need time to get use to being alone.&lt;br /&gt;now i need time to get out of singlehood.&lt;br /&gt;ho ho ho. &lt;br /&gt;contradictory yo!&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to lose you but i'm scare of losing myself.&lt;br /&gt;and if i hold on too tight, it slips through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;like what kinda sick game is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apparent priority is my coming exams.&lt;br /&gt;but you can't focus on your books.&lt;br /&gt;neither can i.&lt;br /&gt;when i can sense something's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;call me psychic or paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;the woman's intuition is always sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-2881800192315715209</id><published>2007-04-03T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T02:02:42.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vonn's birthday chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ready to partaye?&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;it was all crazy.&lt;br /&gt;drinking, fagging, screaming, laughing, ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;it's just like life.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped by town and saw my favourite creature!&lt;br /&gt;with singh and karen.&lt;br /&gt;then to vivo where we met the rest of the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;and wormy and jackey!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;over to karen's for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;they were singing, screaming and whispering songs.&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over to chinatown to meet shant.&lt;br /&gt;met her sis and sis's bf.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;sent her back home then back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;where i ate tons of stingray!&lt;br /&gt;it's hella lot.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to be home.&lt;br /&gt;i like being near my friends yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got MD portal for my PA.&lt;br /&gt;don't really know what i'm doing there.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;but it's near my place at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently,&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to your favourite song.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for your reply.&lt;br /&gt;smiling when i saw what you drew on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;wanting to fall asleep;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow will come faster and i'll see you again.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. it's been long since i felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i forgot how fucking &lt;strong&gt;great &lt;/strong&gt;it is&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2881800192315715209?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2881800192315715209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2881800192315715209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2881800192315715209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2881800192315715209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/04/vonns-birthday-chalet-happy-18th-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1475592421783272683</id><published>2007-03-27T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T05:40:20.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>snickers and apples keep me sane in hall.&lt;br /&gt;i'm moving out of hall.&lt;br /&gt;in may i think.&lt;br /&gt;PA's coming and i'll have one day week next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admidst all the projects, quizzes, assignments and revision,&lt;br /&gt;i should be frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;yet, i'm smiling everytime the phone beeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after almost a year of singlehood, i think i'm ready to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;not entirely open yet.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;we just need patience, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1475592421783272683?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1475592421783272683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1475592421783272683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1475592421783272683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1475592421783272683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/03/snickers-and-apples-keep-me-sane-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1657631562672036399</id><published>2007-03-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:36:44.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't blog for god-knows-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;so long that i can't really recall what happened the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;i only remember cycling down to geylang east on fri night.&lt;br /&gt;met up with nique, vonn, kae, fish and wanzhen.&lt;br /&gt;we left in the morning, packed our bags when we reached home and met at harbourfront.&lt;br /&gt;to go to sentosa of course!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;i just slept while they play ball and went into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my cousin's ROM.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm really lazy to post any photos.&lt;br /&gt;totally losing interest in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my life is wonderful now.&lt;br /&gt;it'd be better if exams were to be over now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;and i really hope my close ones are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the door opens once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1657631562672036399?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1657631562672036399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1657631562672036399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1657631562672036399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1657631562672036399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-didnt-blog-for-god-knows-how-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6527984874364869157</id><published>2007-03-11T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T02:55:34.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like blogging once a week now.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;think it's because of my laptop's lousy keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;i become so lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i had a real busy week in school.&lt;br /&gt;and i went for all my tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town for a tiny while to meet turtle.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at far east.&lt;br /&gt;then wormy and jackey and their friends came!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;went to lucky plaza and played pool.&lt;br /&gt;then back to hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with shantelle on wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;went all the way to causeway point.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me what i was doing at such a random place.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;sent her back home then to town to meet nique and CJ.&lt;br /&gt;drank quite abit at devils.&lt;br /&gt;was tired too so i gave up going to zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school to do PBL.&lt;br /&gt;it gave me such a headache please.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;home with shantelle then to zouk.&lt;br /&gt;herstory party!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;rebecca tan is hot alright.&lt;br /&gt;saw many familiar faces there.&lt;br /&gt;damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;someone called me promiscuous.&lt;br /&gt;bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cine on fri night to look for keith.&lt;br /&gt;then over to spins before going to paya lebar.&lt;br /&gt;met my loves.&lt;br /&gt;everything remains wonderful as long as i have my friends around.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;got tired eventually so back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept a bit only and turtle woke me up with her msg.&lt;br /&gt;still i overslept and turned up late.&lt;br /&gt;cine to far east and back to cine again.&lt;br /&gt;then to heeren and mimi found a pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;cabbed to geylang to meet nicole.&lt;br /&gt;finally got the case and i'm going off to start on my work.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my paper tigress is tioman now.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she say she loves you.&lt;br /&gt;but who loves you more to let you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6527984874364869157?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/6527984874364869157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=6527984874364869157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6527984874364869157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6527984874364869157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-like-blogging-once-week-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1337592176920374379</id><published>2007-03-04T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:59:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met sijia on friday after school.&lt;br /&gt;anyway AB228A wasn't that torturous like i presumed it to be.&lt;br /&gt;there's a pretty hot girl in my class actually.&lt;br /&gt;she invited me to join her for lunch but i declined.&lt;br /&gt;cause i had to be on time to meet sijia.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pouring in town damn heavily.&lt;br /&gt;and she still owes me and umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;we walked around town in the rain to look for her size 4 shoes luhh.&lt;br /&gt;from heeren to far east to lido isetan to taka and finally OG orchard point.&lt;br /&gt;where, thank heavens, we finally found it.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;saw meifen there and we stayed around to entertain her.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;she gave us free samples of don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rested out tired feet at rocky's.&lt;br /&gt;then i sent her home before going back town to meet shantelle.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;drank at alley bar again.&lt;br /&gt;okay i feel bad luhh.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't really give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went over to candice's place for bbq.&lt;br /&gt;her place was WOW.&lt;br /&gt;and we all became so decent and formal.&lt;br /&gt;sitting so straight up, saying "please and may i"s.&lt;br /&gt;weird i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;so now it's 3 Mercs and 2 BMWs at her place.&lt;br /&gt;she sent us out in her new mercs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was dropped off at cine.&lt;br /&gt;went up to find shantelle again.&lt;br /&gt;slightly high already.&lt;br /&gt;cause i drank like half a bottle of red wine.&lt;br /&gt;oh, the wine was for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;then went out to meet keith and co to celebrate andrea's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to boat quay.&lt;br /&gt;and they all kinda got high and drunk.&lt;br /&gt;kudos to sebastian for the chivas.&lt;br /&gt;and we all bought heineken too.&lt;br /&gt;so it was a really drinking fest for me yest night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i lost the motorola phone.&lt;br /&gt;I'M TERRIBLY SORRY VONN.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;mum is nagging horribly over it.&lt;br /&gt;claiming i lost it cause i was drunk?&lt;br /&gt;no way please.&lt;br /&gt;anyway please send over your new numbers when you see this post.&lt;br /&gt;need to update my phone list.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slapped my dreams in my face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1337592176920374379?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1337592176920374379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1337592176920374379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1337592176920374379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1337592176920374379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/03/met-sijia-on-friday-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-5352552526152195348</id><published>2007-02-28T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:26:36.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up and went to pasir ris to surprise nana ang for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/404727556_d913a95f2c_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;it turn out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/404727550_88ee6e0165_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/404727582_2778576b2f_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening was spent at zijian's 21st.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BOTH!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it kinda reminded me that it will be my turn soon.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;till then please remember i'm only 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a saturday won't be one unless you go town.&lt;br /&gt;so i did.&lt;br /&gt;met nique and cj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/139/404766547_3f2d810f78_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the streets were crowded because of chingay parade.&lt;br /&gt;went to join shantelle and her friend at cable car for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/404766552_95834b9fa2_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vonn and kaesen came and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/404766557_1a430b98aa_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was bored.&lt;br /&gt;so nique, cj and i went to lvl 9 to play online games.&lt;br /&gt;i suck at counterstrike luhh!&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;nique wouldn't stop laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shantelle yest.&lt;br /&gt;she was late for 45 mins.&lt;br /&gt;and while waiting for her i made a friend, jacky.&lt;br /&gt;he bought me a beer and gave me fags.&lt;br /&gt;but what he told me was pretty traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;his company in tokyo and hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;how you have to stab your hand to prove your loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;how people carry guns in japan cause they can kill faster.&lt;br /&gt;how normal it is to kill a cop in hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;how you must frequently change your looks so you won't be caught so easily.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway finally she came and saved me from further shocks.&lt;br /&gt;caught notes on a scandal.&lt;br /&gt;it's a good show honestly.&lt;br /&gt;deep and DISTURBING.&lt;br /&gt;really. my mind ain't at peace after the show.&lt;br /&gt;went to spins to fag and chill.&lt;br /&gt;then to LJS for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and then alleybar for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;i've had lots of beer recently. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;had a good chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;cabbed her back then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have 228A make up class even though it's recess week.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't go out with sijia on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;i went online and the first thing she told me was to change my dp.&lt;br /&gt;cause her sis was coming online?!&lt;br /&gt;silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/404766564_86a7be9708_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. i'll post it here for everyone to see then.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yellow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-5352552526152195348?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/5352552526152195348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=5352552526152195348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/5352552526152195348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/5352552526152195348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/02/woke-up-and-went-to-pasir-ris-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/404727556_d913a95f2c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7682058906473451317</id><published>2007-02-24T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:28:45.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to herstory@PLAY on monday.&lt;br /&gt;met wormy in town first, then mimi came.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;waited for all to come.&lt;br /&gt;mimi and wormy left.&lt;br /&gt;nat, calli and aly went for Promiscuous.&lt;br /&gt;keith, andrea, ken, matthew and i went to PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on hearing there's no ID check.&lt;br /&gt;they rushed over.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;it was a wild night of fun luhh!&lt;br /&gt;went to maxwell after.&lt;br /&gt;then waited for eons for a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimi's place for CNY visiting.&lt;br /&gt;lost 4 bucks to wormy in blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;boo!&lt;br /&gt;went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;was busy with projects and presentations.&lt;br /&gt;more to come.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;but at least i had fun with my group members.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and i bought some tees from forever 21 online.&lt;br /&gt;bad influence from hall and tutorial mates.&lt;br /&gt;i bet sijia is happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hall bash on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;at MoS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/404727535_8d5ef484ec_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since i've been there to club.&lt;br /&gt;fond memories eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/404727546_d3033de8c1_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;but the best part of the night was the car ride to candice's place.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, she made it sound so simple.&lt;br /&gt;the reality is truly different.&lt;br /&gt;back to hall and had a chat with vages till the early morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad might have to go to aussie for half a year for his work.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;mum wants to be there with him.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;doubt she will leave, there's work and us.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how this home will be w/o a man.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go too.&lt;br /&gt;but there's school and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's gonna be frequent trips over to aussie to visit daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just took a lil' longer to realise it meant nothing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a puppet pulled by the strings by its Master.&lt;br /&gt;i danced to your wishes.&lt;br /&gt;such meaningless glamour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7682058906473451317?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7682058906473451317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=7682058906473451317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7682058906473451317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/7682058906473451317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-herstoryplay-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/404727535_8d5ef484ec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-5395673199865556748</id><published>2007-02-18T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T04:04:41.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay happy chinese new year everybody!&lt;br /&gt;may all of you collect lots of big fat ang paos.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget to give me a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just came back from esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;i had a big bottle of heinekein.&lt;br /&gt;the huge one they sell at kopitiams.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still sober enough to blog here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had reunion dinner at home.&lt;br /&gt;mummy makes the best sharksfin soup always.&lt;br /&gt;then went down to grandma's place for mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;i won 40 bucks in slightly over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;then went to town to meet mimi, keith, ken, andrea, calli and nat.&lt;br /&gt;waited for van and jenny to appear.&lt;br /&gt;then headed down to the esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank at harry's.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with wine recently.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;DXO was boring. &lt;br /&gt;no crowd at all.&lt;br /&gt;then went to eat cockles with jenny.&lt;br /&gt;euks, they were overcooked and smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walked over to 7-11 with ken and van.&lt;br /&gt;thanks van for the huge bottle of heinekein.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;went back then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday met sijia in town.&lt;br /&gt;went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;okay, only she shopped.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy watching her spend money please.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;then to cine.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha joined calli, van and aly.&lt;br /&gt;eh hairy mole thank me for introducing more friends to you hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to far east.&lt;br /&gt;hairy mole went home.&lt;br /&gt;then me and wormy went over to karen's.&lt;br /&gt;i love her pool please.&lt;br /&gt;me and lil' gay went for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;the rest joined later then we played stupid games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back and played one single game of mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;it's not even one game actually.&lt;br /&gt;cause they just stopped.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;me and nicole watched the sad korean drama on tv.&lt;br /&gt;skye joined.&lt;br /&gt;and we all ended up sobbing like lil' babies.&lt;br /&gt;went to 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;back, and we fell asleep on johnny bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all woke up and went to holland v while i slept on.&lt;br /&gt;woke up finally and went for a swim with nicole.&lt;br /&gt;washed up then back home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;days have been good so far.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it keeps up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and creature, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;do take care of that throat yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and wormy, even if it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;you still have a daddy here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-5395673199865556748?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/5395673199865556748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=5395673199865556748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/5395673199865556748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/5395673199865556748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-happy-chinese-new-year-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8406791830693164196</id><published>2007-02-16T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:26:58.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty good cause i get to see my favourite slim turtle finally!!&lt;br /&gt;and my darling wormy son!&lt;br /&gt;and jackey and chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/391235154_bffe9df852_m.jpg" width="200"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway earlier on in the day i had my sex,death quiz.&lt;br /&gt;it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how to do so i left 10 mins after the paper started.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;went home and then to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met andrea and saw the usual bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to holland.&lt;br /&gt;jackey took a long time to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/391235150_c878efac47_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, wormy and mimi please get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;drink more water kay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to town.&lt;br /&gt;saw QUEEN grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/391235156_42ea1623b0_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for keith to end work.&lt;br /&gt;and then off to devil's bar with keith, andrea, rachel and joanna.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;andrea had to leave earlier so she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phuture was so damn crowded.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to club momo instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/391235162_0976653acc_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle's bf sign us in as guests! hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was some event going on.&lt;br /&gt;so me and keith went in as "daisy duck" and "donald duck".&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/391235159_fb3fd630f9_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did some stupid shit on stage.&lt;br /&gt;didn't win the bottle of jack daniel's but won a couple of pens instead.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;club momo was pretty fun luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/391235172_94747b0791_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIRTHDAY GIRL (:&lt;br /&gt;rachel and joanna left so me and keith rotted outstide 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;and when we were about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;keith went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;and the next moment she came running out!&lt;br /&gt;i thought she had seen some paranormal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but a girl fainted inside a locked cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we tried to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;but she refuse to budge cause i think the smelly and dirty toilet was really comfortable for her.&lt;br /&gt;i went to get a broom to try and unlock the door.&lt;br /&gt;and wala! i succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;the whole incident was so funny please!&lt;br /&gt;especially keith's expression when she ran out.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and slept a bit.&lt;br /&gt;woke up to the noisy siren.&lt;br /&gt;changed and went to raffles place to pick miss sijia up.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly for our make-up V day date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/391240703_548576423b_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that irritating girl actually had the cheek to tell me "remember to pluck some flowers for me."&lt;br /&gt;so i got her a rose and told her i plucked it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to heeren sakae.&lt;br /&gt;had buffet.&lt;br /&gt;we averaged bout 10 per person luhh.&lt;br /&gt;she's quite a ferocious eater but i still win ultimately!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/391240690_52c6a0ef25_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/391240695_9e2dc8d7c7_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked up and down town for some exercise cause we were so bloated.&lt;br /&gt;eventually we settled down at spins.&lt;br /&gt;wasted time till it was time for her dental appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/391240699_82b2cc085e_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd buy you a lily just to tell you how i feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8406791830693164196?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8406791830693164196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=8406791830693164196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8406791830693164196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8406791830693164196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/391235154_bffe9df852_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-8422994089302646362</id><published>2007-02-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:59:56.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>town on saturday again on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i saw mimi and worm for a split second only.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;then to spins to meet nique and xl.&lt;br /&gt;moved over to rocky's to wait for keith to end work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we managed to trick nat and calli into eating a leftover cake.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so funny please.&lt;br /&gt;waited for jia and yuan then off to coco latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/389094089_8240199d21_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought 2 jugs of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;eh but didn't get high actually.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;got bored and tired and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;so off to eat bah ku teh.&lt;br /&gt;omg, it was heavenly please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday had reunion dinner at granny's place.&lt;br /&gt;it gets annoying when everybody asked bout my eye.&lt;br /&gt;my studies.&lt;br /&gt;my hair.&lt;br /&gt;my dressing.&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and i can anticipate what's coming for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/389106280_e4a5cbfed3_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/389094091_0d814042ee_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, V day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;have a good day everybody.&lt;br /&gt;spread the love yeah.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i fell through the heights just to be in your arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-8422994089302646362?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/8422994089302646362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=8422994089302646362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8422994089302646362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/8422994089302646362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/02/town-on-saturday-again-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/389094089_8240199d21_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-2563355179128071954</id><published>2007-02-10T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:41:43.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I MISS MY SLIM TURTLE ALOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like fucking alot.&lt;br /&gt;like damn alot.&lt;br /&gt;like hella lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, just alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week since we've seen each other.&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;i believe we've never been apart from each other for so long before.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-2563355179128071954?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/2563355179128071954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=2563355179128071954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2563355179128071954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/2563355179128071954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-7051877535843949431</id><published>2007-02-10T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:16:16.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i cycled down to geylang east central.&lt;br /&gt;my butt ached like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, for the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;it's totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;came home and mum made breakfast for me already.&lt;br /&gt;love you mummy!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied a tiny weeny bit.&lt;br /&gt;then to bed.&lt;br /&gt;woke up to sijia's excited voice.&lt;br /&gt;that girl scored 10 points.&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS luhh honey!&lt;br /&gt;so happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed and waited for vonn and kae to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;and off to town.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, it was a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;i celebrated the one week anniversary with myself.&lt;br /&gt;bought a cardigan and waistcoat.&lt;br /&gt;i've always thought waistcoats are sexy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and finally i owned one!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/389094082_3a93b58ec4_m.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nique and xueling and kaevis came.&lt;br /&gt;my loves with me.&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats that okay.&lt;br /&gt;then we went on to chill at spins.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;we are broke people desperate for fags luhh.&lt;br /&gt;i justed busted a hundred bucks so i shall be thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/389094080_92ff1b20a1_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nique, xl and kaevis left.&lt;br /&gt;so we went over to cine.&lt;br /&gt;met the usual people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/389094084_17097964c1_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotted here and there.&lt;br /&gt;waited for keith to end work then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the word "friends" needs a re-definition please.&lt;br /&gt;like how can one ever betray a friend and break that basic trust?&lt;br /&gt;how many friend(s) will you die for?&lt;br /&gt;and how many will die for you?&lt;br /&gt;and is there one in which both are willing to die for each other?&lt;br /&gt;so rare, so rare.&lt;br /&gt;but thank god i've found people like that in my life.&lt;br /&gt;really thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read nique's emo chinese blog post.&lt;br /&gt;in life, you'll meet four people:&lt;br /&gt;1. yourself&lt;br /&gt;2. the one you love the most&lt;br /&gt;3. the one who love you the most&lt;br /&gt;4. the one you want to spend the rest of your life with&lt;br /&gt;i think i've only found the first three. &lt;br /&gt;but i won't be that sure. &lt;br /&gt;who knows who i'll meet tomorrow or in the future?&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep my options open. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some days I feel broke inside&lt;br /&gt;but I won't admit&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just wanna hide&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's you I miss&lt;br /&gt;and it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-7051877535843949431?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/7051877535843949431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-6442840030646610604</id><published>2007-02-08T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:32:05.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a lovely day!&lt;br /&gt;i covered one lecture for my accting test next week already.&lt;br /&gt;studied the whole night please.&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept only at 7.&lt;br /&gt;then woke up at 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;changed and went down to raffles place to pick sijia up from work.&lt;br /&gt;HANNAH.&lt;br /&gt;lovely curls in your hair. &lt;br /&gt;looks great and feminine and mature luhh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;then we walked over to suntec.&lt;br /&gt;had pizza for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;her treat!&lt;br /&gt;thanks luhh.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;that girl is so naughty and cheeky please.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a tie from topman.&lt;br /&gt;while she got an owl.&lt;br /&gt;pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like damn sweet to her, and only she knows why.&lt;br /&gt;and her friend is very funny.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just made new specs.&lt;br /&gt;cause i can't really stand the melted lens on the levi's pair.&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i get to see nique and vonn later.&lt;br /&gt;getting ready to sneak out already.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be good. &lt;br /&gt;i'm going out to study please.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're gonna be the one that saves me.&lt;br /&gt;and afterall, you're my wonderwall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-6442840030646610604?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/6442840030646610604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=6442840030646610604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6442840030646610604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/6442840030646610604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-lovely-day-i-covered-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-1002512013400230121</id><published>2007-02-07T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:56:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you have a dollar or so to spare,&lt;br /&gt;please vote for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold Fac3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the dancefloor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tonight.&lt;br /&gt;channel 5, 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;SMS D3 to 32623 or call 1900-112-5503.&lt;br /&gt;lines open from 7th Feb 9pm till 8th Feb 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;much love.&lt;br /&gt;out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll send out my blessings, and maybe it'll reach you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we parted but i see that smile now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it came clear to me, it was worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-1002512013400230121?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/1002512013400230121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=1002512013400230121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/1002512013400230121'/><link rel='self' 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width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/380746059_9d3dbadefa_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shantelle to go for lecture today.&lt;br /&gt;officially we only attend one hour of it.&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;everybody stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;but i've got some one to protect my honour.&lt;br /&gt;she stared back at them for me.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;whatever luhh, i just pretend everybody thinks i'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to join nique, kae and vonn after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/380734054_d80a778d4e_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got an idea for my tv commercial assignment already.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;they always inspire me with funny ideas luhh.&lt;br /&gt;time flies whenever i'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/380734057_4227c68aed_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they played bball while i watched.&lt;br /&gt;and then went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/380734060_2578216f31_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go back to the east.&lt;br /&gt;then we can spend proper time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far nobody has got the moral of the story right.&lt;br /&gt;i'll reveal the answer soon luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me bring you the loveliest creature on planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/380734062_2e8c1d8836_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't she gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/139/380734066_d38eddef9c_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart melts when she looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;my constant joy in hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you made my darkest days so bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27943369-3147907543530024153?l=theharlequin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/feeds/3147907543530024153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27943369&amp;postID=3147907543530024153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3147907543530024153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27943369/posts/default/3147907543530024153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theharlequin-.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-gave-me-pictures-of-pretty-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>Cookie!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00550718404045278313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/380746058_9b786afb7c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27943369.post-5535252383607775344</id><published>2007-02-05T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T03:19:17.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love has a beautiful pic of ele.&lt;br /&gt;i'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;pft.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just shared a lovely story with love.&lt;br /&gt;here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly monkey is always wrecking trouble in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;all the tribesmen are very angry with her.&lt;br /&gt;so a hunter decides to go after the monkey.&lt;br /&gt;but he misses the first shot.&lt;br /&gt;smelly monkey is scared.&lt;br /&gt;so it went to look for the two elephants.&lt;br /&gt;they decide to kill the hunter to end off the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they found the hunter by the river.&lt;br /&gt;but even still, the hunter is too powerful for them.&lt;br /&gt;so skinny donkey came to help them.&lt;br /&gt;but little did they know the hunter knows all the other animals in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;they had no one else to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;so he bang bang them down with his rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and peace returns to the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;the tribesmen and all the animals live happily after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so children, what is the moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;correct guesses get a prize from me.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- evan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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