<?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-20643997</id><updated>2011-11-15T02:39:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Shery*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20643997.post-8908716408038148229</id><published>2007-09-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:58:07.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over.</title><content type='html'>Thank God the rollercoaster ride is over. Who knows if there'll be a ride number 2 though?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-8908716408038148229?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8908716408038148229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=8908716408038148229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/8908716408038148229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/8908716408038148229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/over.html' title='Over.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-7126407345966784263</id><published>2007-08-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:19:12.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROUND ROUND, BABY!</title><content type='html'>OMGOSH. PEOPLE! YOU SHOULD GO SEE/HAVE SEEN THE MOON TODAY! (29/08/07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beaaaaaaaaaaaaautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with Jie Yi baby, when he suddenly went "OMG! THE MOON IS SO HUGE! IT LOOKS LIKE A SOCCER BALL! GO GO GO! GO SEE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't! my house isn't situated very nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: JUST GO! Go to your courtyard or something! GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, okay! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: IT'S SO BIGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -goes to balcony on top floor- OH! I know why I can't see it! There's a cloud blocking it [ ): ]&lt;br /&gt;But the light behind the cloud's really bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: -LOL- I can see it from here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG WAIT. WAIT. THE CLOUD'S MOVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG! THE CLOUD IS f***king HUGE! OMG OMG OMG OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: SEE! I TOLD YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAIT! I TAKE PICTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...seeing as my usb cable for my phone is with him and that my usb cable for my digi cam is missing, you shall have to make do with my sucky drawings ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BE GRATEFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. LOOKIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104110005146057954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_50fvdwEb3p0/RtVxAcc_fOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DdbSvaO-Oq0/s320/moon1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what happened about 5 seconds after I said the 'there's a cloud blocking it' line. It happened in approximately less than 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104110494772329714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_50fvdwEb3p0/RtVxc8c_fPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mwTBvMnCoNs/s320/moon2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is it in comparison to all the buildings around it. OKAY FINE. Maybe not THAT big, but ALMOST AS. REALLY REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh, for pete's sake. If you're reading my blog on the 29th of August 2007, like, now, GET YOUR BUTTS OFF YOUR CHAIRS AND GO LOOK AT THE MOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't, and you know me in real life, then look for me. I have pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE PRETTAYYE MOON (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Now, if only it wasn't a sign that the world's not in very good health ): ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-7126407345966784263?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7126407345966784263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=7126407345966784263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/7126407345966784263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/7126407345966784263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/round-round-baby.html' title='ROUND ROUND, BABY!'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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://bp3.blogger.com/_50fvdwEb3p0/RtVxAcc_fOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DdbSvaO-Oq0/s72-c/moon1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20643997.post-4907095170827776579</id><published>2007-08-26T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:02:21.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heehee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I R TEH H*RNY B*TCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I R LOVING MAH H*RNY B*ST*RD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-4907095170827776579?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4907095170827776579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=4907095170827776579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/4907095170827776579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/4907095170827776579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/heehee.html' title='heehee.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-4040687143669274645</id><published>2007-08-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:24:26.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's When I Love You</title><content type='html'>I LEARNT HOW TO PLAY POOL TODAY! (well. sorta...THANK YOU XIN YI, FEI DE AND &lt;em&gt;baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Heh. Had so much fun today in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss ya, Ramya ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL TRY TO SEE YA OFF ON FRIDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;I discovered this song on stephadesh's bloggo...&amp;amp; omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly what I wanna say to you, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear you stumble when you speak&lt;br /&gt;or see you walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you endlessly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when &lt;em&gt;you're mad&lt;/em&gt; cause you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lost a game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget i'm waiting in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's &lt;strong&gt;my promise made tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;em&gt;nothing you do could change my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;more I learn&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;more I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;more my heart can't get enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love you no matter what&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause the movie, it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you a little more each time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;when you can't quite match your clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;strong&gt;when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more than you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you forget that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that look that you give when you show up late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's&lt;strong&gt; my promise made tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;em&gt;nothing you do could change my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;more I learn&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;more I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;em&gt;I love you no matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;When nothing baby&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you do could change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more i love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;Thats when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that quizzes are utter BS, but these made me feel better. So there! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz result 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He loves you, and you love him. Hold on to this one, girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz Result 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You love him, but he has to work to make the relationship stronger, coz your love is a little unstable. That is, if he wants a future with you, which you're a little doubtful about. If he DOES want a future, he has to show signs that he'll be a great partner. I'm sure he will be one. Don't forget that little things count as well. Dates at least once a fortnight, and frequent calls will ensure that you both will be together for a long time to come, maybe even till marriage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz Result 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a fairly healthy relationship, but it's not quite perfect. Are you still self conscious around them? Work on that one issue, and you'll be a heaven-made match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz Result 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love...keep it up and your love will last forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz Result 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He loves you! Girl you two were meant for each other and you know it! You guys just keep it up and nothing will be able to tear you guys apart! *bowing* congratulations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence&lt;em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Edmond and Jules de Goncourt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only from the heart can you touch the sky."&lt;br /&gt;-Jalaluddin Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je T'aime, my love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-4040687143669274645?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4040687143669274645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=4040687143669274645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/4040687143669274645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/4040687143669274645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-when-i-love-you.html' title='That&apos;s When I Love You'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-2706995427216003714</id><published>2007-08-14T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:59:19.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>okay so i'm just sitting here. listening to 'Gone' by Switchfoot. They started singing about how Frank Sinatra and Elvis and his mom are gone O_o. LOL. Well. Blah. Got called dumb for doing what my heart told me to do. BUT WHO CARES RIGHT! xoxo, babe. &lt;3 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;my days have been pretty hectic and crazy for the past 1 3/4 months. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;r/s up and downs (mostly downs...altho the ups were great)&lt;br /&gt;I know I did my share of wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm not to be totally blamed okay. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is gone gone gone gone gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start afreshhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'immoral' is a nice word. pity it's wrong though =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing lasts in life&lt;br /&gt;life is a day that doesn't last for long&lt;br /&gt;life is more than money&lt;br /&gt;time was never money&lt;br /&gt;time was never cash&lt;br /&gt;life is still more than gold&lt;br /&gt;life is more than hundred dollar bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...in the midst of common tests now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMBINED SCIENCES AND HISTORY PAPERS TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've studied for all of them, but I'm afraid that I'm still gonna flunk. Aww man ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT THE F**K? I'M GROUNDED AGAIN? SHEEEEEEEEESH. WHAT THE F**K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood just sky rocketed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-2706995427216003714?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2706995427216003714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=2706995427216003714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/2706995427216003714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/2706995427216003714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-6170779109633030220</id><published>2007-08-11T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:46:10.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but sighs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Neuroticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(150,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(255,100,100) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 64%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(150,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,150) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(100,100,255) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 49%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,150) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Openness To Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,90,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(85,159,85) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 46%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,90,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,128,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Agreeableness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(144,115,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(255,241,170) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 41%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(144,115,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(251,212,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(149,99,151) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 15%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(128,0,128); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are neither a subdued loner nor a jovial chatterbox. You enjoy time with others but also time alone. Stressful and frustrating situations can often be upsetting to you, but you are sometimes able to get over these feelings and cope with these situations. A desire for tradition does not prevent you from trying new things. Your thinking is neither simple nor complex. To others you appear to be a well-educated person but not an intellectual. You have some concern with others' needs, and are generally pleasant, sympathetic, and cooperative. You like to live for the moment and do what feels good now. Your work tends to be careless and disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" ms="y'" p=" target="&gt;Test Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" rel="'nofollow'" ms="y&amp;ur=" p=" target="&gt;Compare Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" a="personality-tests&amp;amp;x=" p=" target=_blank rel="&gt;View Full Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Market Leading &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Online Survey Software&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-6170779109633030220?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6170779109633030220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=6170779109633030220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/6170779109633030220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/6170779109633030220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/08/nothing-but-sighs.html' title='Nothing but sighs.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-7595085888994786630</id><published>2007-07-31T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:24:29.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not have a phone but i'm getting on pretty okay :D</title><content type='html'>hey hey people! i know i haven't posted in like, aaaaaaages. and i'm so sorry! it's just that things have been really hectic nowadays. not that i'm complaining! my mom finally accepted me having a relationship! it's great, but daddy doesn't know yet and i think i'mma keep it that way for awhile. i know what i should do and shouldn't do, so don't worry guys! (: i'll study hard and i hope he does too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i was bored after homework so i took a few quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here be results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Be a Cool Parent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/parent-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.&lt;br /&gt;While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.&lt;br /&gt;You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/"&gt;Would You Be a Cool Parent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffa5b2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance&lt;br /&gt;You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea&lt;br /&gt;The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Aren't Picky at All&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoutoopickywhenitcomestomenquiz/picky-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty easy on the guys you date, and that works out well...&lt;br /&gt;As long as they're good guys with the best intentions!&lt;br /&gt;Your lax approach to dating is leaving you vulnerable to any jerk who chooses to take advantage of you.&lt;br /&gt;Raise your standards a bit, and your relationships will almost instantly approve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoutoopickywhenitcomestomenquiz/"&gt;Are You Too Picky When It Comes To Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An Understanding Girlfriend!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/understanding-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You care about your guy, so much that you tend to put him first&lt;br /&gt;And while this makes your relationship smooth, sometimes you let big things slide&lt;br /&gt;Still be your understanding self, but if something really bothers you - let your guy know&lt;br /&gt;He'll still want you, even if you occasionally disagree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA I CANNOT GO OUT ALREADY. ZZZ. NO WAY I'MMA TELL DAD. WTF. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-7595085888994786630?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7595085888994786630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=7595085888994786630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/7595085888994786630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/7595085888994786630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-may-not-have-phone-but-im-getting-on.html' title='I may not have a phone but i&apos;m getting on pretty okay :D'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-5531635976281118493</id><published>2007-07-25T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:01:52.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello death</title><content type='html'>my handphone is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-5531635976281118493?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5531635976281118493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=5531635976281118493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/5531635976281118493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/5531635976281118493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-death.html' title='hello death'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-8290216104964687638</id><published>2007-07-08T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:33:58.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM RESURRECTED.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA. MY PHONE'S IN MY HANDS ONCE MORE! -kisses phone-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-8290216104964687638?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8290216104964687638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=8290216104964687638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/8290216104964687638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/8290216104964687638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-resurrected.html' title='I AM RESURRECTED.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-1402955557409774730</id><published>2007-07-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:03:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doooooom. -dies-</title><content type='html'>my handphone is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;confiscated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahhhh. will let you know when i'm resurrected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-1402955557409774730?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1402955557409774730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=1402955557409774730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/1402955557409774730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/1402955557409774730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/doooooom-dies.html' title='doooooom. -dies-'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-6567357410138635094</id><published>2007-06-28T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:21:30.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Star</title><content type='html'>Shooting star...&lt;br /&gt;Take me to where they are...&lt;br /&gt;They who live in the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;A black hole of nothingness&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness envelopes my presence&lt;br /&gt;Shrouding my existence&lt;br /&gt;An acrimonious sense of desolateness&lt;br /&gt;A vision of exquisiteness&lt;br /&gt;True beauty.&lt;br /&gt;In a distorted, grotesque form&lt;br /&gt;A fraility like no other&lt;br /&gt;So translucent.&lt;br /&gt;Fine gossamer on a shrub&lt;br /&gt;A taciturn.&lt;br /&gt;Laconism is omnipresent&lt;br /&gt;in a maze of never ending spirals&lt;br /&gt;an unsurmountable mountain&lt;br /&gt;unrestrained.&lt;br /&gt;shooting star...&lt;br /&gt;take me to where they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i hate it when you're like that.&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/20643997-6567357410138635094?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6567357410138635094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=6567357410138635094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/6567357410138635094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Put on my face&lt;br /&gt;The one that's gonna get me&lt;br /&gt;Through another day&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;How I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life is like a game sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;then you came around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walls just disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing to surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;keep me from my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm unprotected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how I've opened up&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've made me trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've never felt like this before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;naked&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;Does it show?&lt;br /&gt;You see right through me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it feels so right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to remember&lt;br /&gt;Why I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;To be myself and let the&lt;br /&gt;Covers fall away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I never had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To help me, to help me fit&lt;br /&gt;In my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never felt like this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm naked&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;Does it show?&lt;br /&gt;You see right through me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it feels so right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Does it show?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm naked&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, yeah yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so naked around you&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're gonna &lt;strong&gt;see right through&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wise men say, only fools rush in. but i can't help falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rawr. Dec 06!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079566238376643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_50fvdwEb3p0/Rn4-lMOByhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/njnK5nEuOpE/s320/DSCF1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I MISS JAPAN! -sigh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-3189176504627436981?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3189176504627436981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=3189176504627436981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>The Getaway.</title><content type='html'>Here I am again&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting at a red light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both hands on the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How am I supposed to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;First you wanna be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you say you need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Giving mixed signals and signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's so hard to let you in&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you might slam the brakes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't keep coming back to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you're in the mood&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whisper something sweet in my ear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause every time I think you're gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You show up in my rearview mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this just a detour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I gotta be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you really mean what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic in my brain's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is more than I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-7200959506627873286?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7200959506627873286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-20643997.post-233835214415242687</id><published>2007-06-13T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:29:13.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come for the chosen ones to be summoned...</title><content type='html'>Steph wanted Kuroii-hime to do this but the princess's blog is on hiatus. It will be revived when people vote for her so that she can get to the next round of &lt;a href="http://www.teenage.com.sg/Teenage.Web/HomePage/Content.aspx?key=teenage_icon"&gt;Teenage Icon&lt;/a&gt;. So I shall play heroine and do it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DA RULES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts by stating 6 weird things about himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;- The player has to state the rule clearly in his/her post.&lt;br /&gt;- The player than tags 6 other person.&lt;br /&gt;- The player than states with 6 person he/she tagged.&lt;br /&gt;- Each person tagged has to state 6 weird things about himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;- Each person tagged has to continue the game and it goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can tell you something and forget what I told you 2 seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I randomly burst into asthmatic spasms of laughter. Some last for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like rocks. I talk to rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bananas and electronic objects too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'd rather eat celery than eat capsicum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like to wear new clothes at home, just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHOSEN SIX :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hitsugaya Taichou (Kekiyo Uchida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LENA THE HYENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Faris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jia En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Evon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-233835214415242687?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/233835214415242687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=233835214415242687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/233835214415242687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/233835214415242687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-has-come-for-chosen-ones-to-be.html' title='The time has come for the chosen ones to be summoned...'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-8633424400445173000</id><published>2007-06-12T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:56:15.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>WOO. It's been SO long since I last posted, eh? Lol. WELL. There's so much that happened that it would take about a good fifty odd posts to jot down. Okay I know I owe you guys a massive post. But you guys know me. I'm too darn lazy to do so. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I WILL do, though, is to write down whatever random stuff that comes to my mind in the next 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? Here we go.. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fishballs&lt;br /&gt;-grass mowers&lt;br /&gt;-sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;-parrots&lt;br /&gt;-helicopters&lt;br /&gt;-rice grains&lt;br /&gt;-feathers&lt;br /&gt;-the number 63.&lt;br /&gt;-traffic lights&lt;br /&gt;-Japanese war planes&lt;br /&gt;-the twin towers in Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;-christmas ornaments&lt;br /&gt;-cartoon pig butts&lt;br /&gt;-Dallas, Texas&lt;br /&gt;-Spongebob Squarepants&lt;br /&gt;-a scepter&lt;br /&gt;-relient K&lt;br /&gt;-BoA&lt;br /&gt;-the number 10.&lt;br /&gt;-pirates&lt;br /&gt;-porridge&lt;br /&gt;-tuna&lt;br /&gt;-window grilles&lt;br /&gt;-pills&lt;br /&gt;-cameras&lt;br /&gt;-Atlantica&lt;br /&gt;-Mulan&lt;br /&gt;-toes&lt;br /&gt;-cauldrons&lt;br /&gt;-spears&lt;br /&gt;-carrots&lt;br /&gt;-thousand island salad dressing&lt;br /&gt;-the square root of 9875263 is?&lt;br /&gt;-jumbo&lt;br /&gt;-oompa loompas&lt;br /&gt;-blueberry chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-fishes&lt;br /&gt;-trees&lt;br /&gt;-spaceships&lt;br /&gt;-aliens&lt;br /&gt;-grizzly bears&lt;br /&gt;-mud skippers&lt;br /&gt;-paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Okay that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma go take a random quiz. Hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-takes quiz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/somewhat-normal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ookay. Heh. Who's afraid of me now? &gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. I'm not that scary, aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sings- I got mah freaaaak onnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*. Sorry, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. How do you guys like the new blog skin? Kinda from a different category as compared to all the previous blog skins eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick summary on what's been going on in my life (not 100% complete):&lt;br /&gt;-got a job&lt;br /&gt;-got fired (unjustified unemployment)&lt;br /&gt;-slacked&lt;br /&gt;-slacked somemore&lt;br /&gt;-went to Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;-went shopping&lt;br /&gt;-am sitting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, I've nothing else to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe? Well believe it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again if anymore random things come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, arrivederci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-8633424400445173000?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8633424400445173000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=8633424400445173000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/8633424400445173000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/8633424400445173000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;M ALIVE!'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-3424891760579668067</id><published>2007-05-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:00:33.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers' Day,  13/5/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY TO ALL MOMS OUT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And kids, if you're gonna give mommy a special treat only today, THEN DON'T DO IT AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, loadsa single moms are struggling out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE THANKFUL FOR WHAT YOU'VE GOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 momo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ciaos-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-3424891760579668067?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3424891760579668067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=3424891760579668067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/3424891760579668067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/3424891760579668067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-13507.html' title='Mothers&apos; Day,  13/5/07'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-5699558793449827043</id><published>2007-05-11T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:50:57.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing Cockroach :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OKAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay FINE. I know the picture of the dead cockroach is disturbing. Lol. But there ain't no way that I'mma remove it, cuuuuuuuuuuuz..I love making you guys feel disturbed. MUAHAHAHAHA. *ahem*. Anyway, I'm not blogging just cuz of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I think if you're smart or if I've told you'd before you'd know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could turn back time and change who I was and the mistakes I made, I SO would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-5699558793449827043?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5699558793449827043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=5699558793449827043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/5699558793449827043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/5699558793449827043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/disturbing-cockroach-d.html' title='Disturbing Cockroach :D'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-5752285965729703774</id><published>2007-05-11T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:01:58.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and the Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever sat down and thought about life? When I say life, I mean simple things like...listening to the sound of gravel crunching below your feet whenever you walk home in your beatup school sneakers...or actually taking the time to notice a dead cockroach...in all honesty, a cockroach is actually really beautiful when it's dead. Okay...I know that looked a little wrong, but really. It's legs are grotesquely bent out of shape, it's head is twisted in such an angle that it you can actually picture the suffering it went through before it finally died...and the other pests that torment it even after it's dead....the ants, crawling all over it's helpless body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063174259261167826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_50fvdwEb3p0/RkQCKbcp2NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f0C4Wj6_eUU/s320/dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;em&gt;Can't you see the pain in it's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Okay, fine. I know it's dead but you get my point right? Yeah...sometimes, simple things like..walking in complete silence, hearing a dead leaf being crunched under your shoe, being soaked in the sun's warm rays...sometimes it's pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need some time out every now and then. We all need to just stop, breathe and &lt;em&gt;notice &lt;/em&gt;things. Beauty, &lt;em&gt;art, &lt;/em&gt;can be found in anything. You just have to know where to look. Whether it's serenity or loud jpop prints that you call art, ultimately, everyone has their own views of the road they choose to take on their journey of life. Choosing which route you want to embark on for your future is definitely not easy, even for the most experienced. Especially if there's pressure. Dreams can come true, but are most dreams even worth chasing after? It depends on the person and their ability to push their potential to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote Les Brown, "Life has no limitations, except the ones you make."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about limitations. Everyone wants to live their dreams don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another person I would like to quote. The person who said this is unknown, but it's beautiful. "It is never easy to keep reaching for dreams. Strength and courage can sometimes be lonely friends. But those who reach, walk in stardust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. That's just about what i have to say. Oh and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;              ARE.&lt;br /&gt;                        PWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-5752285965729703774?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5752285965729703774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=5752285965729703774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/5752285965729703774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/5752285965729703774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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://bp0.blogger.com/_50fvdwEb3p0/RkQCKbcp2NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f0C4Wj6_eUU/s72-c/dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20643997.post-3517555751727180981</id><published>2007-05-03T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:40:56.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m over your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over your games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I’m over you asking me&lt;br /&gt;When you know I’m not okay&lt;br /&gt;You call me at night&lt;br /&gt;And I pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;And though you be tellin’ me&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that’s why your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized&lt;br /&gt;I’m over it, I’m over it&lt;br /&gt;I’m over&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanting you to be wanting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that ain’t no way to be&lt;br /&gt;How I feel, read my lips&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m so over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( I'm so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Movin’ on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never were a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a little bit&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m over your hands&lt;br /&gt;And I’m over your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Trying to drag me down and fill me with self doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that’s why your world&lt;br /&gt;I’m over it&lt;br /&gt;So sure&lt;br /&gt;I’m over it&lt;br /&gt;I’m not your girl&lt;br /&gt;I’m over it, I’m over it&lt;br /&gt;I’m over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanting you to be wanting me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that ain’t no way to be&lt;br /&gt;How I feel, read my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m so over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(I’m so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Movin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You never were a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a little bit&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so over it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Don’t call, Don’t come by&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no use don’t ask me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ll never change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There'll be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no more crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the rain&lt;br /&gt;No, oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I’m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanting you to be wanting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that ain’t no way to be&lt;br /&gt;How I feel, Read my lips&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m so over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I’m so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Movin’ on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it’s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never were a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a little bit&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m so over it&lt;br /&gt;I’m over it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanting you to be wanting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that ain’t no way to be)&lt;br /&gt;How I feel, read my lips&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m so over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I’m so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Movin’ on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never were a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a little bit&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now I’m so over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So over it&lt;br /&gt;So over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-3517555751727180981?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3517555751727180981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=3517555751727180981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/3517555751727180981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/3517555751727180981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/over-it.html' title='over it'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-3317791056360621531</id><published>2007-05-01T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:36:42.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's labour day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.Pimp-Text.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="http://www.Pimp-Text.com/ - Pimp Text" alt="http://www.Pimp-Text.com/ - Pimp Text" src="http://3.UploadMirror.com/uploaded/7/601/pimp_text_05_01_2007_05_24_17_87399.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also MIKE'S birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO ALL APRIL BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered where babies came from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i did a little research and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059538049754060978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_50fvdwEb3p0/RjcXDLcp2LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U4zNTKCaUTA/s320/pottedbabies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, never trust the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ask mommy or daddy if you want to know the TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Or you can go surf porn. That would be so wrong though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, lotsa kids are doing exactly that these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WRONG IMPRESSION OF SEX IS BEING SENT OUT TO INNOCENT KIDS, PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP THE MADNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, big bad men (or women) are out there. Be careful with what you disclose on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THAT, I bid you farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYBERRY HAD A FARM, FWAH FWAH FWAH FWAH FWAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I won't be blogging again til after the mid terms. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TATAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-3317791056360621531?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3317791056360621531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=3317791056360621531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/3317791056360621531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/3317791056360621531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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://bp2.blogger.com/_50fvdwEb3p0/RjcXDLcp2LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U4zNTKCaUTA/s72-c/pottedbabies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20643997.post-8765846873008196542</id><published>2007-04-01T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:25:18.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madam Q [Steakhouse]</title><content type='html'>HELLO BELOVED PEOPLE! This post shall be for the sole purpose of advertising the new restaurant down the road! I'm doing this for them cuz I like the owners. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ambience is really nice (the music's great and the cushions on the wall give the place a really cosy feel. The warm orange hued lighting works with the whole thing too.) [they've just opened, the deco and the seats are gonna get even better :D] {AND THEY HAVE A NICELY SITUATED RESTROOM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; staff are friendly. (the waiters are nice. the owners are REALLY nice. every once in awhile, &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;would come along and ask how your meal is going. [ to some it may be irritating, but they do it so nicely that i didn't mind (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the food's good. (buy the pasta! the pasta's goooood. :D PLUS, everything's halal! the two masters behind the success of the food tasting so gooood are muslims. so it HAS to be halal. One of the owners, Katherine..or Catherine..told my mom, dad and I that she's gonna go get the halal cert soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; they do customized menus. For example, if you want to celebrate your birthday there or something, they can do up a customized menu just for you! (psst. I may celebrate mine there :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; it's near home &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Steakhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;is located at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jalan Leban&lt;/span&gt; (off &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Upper Thomson Road&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 577552 Fax: 6552 1407&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6552 1407&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO THERE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. and the tiramisu HAS NO ALCOHOL IN IT. so for those of you who &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; can't hold your alcohol (like ME), that's another plus point. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-8765846873008196542?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8765846873008196542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=8765846873008196542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/8765846873008196542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/8765846873008196542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/madam-q-steakhouse.html' title='Madam Q [Steakhouse]'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-6556121204665011093</id><published>2007-03-26T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:53:28.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO.</title><content type='html'>Got this from steph's blog. Get well soon steph &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start Time--&lt;br /&gt;8.42PM&lt;br /&gt;2. Name--&lt;br /&gt;sherylene&lt;br /&gt;3. Zodiac sign--&lt;br /&gt;taurus&lt;br /&gt;4. Gender--&lt;br /&gt;female&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye color--&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite color--&lt;br /&gt;chocolate brown&lt;br /&gt;7. Glasses--&lt;br /&gt;have to but noooo. (:&lt;br /&gt;8. Tattoos--&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;9. Single or taken-- taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAVE YOU EVER*&lt;br /&gt;12. Cut ur own hair?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;13. Done something you regret?:&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;14. Skipped school?:&lt;br /&gt;a coupla times (WITH MC).&lt;br /&gt;15. Bungee-jumped?:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;16. Punched someone?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. xD&lt;br /&gt;17. Cheated on a test?:&lt;br /&gt;-puts finger to lips-&lt;br /&gt;18. Been arrested?:&lt;br /&gt;naw&lt;br /&gt;19. Broken into someone's house?:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;20. Been Rejected?:&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*. yep.&lt;br /&gt;21. Been to a funeral?:&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;22. Used a lighter?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;23. Been on stage?:&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAVORITE*&lt;br /&gt;24. Season--&lt;br /&gt;spring.&lt;br /&gt;25. Food--&lt;br /&gt;food that i feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;27. Candy--&lt;br /&gt;uh. a variety? xD&lt;br /&gt;28. Breakfast--&lt;br /&gt;SAUSAGES. or black pepper turkey.( WHAT?)&lt;br /&gt;29. Person--&lt;br /&gt;no one applies. God is my Lord &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;30. Book--&lt;br /&gt;can you say rooomance? xD&lt;br /&gt;32. River--&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. but the mirror LAKE in New Zealand is really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;33. Place--&lt;br /&gt;HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;br /&gt;34. Sport to watch on TV--&lt;br /&gt;uh..UHHH..ice skating?&lt;br /&gt;35. Disney movie--&lt;br /&gt;many. prefer those live action ones though. if you're talkin traditional Disney films..then i say..Lady and The Tramp (:&lt;br /&gt;36. Disney Princess--&lt;br /&gt;cinderella! xD&lt;br /&gt;37. Name for a son--&lt;br /&gt;uhs..Luke..? Zavier..? Matthew..?&lt;br /&gt;38. Name for a daughter--&lt;br /&gt;Candy? um..Jewel..uh..Hazel..I DON'T KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;39. Chocolate or vanilla? --&lt;br /&gt;everybody's lovin' choco laaatteeee! xD&lt;br /&gt;40. Coffee or Capp--&lt;br /&gt;capp.&lt;br /&gt;41. Long relationships or one-nightstands?:&lt;br /&gt;LONG.&lt;br /&gt;43. Scary movies or comedies?--&lt;br /&gt;comedies. FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;44. Short or long hair on the opposite sex?--&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs- as long as it looks nice. xD&lt;br /&gt;45. Croutons or bacon bits--&lt;br /&gt;BACON GOOOOOD. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FIRST THINGS THAT COME TO MIND*&lt;br /&gt;46. Chainsaws--&lt;br /&gt;trees? poor fairies.&lt;br /&gt;47. School--&lt;br /&gt;..bird butts.&lt;br /&gt;48. Cows--&lt;br /&gt;the ozone layer.&lt;br /&gt;49. Canada--&lt;br /&gt;maple leaves.&lt;br /&gt;50. Mouse--&lt;br /&gt;mickey.&lt;br /&gt;51. Hand--&lt;br /&gt;hi-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IN THE PAST 3 DAYS, HAVE YOU*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Talked on the phone?:&lt;br /&gt;YEP.&lt;br /&gt;53. Watched a movie?:&lt;br /&gt;nope =(&lt;br /&gt;54. Cried?:&lt;br /&gt;naw.&lt;br /&gt;55. Smoked?:&lt;br /&gt;no. no. and no,&lt;br /&gt;56. Drank a glass of water?:&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;57. Used drugs?:&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;58. Read a book or magazine?:&lt;br /&gt;yeppers.&lt;br /&gt;59. Watched TV?:&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;60. kissed someone--&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;61. Taken a shower?--&lt;br /&gt;yeah DUH. ewww. haven't YOU taken one?&lt;br /&gt;62. Taken a picture?--&lt;br /&gt;uh. can't remember x.x&lt;br /&gt;63. Listened to music?--&lt;br /&gt;yep (:&lt;br /&gt;64. Told someone you loved them?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;65. Watched a football game ontv?:&lt;br /&gt;naw.&lt;br /&gt;66. time u ended?:&lt;br /&gt;8:53PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-6556121204665011093?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6556121204665011093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=6556121204665011093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/6556121204665011093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/6556121204665011093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/yo.html' title='YO.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-117025525147951233</id><published>2007-01-31T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:54:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOOOOOOS! UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>Hello people! I know I haven't updated in a looong time. Apologies! Lol. Hmms. I flunked my maths test by 1 mark. One. &lt;strong&gt;ONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Dammit, I hate myself so much for that. Such a stupid mistake too. -_-. 0.5 x 0.5 = 2.5. WTF?! I must have been asleep. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Emath tuition today. 'Cher saw the mistake and asked me to get her a bucket so that she could vomit blood. -_-. We went through the paper to see how many marks my careless mistakes cost me. Guess how many. 11. Out of 30. My score? 14. Plus 11. 25. 25/30. Oh good Lord. Did lots and lots of sums in preparation for next week's common test. I'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Braces hurt. Well, to me anyway. Can't eat properly, dang it. They're pretty though. Purple and white. (:  Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing too eventful has happened to me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. actually there is. Those who know, know. Those who don't...well...too bad. If you know me, ask me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests next week and history test tomorrow. (&lt;em&gt;Kiasu&lt;/em&gt; teachers.) Didn't bring history textbook home. *shrugs* That would explain the decline in my history scores. (: Yeah, that and the fact that I never do history nor social studies assignments. (: [i DO..just..late. *laughs*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I'll bring you more adventures of this oh so melodramatic biatch the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, ciaoz! Hugs and kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-117025525147951233?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/117025525147951233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=117025525147951233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/117025525147951233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/117025525147951233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/booooooos-update.html' title='BOOOOOOOS! UPDATE!'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-116939205222969275</id><published>2007-01-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:40:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA. I &lt;3 SP.</title><content type='html'>Okay guys. I know I haven't updated in absolutely AGES, but here's sth. I won't be updating much tho. =&lt;br /&gt;VID OF J.E.P TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-GhfXnEYAk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-GhfXnEYAk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeppers. Done by: Steph- i love her for it. ahaha. Chloe contributed too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 JAPAN AND SP. I sooooo wanna go back this year =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-116939205222969275?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116939205222969275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=116939205222969275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116939205222969275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116939205222969275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/lalala-i-3-sp.html' title='LALALA. I &lt;3 SP.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-116184158036439943</id><published>2006-10-26T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:46:20.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick one.</title><content type='html'>quick post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Created Everything, Did He Create Evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A University professor at a well-known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did God create everything that exists?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God created everything?" The professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil.  And, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the &lt;strong&gt;Christian faith was a myth&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," replied the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of question is this?  Of course it exists.  Have you never been cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other students snickered at the young man's question.The young man replied, "In fact, sir, cold does not exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy.  Absolute zero (-460 F) is the total absence of heat.  And all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature.  Cold does not exist.  We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student continued, "Professor, does darkness exist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor responded, "Of course it does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Once again you are wrong, sir, darkness does not exist either.  Darkness is in reality the absence of light.  Light we can study, but not darkness.  In fact, we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color.  You cannot measure darkness.  A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it.  How can you know how dark a certain space is?  You measure the amount of light present.  Isn't this correct?  Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young man asked the professor, &lt;strong&gt;"Sir, does evil exist?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said.  We see it everyday.  It is in the daily examples of man's inhumanity to man.  It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.  &lt;strong&gt;These manifestations are nothing else but evil&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, "&lt;strong&gt;Evil does not exist&lt;/strong&gt;, sir, or at least it does not exist &lt;strong&gt;unto itself.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Evil is simply the absence of God&lt;/strong&gt;.  It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God did not create evil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt; Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart&lt;/em&gt;.  It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat, or the darkness that comes when there is no light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man's name -- Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-116184158036439943?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116184158036439943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=116184158036439943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116184158036439943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116184158036439943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/quick-one.html' title='quick one.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-116122291085336554</id><published>2006-10-19T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:55:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellos!</title><content type='html'>HEYS ALL! Blogging in school com lab now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took some career survey thing. Turns out, my &lt;strong&gt;abilities &lt;/strong&gt;and my &lt;strong&gt;interests&lt;/strong&gt; aren't suited for the job I &lt;strong&gt;thought &lt;/strong&gt;I wanted. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they said (after the detailed inspection of my interests and abilities) that I could be either an &lt;strong&gt;Artist (Visual Arts) &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;Graphic Designer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH at the selected jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;nothing &lt;/strong&gt;close to what I enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, now, it really hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SURVEYS AREN'T ACCURATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults make up these kind of surveys simply to while away the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's my theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are being passed around the class now. I'm shivering with both nervousness as well as hunger. Dang, I think I'm having some sort of gastric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm gonna go off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciaos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-116122291085336554?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116122291085336554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=116122291085336554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116122291085336554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116122291085336554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/hellos.html' title='hellos!'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-116100840732780919</id><published>2006-10-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:42:43.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fwah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, yes. LONG POST coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST UP, let me tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 2 fairy friends and a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahhhheeemmm.* (assumes story teller voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONCE UPON A TIME,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lived a cow in the magical land of Zoomdabala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now, the creatures in the magical land of Zoomdabala only communicated via one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FWAH! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. You see, these creatures only understood this &lt;strong&gt;one word&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, all the creatures were very good friends with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as shown by this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also lived 2 fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the white wand was called Shery and the one with the pink wand was called Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they were the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shery &amp; steph ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;One fine day, though, Shery and Steph had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph got so pissed that she flew up and punched Shery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"FWAH!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Shery yelped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Steph got stamped on by Shery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"FWAH&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;em&gt; screamed Steph.&lt;/em&gt;Shery walked away in triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT LITTLE DID SHE KNOW..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Steph had already recooperated from the shock and had decided to retaliate by kicking Shery in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shery let out a large, ear piercing "FWAH!" and then proceeded to fall onto the ground, wincing with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From over exertion of her physical abilities and the wounds she endured during the fierce battle, Steph fell on the ground too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fallen -heroines- (okay not really heroines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So kids, WHAT DO WE LEARN FROM THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER TO OUR PROBLEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Good. Now that my post has some moral value content, we shall move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KIDS, DO NOT READ ON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're under 13 lah. If you're my friend, heck, this should be of no shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEMI-TEEN/M18 CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/warnin1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM HMM.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this, my friends, is a cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is solidified c*m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is a d*ck. sorry about your name being in the bg, nita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a picture speaks a thousand words. (in this case, it speaks 5. [the teeth say it all.])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is a sperm. (i know it looks like a key)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'nuff shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ISN'T SEMI-TEEN/M18 CONTENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS SCIENTIFIC EDUCATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the education criteria of my post is now fufilled. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I shall leave you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember, my dear readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FWAH! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-116100840732780919?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116100840732780919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=116100840732780919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116100840732780919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116100840732780919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/fwah.html' title='fwah'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-116049343786659725</id><published>2006-10-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:17:17.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over; NZ HAMSTER GIRL &lt;-wth</title><content type='html'>Woah. Okay. So I haven't posted since the 24th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Overall : Uhh..I think I should be able to get into 3Endeavour next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English : Is there a need to say any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese : 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math : Paper 2 was a disappointment...Paper 1...careless mistakes. (I might fail, I might not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science : So-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature : Ditto English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography : Fairly well. ^^. A few careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. DnT tomorrow and I still haven't studied. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I earned myself another weird nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ready???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/chloemejiaen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm the one in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do I look hamster-like to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well. One person thinks so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(10:12 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;(10:12 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;OMG WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE A HAMSTER!!&lt;br /&gt;(10:12 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;should start calling u hamster girl or something&lt;br /&gt;(10:12 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(10:12 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;hamster girl!&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;NZ hamster girl&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head on table*&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;COOL&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;....*DIES*.&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;and dont come back&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;(im supposed to be dead)&lt;br /&gt;(10:13 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;SHHH&lt;br /&gt;(10:14 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;the dead dont talk&lt;br /&gt;(10:14 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;(so i'll talk in brackets)&lt;br /&gt;(10:14 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;(10:14 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;HAMSTER LIKE MEH!?&lt;br /&gt;(10:14 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;actually would u prefer to look like a cow?&lt;br /&gt;(10:14 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;..no.&lt;br /&gt;(10:14 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;if not just accept hamster and dont make noise&lt;br /&gt;(10:15 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;because i draw cows pretty well&lt;br /&gt;(10:15 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;...you're evil.&lt;br /&gt;(10:15 PM) beNN™:&lt;br /&gt;do u want me to draw YOU&lt;br /&gt;(10:15 PM) shery.:&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! OMGWTFBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/WHAAAAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine. I GIVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos all. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-116049343786659725?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116049343786659725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=116049343786659725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116049343786659725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/116049343786659725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-are-over-nz-hamster-girl-wth.html' title='Exams are over; NZ HAMSTER GIRL &lt;-wth'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115902995182515173</id><published>2006-09-24T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:45:51.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whatever luh. sometimes, i just feel like the whole bloody world is against me, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who even gives a microscopic damn about how i feel, what i think or what i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one, i tell you, no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll bet that if i happen to just vanish from the face of the Earth, no one would care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, maybe they'd notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they'd come across the fact that shery chan is gone and pay attention to it for like, one second and then they'd shrug and walk away, carrying on with their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe people do care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe people do notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they certainly aren't showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/whatever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is now officially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ON HIATUS.&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/20643997-115902995182515173?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115902995182515173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115902995182515173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115902995182515173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115902995182515173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/whatever-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115876570323512707</id><published>2006-09-20T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:21:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dum dum dum.</title><content type='html'>mmm. exams are coming. but i'm slacking like nobody's business. i know. i gotta study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few days have been pretty uneventful luh. except for the emceeing thing and the random tests here and there...yeah, life's been pretty mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. sometimes, i just hate myself, y'know? i hardly hate other humans. but there's one human in particular whom i find extremely hard to dislike. arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hating &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;seems to be the furthest destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is just like another red light in the busy highway of my so called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just at another crossroad. Yup. Stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a little something I came up with fairly recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like neon signs&lt;br /&gt;like traffic lights&lt;br /&gt;life's a highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like crossroads&lt;br /&gt;like t-junctions&lt;br /&gt;life's a highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the stench of gasoline&lt;br /&gt;like the pungence of pollution&lt;br /&gt;life's a highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the morning rush&lt;br /&gt;like the evening jam&lt;br /&gt;life's a highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like accidents,&lt;br /&gt;caused by careless mistakes&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. so...yeah, that's about it luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a highway, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greenlight's gonna come on soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatas&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;sheray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115876570323512707?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115876570323512707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115876570323512707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115876570323512707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115876570323512707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/dum-dum-dum.html' title='dum dum dum.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115747181830694957</id><published>2006-09-05T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:07:32.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POOL. WATER BOMBS. BUTTER. CHOCOLATE. FAKE SNOW. MAI HAM! (AND SO MUCH MORE) AHH! MADNESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Auditioned. I am now level 6! muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then, went to Fiona's place around 5+. Made it into a cab a few minutes before the peak hour cut off. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the uncle went, "Going to meet who? Your boyfriend or your girlfriend ah? If like that hor, uncle will purposely go a longer way. Make you late! Hahahahahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: =___=. Err..girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No la! Class barbeque! Except that the guys are not going and only about ten of the girls are going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What school are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mayflower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh..Sec what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sec two lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Express or Normal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Express."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orhh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orh! Class barbeque ah! With who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH MY GOSH. -___-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A few girls lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, upon nearing Grandeur 8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Where do you want uncle to drop you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um..near the entrance lor. My friends will be waiting there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orh, this group of guys arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Oh. *Notices group of Mayflowerian dudes.* (Not that uncle knew they were from Mayflower.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonono! Girls. Entrance there can liao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, five dollars please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psst. He was being so friendly, I thought I'd get a free ride but NOOOO. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hands over ten bucks and waits for change.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you! Bye bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Walks into Grandeur 8.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Steph &amp; Peck Hui : HIIII SHERRAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: O___O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HI GUYS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;The three of us wave maniacally*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Steph says "My butt is wet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My butt is wet. So is Peck Hui's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: O__O. (Yes, again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I glance, no, stare at Peck Hui.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Peck Hui: Ya lor! See la! *points at wet patch on shorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go "Err..Okay..Ya'll sat on water? *O__O*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph says "Yeah. The fountain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Notices security guard after like, 8 minutes.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Err..guys, am I supposed to sign something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya..but you can just run away now if want. Come on Shery! Run!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Naww. Be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHERY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ignores them and turns to security guard who's seated about 3 metres away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Background: SHERYYYY!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Um..am I supposed to sign something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Walks towards security guard.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Background: SHERYYYY!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Security guard says "You're a very nice girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: O__O. (How many times have I done that?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;The signing, blah blah blah is completed...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then, Trina arrived not long after we ran around threatening to throw water bombs at each other. (Okay, some were launched-AND burst.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Trina and I slacked around in the playground. (Muahaha. Slackers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attempted to understand the purpose behind the complicated thingamajig at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina: Playgrounds are so high-tech nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I wonder how we use this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, we STILL didn't get it after like, 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to cook, we offered to go to NTUC to get drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evon "Coke's for washing toilets! Get Sprite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we went to get sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina bought a can of peaches, a bottle of carrot juice, half of a 1.5 litre bottle of Sprite, a packet of some...sushi thing and half of a Lime magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bottle of Marigold's Apple &amp; Aloe Vera juice, half of a 1.5 litre bottle of Sprite, a packet of some...sushi thing and half of a Lime magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we wondered if they needed ice. So we called them after I realized that I could use Steph's phone. (Which was in my bag. Okay. I took like 5 minutes to realize that I could use it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTUC didn't sell ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did Trina and Shery do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked all the way to -4. (7-11 luh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after we pried at the ice bags in the ice box thing for like 3 minutes, we gave up and went in to ask for help. (Hey, Shackleton withstood temperatures lower than that. My fingers already went numb from trying to pry it out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady in there bravely announced "You pay here first, I'll go out and get it for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we saw the mallet that she brandished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started whacking the ice packs like an angered woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;LOL. Yeah, she managed to get the ice pack out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mere sight of a free bag, Trina and I clapped happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Except that Trina had a little trouble clapping because she was carrying the stuff that we bought from NTUC.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we took a bus back to NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't ask me why we walked there when we could have taken a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night progressed, water bombs we flung in every direction except the barbeque pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I was sitting happily at the pool with two of my friends (Shermaine and Evon) and we were all swinging our legs happily in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, like a lion, Shermaine, who was sitting beside me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pushed me into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Of course, I resisted but apparently I wasn't strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dripping, I climbed out quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh yes, sweet, sweet revenge was to be mine later on, little did she know then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile though, we continued flinging water bombs at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate sauce was generously shared around too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, not in our mouths, ON our faces, yes, not in our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the toilet and washed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT HAPPENED THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, I got Sprite splashed on my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMEDIATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I squirted some chocolate fudge sauce on a paper plate and casually put it on Shermaine's back after I helped Steph wash the butter off her shirt. (I got hugged by Steph who cheerfully reminded me she still had some butter on her shirt after I exclaimed "I'm clean!" when she refused to hug me. xD) HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine whined "New shirt! Chocolate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Oops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, helped wash the chocolate off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY SHER. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming FULLY CLOTHED with Evonnie &amp; Sher after that in the jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we attempted to hide under water because some people were looking at us suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work. We floated up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the steam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign on the wall said "The management shall not be responsible for any loss of life, limb or property."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like, "LIFE?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the steam didn't really come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until after like, 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL the steam lagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we heard weird noises after 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we looked at each other and went, "Let's get outta here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Fiona's house, later on (which was upstairs by the way), Steph and I changed in the same bathroom, constantly going "NO LOOKIE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her brother and Evonnie's brother kept goin' "Mai Ham, Mai Ham, Mai Ham, Mai Ham!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother also started flinging fake snow all over the computer room (which was really crowded by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tortured to log in to my maple account because her little brother wanted to play with my cleric. =__=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all trooped downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina, Steph and I walked to the library by the longer, more tiring route just because it was lighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! The lone tree in the middle of the shortcut route was freaky okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Steph and I saw two black kitties standing in a parallel line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo came and Steph had to walk back to the Condo because her brother didn't want her to wait at the library because it was closed and he thought it was too &lt;em&gt;ulu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent her to the end of the carpark in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I showered and I'm home. Bwhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. I gotta go to school at 9 for J.E.P tomorrow, so cya fer now guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp; Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115747181830694957?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115747181830694957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115747181830694957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115747181830694957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115747181830694957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/pool-water-bombs-butter-chocolate-fake.html' title='POOL. WATER BOMBS. BUTTER. CHOCOLATE. FAKE SNOW. MAI HAM! (AND SO MUCH MORE) AHH! MADNESS!'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115702528464670489</id><published>2006-08-31T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:59:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE. I REPEAT, THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/1600/DSCF1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOS. Celebrations &lt;em&gt;rocked&lt;/em&gt; today :D. Especially the last part, huh guys? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're All In This Together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="305" width="320" classid="clsid:6BF52A52-394A-11d3-B153-00C04F79FAA6"&gt;&lt;param name="URL" value="mms://streaming2.vidilife.com/vidilife/video/2006/1/24/291577/412794.wmv"&gt;&lt;param name="rate" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="balance" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="currentPosition" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="defaultFrame" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="playCount" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="autoStart" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="currentMarker" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="invokeURLs" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="baseURL" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="volume" value="50"&gt;&lt;param name="mute" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="uiMode" value="full"&gt;&lt;param name="stretchToFit" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="windowlessVideo" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="enabled" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="enableContextMenu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="fullScreen" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIStyle" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMILang" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIFilename" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="captioningID" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="enableErrorDialogs" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="8467"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8070"&gt;&lt;embed src="mms://streaming2.vidilife.com/vidilife/video/2006/1/24/291577/412794.wmv" type="application/x-mplayer2" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" showstatusbar="1" autostart="false" loop="false" playcount="1" width="320"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH. i love this song too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="305" width="320" classid="clsid:6BF52A52-394A-11d3-B153-00C04F79FAA6"&gt;&lt;param name="URL" value="mms://a1055.v165448.c16544.g.vm.akamaistream.net/7/1055/16544/v001/roomediaco1.download.akamai.com/16544/wm.roomedia/M1386_300.wmv"&gt;&lt;param name="rate" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="balance" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="currentPosition" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="defaultFrame" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="playCount" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="autoStart" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="currentMarker" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="invokeURLs" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="baseURL" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="volume" value="50"&gt;&lt;param name="mute" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="uiMode" value="full"&gt;&lt;param name="stretchToFit" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="windowlessVideo" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="enabled" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="enableContextMenu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="fullScreen" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIStyle" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMILang" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SAMIFilename" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="captioningID" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="enableErrorDialogs" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="8467"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8070"&gt;&lt;embed src="mms://a1055.v165448.c16544.g.vm.akamaistream.net/7/1055/16544/v001/roomediaco1.download.akamai.com/16544/wm.roomedia/M1386_300.wmv" type="application/x-mplayer2" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" showstatusbar="1" autostart="false" loop="false" playcount="1" width="320"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the second song is called but it's really familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like an old memory to bring back joys huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I went back to my primary school today. Rocked quite reasonably. The only sad thing was that my primary six form teacher was on sick leave ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some of my old friends. Some of them have shot up quite a lot. The guys are finally taller than me. Well, most of them anyway. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much went crazy over at Angie's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shery making weird faces in front of her computer screen while going "Dohhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must've been the 'The Simpsons VS Star Trek' thing that we watched on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link. It's seriously some funny shyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkTpUxh8Vxc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkTpUxh8Vxc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays. I'mma off for now. CYA PEOPLE. (:&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/20643997-115702528464670489?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115702528464670489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115702528464670489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115702528464670489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115702528464670489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/holidays-are-here-i-repeat-holidays.html' title='THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE. I REPEAT, THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115693860518568677</id><published>2006-08-30T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:50:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO. They're all gone. *hides face in hands and cries*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/sataydinnergrp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Singaporean Girls &amp; KAWAII Japanese guys xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on their last night Singapore. The guys luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the sec 2's were closer to this batch rather than the last one cuz they actually sat in for some of our lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather ironic, I must say, for this batch consisted of more 13 year olds than 14 year olds. The previous batch consisted of more 14 year olds yet they sat in the sec 1 lessons rather than the sec 2's. Ah well. The past is the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/bengay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chio Bu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIO RIGHT?! xD UNDEAD MONKEY 2 IS SO CHIO! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was during the ride to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, then the night after Sentosa, we had to bid our newfound pals goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WASN'T A FOREVER GOODBYE THOUGH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna see them in Japan in December! Woo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keiko bought me such a pretty necklace &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikumi bought an origami set and even folded each type of origami that was taught in the book and included it in the present for Fiona, Steph and I to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so touched that when I saw it, I almost cried. Yeah, you people who know how little Shery cries will be taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it was so nice of them to get us stuff. 'Cuz even though we bought some barang for them, I seriously didn't expect anything back in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/DSCF0930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken some time ago...remember the fireworks showcase by France? Ah yes. That night was spent running with my cousin past SMU, St Andrew's Cathedral, etc. LOL. Yeah we ran extremely fast down that sidewalk in order to get as close to the big patch of grass, asap. Managed to film the grand finale of the showcase. It's a pity I couldn't upload it here. Ah wells, I guess I'll just highlight the funny bits&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *Fireworks go boom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: OH LOOK! HUNDREDS OF CHICKEN LEGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha..CHICKEN LEGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yeah then this really cool thing happened. The fireworks lit up the sky so brightly that it looked like Jesus came to Earth ^^. Sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. This is what I've been up to these past...2 to 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREAKIN' TEACHERS' DAY REHERSALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AYE. They tire me out like crud. Ah well, still found the energy somehow. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the real show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to those people out there who diss me behind my back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got one thing to say to ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT ME, THEN SAY IT TO MY FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be some kinda cowardly arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes you look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, the holidays are coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to kick those shoes off, just sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, &lt;em&gt;CIAOS &lt;/em&gt;ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luthienberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115693860518568677?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115693860518568677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115693860518568677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115693860518568677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115693860518568677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115546457569403952</id><published>2006-08-13T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:22:56.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Think about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be:&lt;br /&gt;57 Asians&lt;br /&gt;21 Europeans&lt;br /&gt;14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south&lt;br /&gt;8 Africans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 would be female&lt;br /&gt;48 would be male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 would be non-white&lt;br /&gt;30 would be white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 would be non-Christian&lt;br /&gt;30 would be Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 would be heterosexual&lt;br /&gt;11 would be homosexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all 6 would be from the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 would live in substandard housing&lt;br /&gt;70 would be unable to read&lt;br /&gt;50 would suffer from malnutrition&lt;br /&gt;1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth&lt;br /&gt;1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education&lt;br /&gt;1 would own a computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the&lt;br /&gt;need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly&lt;br /&gt;apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is also something to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up this morning with more health than illness...you are more&lt;br /&gt;blessed than the million who will not survive this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of&lt;br /&gt;imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ...you&lt;br /&gt;are ahead of 500 million people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest,&lt;br /&gt;torture, or death...you are more blessed than three billion people in&lt;br /&gt;the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof&lt;br /&gt;overhead and a place to sleep...you are richer than 75% of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a&lt;br /&gt;dish someplace ... you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your parents are still alive and still married ... you are very rare,&lt;br /&gt;even in the United States and Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in&lt;br /&gt;that someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed&lt;br /&gt;than over two billion people in the world that cannot read at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a little story I thought ya'll might wanna read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while&lt;br /&gt;trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming&lt;br /&gt;from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy,&lt;br /&gt;screaming and struggling to free himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and&lt;br /&gt;terrifying death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse&lt;br /&gt;surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced&lt;br /&gt;himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer&lt;br /&gt;replied, waving off the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family&lt;br /&gt;hovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my&lt;br /&gt;son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt&lt;br /&gt;grow to be a man we both will be proud of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, he&lt;br /&gt;graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on&lt;br /&gt;to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander&lt;br /&gt;Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was&lt;br /&gt;stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penicillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said: What goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a little food for thought...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work like you don't need the money.&lt;br /&gt;Love like you've never been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Dance like nobody's watching.&lt;br /&gt;Sing like nobody's listening.&lt;br /&gt;Live like it's Heaven on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn. ciaos, people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3, Shery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115546457569403952?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115546457569403952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115546457569403952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115546457569403952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115546457569403952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115513943100689941</id><published>2006-08-09T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:26:06.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/1600/NDP06SHER.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/NDP06SHER.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YESSSS. it's finally uploaded! lawl. k. i decided to compile everything so that i only have to upload 1 pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE SO IT'S NOT EVERY PICTURE &gt;.&lt;. I'm lazy okays! besides, blogger is gonna be down for maintainence in a few minutes(or so it says), so i'm kinda pressed for time. Basically today i woke up, was late for ndp celebrations (sch) so i skipped it. :D. Then i mapled all the way til chloe and steph came over. Yeah then chloe went home cuz she was broke and tired. Steph and i went to ps to buy pressies for my momo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMO (in 2 mins)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kay, then had dinner party at my hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE FIREWORKS. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS GTG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/momkorandmeblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro ain't fugly. See? This is a better pic xD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115513943100689941?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115513943100689941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115513943100689941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115513943100689941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115513943100689941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-2006.html' title='national day 2006'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115426621330744886</id><published>2006-07-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:49:42.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PICTURE SPEAKS A THOUSAND WORDS.</title><content type='html'>Let's start from this morning. well, you said you'd wake me up at 5.45 am , provided i woke you up at 5.43 am first. But i woke up just as you were about to wake me. Dang my bad dream, it scared the freakin' daylights outta me. (okay, nightlights too.) Hmm. Watched the sunrise, it was all pretty :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/sunrise3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Nice, huh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my bro, maid and I rushed to East Coast after picking up some flowers, ice and after I whupped my head on the car boot door. (ouch.) The pain took effect after like, 30 seconds. &gt;_&lt;. This was taken while I was walking around randomly before everything started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/palmtree.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A nice palm tree :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/boats.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Boats ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I shan't pain ya'll with pics from the walkathon itself. Rather, I'll post some pics that were randomly taken while people were walking and I was bored. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up...we have a couple of birds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/birds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Okay, they were actually doing morning exercises. (If you were one of them in the pic, I'm sorry for erasing all hope of having public humility. &gt;_&lt;.) Bear in mind that I have absolutely no idea of who they were and that it was simply a candid shot. xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we have next? Hmm...this is gonna be less humourous, but well...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I call these two 'Solitude'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/walkingalone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/playingalone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different people, two different lives, no relation to each other at all. Heck, I don't think they even realised that each other was on the same beach. Different timed shots, both candid. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have two reasons for cutting this short. One, this is going to take a long time to publish already. Two, I'm simply lazy xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll leave you with a few more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say, a picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/fountain1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Fountain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/randombeachshot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Carefree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/steppingstones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A path that never ends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Okay, one more for the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/running5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK PERVERTED, PEOPLE, THINK PERVERTED. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``Will I just be another footprint in your journey through life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/1600/shery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5389/1595/320/shery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Shery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115426621330744886?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115426621330744886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115426621330744886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115426621330744886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115426621330744886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title='A PICTURE SPEAKS A THOUSAND WORDS.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115406975401740861</id><published>2006-07-28T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:55:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOGGING MATERIAL!! woooooo! inspiration! xD</title><content type='html'>new blogging material! wuhahahax. O__O'. had no idea where that wuhahahax came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. PONNED INLINE SKATING AND STUPID MATHS AND SCIENCE COURSE TODAY!!! I feel so accomplished. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina and I went to the hawker centre down the road to buy lunch whilst it was raining heavily. And we noticed that the road was enveloped in this layer, or should I say blanket, of whitish foggish thing. It was so cool. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trina: You know they say that when it's raining and you see that whitish thing on the road, you shouldn't inhale it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh...oops. Too late. *proceeds to skip happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina: O___O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then we went to 7-11 to get snacks for the later part of the day plus some entertainment material. a.k.a, magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way though, this group of guys walked past us...some black americans or smth and 1 german looking dude plus a chinese dude in sch uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random dude from the group: Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina and I: *look at them weirdly and proceed to carry on walking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*CRASH*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We then realised that he walked right into the Tiger Beer sign post thing outside the pub we just walked past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, seriously, that was the highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forget, during lunch...we were reading the BGR message dedications section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trina: i lubb euu horrx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: forrevaa anndd evvaaazZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina: buudd euu muudd(read must) nebba hurrtzZz miie worxXx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i lubb euu tuuzZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina: We &lt;strong&gt;brock&lt;/strong&gt; up for 1months lerrhhx. buudd iie still misshhh euu worxXx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina: KILL ME NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Twit speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trina: *proceeds to continue eating lunch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *proceeds to die, come back to life and to continue eating lunch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, we hate twit speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were laughing our asses off during the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, we were laughing our asses off when we heard the guy crash into the Tiger Beer sign anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115406975401740861?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115406975401740861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115406975401740861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115406975401740861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115406975401740861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-blogging-material-woooooo.html' title='NEW BLOGGING MATERIAL!! woooooo! inspiration! xD'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115400282890878863</id><published>2006-07-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:20:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungei Buloh. (and...random stuff)</title><content type='html'>Well, school went okay today I guess. Lit test was easy, but there was a trick question =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...after school I went tuh meet the rest at the coffeeshop opposite school. At the end of lunch, Len, Steph and I drank 2 cups of teh ping together. retarded bitterness. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. On to Sungei Buloh. The trip was wasted cuz it started raining heavily. Hmmm. I've a feeling we had more fun when it rained rather than if it hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so bored and cold that Mr Ng went to buy milo for us. $2 per cup &gt;_&lt;. But we shared cuz he bought only 8 cups. Ah, $16. Thanks Mr Ng! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the bored part. Well, first Steph and I attempted to control the movements of a random spider. Then after it died, (uh...it died of the rain! yeah! :D) Steph and I played the miming game, the mirror image game, the puppet game and finally the shooting-magic-and-attempting-to-kill-each-other-with-it game. After that...Trina, Steph and I...uh...started singing songs that had to do with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;and wake my dreams&lt;br /&gt;let it wash away&lt;br /&gt;my sanity&lt;br /&gt;cuz i wanna feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yeah. Stuff like that xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some lame songs like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raindrops are falling on my head&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean that my feet are too big for my bed&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to fit&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;it may not be accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all wanted to play in the rain and get sick so that we don't have to go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole sec 2 level doesn't show up tomorrow except for a few who skipped out on the excursion. :D. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the &lt;em&gt;guai kias&lt;/em&gt; will spoil everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Steph and I started missing certain someones? Well, we did. xP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rain died down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the lobby of the national reserve and proceeded to wait an hour plus for the excursion buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only got home at 7.30 pm. =___=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;``ti amo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115400282890878863?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115400282890878863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115400282890878863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115400282890878863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115400282890878863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/sungei-buloh-andrandom-stuff.html' title='Sungei Buloh. (and...random stuff)'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115312123645965163</id><published>2006-07-17T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:27:16.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>Hey heys. I can't go to Steph's house. =_=. Oh well. Going out for Japanese food tonight. I've been eating out so much...oh man! *slaps forehead* . Hmms. I guess I'll talk to you later. Meanwhile...here's something I wrote, a few weeks ago. Hmms. Yes, there's a tune. I'm lazy to record it =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I dream of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think about you, all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take joy in tormenting me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a fad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be something real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can't live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I just can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't comprehend why I love you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you torture me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to hold me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really love me at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can't live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I just can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't comprehend why I love you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why...why I love you so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyrighted -Shery*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115312123645965163?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115312123645965163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115312123645965163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115312123645965163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115312123645965163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115306667218220828</id><published>2006-07-17T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:17:52.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist Post. PLEAASEEE DON'T BE OFFENDED.</title><content type='html'>okay dinner today was quite funny lah xD. i'm gonna cut it quite short cuz i'm lazy =X. Okay. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We..got into the car right..then we drove and drove and drove ... OKAY FINE. I'll cut to the chase xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. We entered the Little India District..then we saw LOTSA BANGLA WORKERS AND INDIANS. It was like..WOOOO. Wall to wall INDIANS! OMG. I was like..OOOH, I have a camera!!! Lemme take one pic, and show it to people and see if they can guess how many people are in the pic!! xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was really cool. It had this really nice chandelier. xD. Hmms. The curry was damn spicy okay -_-. So much so that my brother took one look at me and went 'Okay, I'm gonna get you a drink to help you.' Thing was, it was already starting to fade =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. After that, dropped my other bro off at the Esplanade for this indie rock concert thing..then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, I had to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should've gone earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every traffic light I was going..GREEN GREEN GREEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad was attempting to make me laugh so I would pee in the car seat =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOO DADDY. YOU WANNA CLEAN IT UP?! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOS PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115306667218220828?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115306667218220828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115306667218220828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115306667218220828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115306667218220828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/racist-post-pleaaseee-dont-be-offended.html' title='Racist Post. PLEAASEEE DON&apos;T BE OFFENDED.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115303940456053368</id><published>2006-07-16T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:30:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dudes and Dudettes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What can i say? Was majorly freaked out today... ' i can see you 24/7.' Like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh wells. It was a joke in the end. Still, it was an outta blue thing that he called. -shrugs-. Oh yea, you said something about the atlantic. What does it really mean? hmms. Well, going out for dinner AGAIN later. -___-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like flowers in the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can wither and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what rekindles the spark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can clarify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the boat that sunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until decades later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried under a mound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was treasures galore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gold in everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your heart will be singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty they may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But precious nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget how you helped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let my feelings waver. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;``Should I unlock it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;copyrighted -Shery*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115303940456053368?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115303940456053368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115303940456053368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115303940456053368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115303940456053368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do?'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115295052286137060</id><published>2006-07-15T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:04:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates =)</title><content type='html'>So begins the start of a very long post. Hmm. let's see...i last posted on...the 25th of June right? (woah, that's long &gt;.&lt;). okay. the first day of school and the subsequent days were pretty ordinary-IF you consider ordinary..completely and totally insane xD-well, you guys should know about my usual antics..so, yeah. A few highlights though. Uh..i can't remember much except for the recent explosions in my otherwise smooth life. (yeah, smooth. RIGHT. like i said, you should know about my usual antics.&lt;br&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cousin: *spills double vanilla latte on himself while attempting to blow bubbles*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin:Oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Uh..toilet?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You go ask the guy at the counter where the bathrooms are, I'll be right back.&lt;br /&gt;*2 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: It's upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;*We go up the escalator. As we do, the lights above us switch off*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, freak.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *gets freaked out* I'm running back down the escalator!&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: NOOOO! It's illegal!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Illegal?! *o.O* Right. I'm still running down!&lt;br /&gt;*my attempts in running down are successfully a failure.*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine. Let's go up the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;*When we reached the top of the escalator...*&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: I think it's this way..&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's all dark..oh man..&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Okay, RUN!!!! RUN!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*We run past Celia Loe*&lt;br /&gt;*We run down the escalator, the other side, duh, the right way down one*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i also fell on the way home yesterday. Twice. I grabbed the traffic light pole okay! And the skates slipped from under me! YES, YES i fell on my butt! T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life can be so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you awake early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be to think of the boohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet life can be so predictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that it be brought to a greater height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's contradictory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the die rolls in monopoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing where you'll end up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing how it'll turn out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of wishes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all a fallacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death's full of tears and pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goth valentine, come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit on the couch of delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me black roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me how you turn it again all white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© FinrodSheryCreations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Laadeedums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost watched POTC yesterday too. But couldn't cuz 1) It was gonna end too late, had tuh meet family for dinner at Goodwood Park Hotel. (dang, i love the red carpet.) 2) Had to pei Trina ( No Trina, you weren't a burden, I had fun xD) [I'm straight. Not les -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprint taking and strolling around Cine was fun i guess. Saw a couple of cool items..including a GOLDEN Mr.X. lawl. And this black soft toy. It was all emo. Darn. I should've brought more money with me. We also saw this top..woah. I tell you, if wasn't stretchable, NO ONE could fit into it. With, possibly, the exception of a skeleton. No, wait, its ribcages would get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical production is coming along fine and dandy. Gawrsh, only like, 5 days more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: The dark side has cookies!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Join us!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: Good, good!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: I like that!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee: Dark chocolate cookies, you might as well mention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;yes, yes, the dark side has DARK CHOCOLATE COOKIES. JOIN US. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know this isn't EXTREMELY long, but I'm lazy to type anymore. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the curtain closes at the end of this very long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115295052286137060?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115295052286137060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115295052286137060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115295052286137060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115295052286137060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates.html' title='Updates =)'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115106774311686946</id><published>2006-06-23T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:02:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration and creativity.</title><content type='html'>[8pm;;end of tuition]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH omg. MATHS is so gonna kill ALL of my brain cells one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't get into maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a tough act to follow,&lt;br /&gt;You'll make a great star,&lt;br /&gt;But baby listen to me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax during the interval,&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse and ease your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away your innermission,&lt;br /&gt;And just let yourself fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself, 'cuz there ain't no other,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no other like you&lt;br /&gt;Don't go tryin' to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;Because you play you the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself and&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away your inner, innermission&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like someone else,&lt;br /&gt;Because you play you the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Shery =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i wrote when i was bored =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You try and tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;You say what you think is right&lt;br /&gt;But you've just struck out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think&lt;br /&gt;As long as I listen, listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;ba da boop, ba da boop, listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're superficial, materialistic,&lt;br /&gt;Little barbie girl,&lt;br /&gt;Living in your own tiny world&lt;br /&gt;You think everybody loves you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're superficial, materialistic,&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna make it heard&lt;br /&gt;That I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;About what you think is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think&lt;br /&gt;As long as I listen, listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;ba da boop, ba da boop, listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think (I really don't care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bitch and you gossip,&lt;br /&gt;You're a popularity leech,&lt;br /&gt;You live on how airheaded you are&lt;br /&gt;And you think that it's cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're superficial, materialistic,&lt;br /&gt;You glammed up plastic doll&lt;br /&gt;You think you've got it all&lt;br /&gt;But you're empty deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're superficial, materialistic,&lt;br /&gt;Little barbie girl,&lt;br /&gt;Living in your own tiny world&lt;br /&gt;You think everybody loves you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think&lt;br /&gt;As long as I listen, listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;ba da boop, ba da boop, listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think (I really don't care)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by: Shery =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;something else i wrote xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. i've got better things to do with my life. Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115106774311686946?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115106774311686946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115106774311686946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115106774311686946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115106774311686946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/frustration-and-creativity.html' title='Frustration and creativity.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115105636645619961</id><published>2006-06-23T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:07:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff =P</title><content type='html'>Okay, cousins stayed over and stuff..watched 50 First Dates. It was entertaining enough, quite hilarious, actually, rofl. Anyway, got bored after failing to log in to Maple, so..tadah. Enjoy. off to tuition. tatas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your PhD in Men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/good.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand men almost better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.&lt;br /&gt;Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/"&gt;How Well Do You Understand Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not a Gold Digger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagolddiggerquiz/not-gold-digger.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out of your way to take care of everything in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Including money - which you've got plenty of, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;And you have no intentions of being a trophy girlfriend for some bald guy.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure that hottie you met isn't scheming to be your boy toy!&lt;br /&gt;As a successful woman like you knows, gold digging goes both ways these days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagolddiggerquiz/"&gt;Are You A Gold Digger?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've Got a Bit of a Crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/bit-of-crush.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your guy friend is a crush of convenience - easy enough to happen&lt;br /&gt;Did you just break up with someone? Or are you more lonely than usual?&lt;br /&gt;If no to both, then this small crush could be the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;Find out if he feels the same - because he just might!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/"&gt; Are You Crushing on Him (And Don't Even Know It)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a No Drama Mama!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/no-drama-mama.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for drama, you just chill out and don't let things bother you&lt;br /&gt;You've got a peaceful, zen-like attitude... even when things get crazy&lt;br /&gt;You're a pleasure to be around, and you have lots of friends to show for it&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be the center of attention, you're happy enough as is!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt; Are You a Drama Queen?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E2DEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Makeup Look Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyoursignaturemakeuplookquiz/pale-lips-big-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale Lips with Big Eyes&lt;br /&gt;A little classic, a little retro - you look fantastic in this high fashion look.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyoursignaturemakeuplookquiz/"&gt;What's Your Signature Makeup Look?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Guys Think of Your Medium Straight Hair...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/medium-straight-hair.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, optimistic, easy going.&lt;br /&gt;You're the thinking man's ideal woman - bright, funny, and no drama.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Think Of Your Hair?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Midtown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/midtown.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love so many things, you don't fit into any one label.&lt;br /&gt;Your city girl persona goes to a fancy restaurant one night and a dive bar the next.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/"&gt;Are You Uptown or Downtown?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Is "HOT STUF"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcandyconversationheartareyouquiz/hot-stuf.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a date for V-day? You've probably got a few!&lt;br /&gt;You're playing the field right now, which is cool&lt;br /&gt;You've certainly got the charm to bring in tons of prospects&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of deciding between dinner dates&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcandyconversationheartareyouquiz/"&gt;What Candy Conversation Heart Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really meh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115105636645619961?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115105636645619961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115105636645619961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115105636645619961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115105636645619961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-stuff-p.html' title='random stuff =P'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115087498796584683</id><published>2006-06-21T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:56:13.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOS. -__-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went to church..lol. The 'teacher' was so funny...yet amazingly boring at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attempted to squeeze the whole bible into an hour. -__-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pronounced robot as 'robutt'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on and on about the 'Kingdom of Heaven'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know what he was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I respect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really boring. No offence. Imao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole class was falling asleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While managing to look interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we managed to master the art of feigning interest. Muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that I went back to my cousin's house and fell asleep on a mattress in his computer room. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the computer repair man arrived at his house. So I had to wake up -_-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went home a little after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hmms. Had musical rehersals today..Chloe smsed me last minute to say that she wouldn't be able to make it due to a splitting headache. It resulted from working too many hours -_-. So off I went to rehersal..We learnt the choeography to 'Unhappy Ever After'. And a new song called 'Give Me A Sign'. It was so cool xD. Then it was lunch time! whee! So Len, Steph, Trina, Nita and I went to Mac's...It was drizzling lightly..so i ran ahead to keep my bag dry. -__-. WHAT. I love my bag. Lol. Then when we got back..We were late by 3 minutes -_-. Had to do standard pumping. 3 For each 1 late, x number of ppl late. 2 For each one not late, x number of people late. So..total 9 for Steph, Len and I..then 6 for the rest. Loic lead. Then when we reached the 6th push up, I expected the rest to stop, but &lt;em&gt;noooo.&lt;/em&gt; They continued. Then Greg went "&lt;em&gt;One more person needs to do one more push up!"&lt;/em&gt; Then we were like..uh..which one...*all proceed to look around blankly*. Then Loic went &lt;em&gt;"Then all do one lah!" &lt;/em&gt;So we all did one. Greg &lt;em&gt;"See Choir? Now THAT'S solidarity!" &lt;/em&gt;Drama &lt;em&gt;"All for one and one for all! Drama rocks! WOOOO!" *&lt;/em&gt;we really did that. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ran through the second half of the play. twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rehersals, Jia En and I went to the coffee shop opposite school cuz she wanted to get a drink. Then I decided to get Chloe a sparkling ribena (since it's her fave -__-). So then we went happily off to Chloe's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe: *opens door*&lt;br /&gt;Us: HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *holds out sparkling ribena bottle* SPARKLING RIBENA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe: OOH! RIBENA! *grabs bottle excitedly*&lt;br /&gt;Us: *guffaw in amusement*&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: *opens door wider*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in. Taught her stuff. I attempted to play 'Give Me A Sign' on the piano. It wasn't tt bad. At least I could remember how to sing it -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA. Walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mapled&lt;/em&gt; all day.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm level 48! YAY! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Okay. I woke up at 1 pm. Trina woke me up my screaming " SHERYYYY! You overslept!!"&lt;br /&gt;-__-. Little did she know. Okay then Chloe called and started wailing abt whether she should work. Minor arguement, then settled with mutual apologies. Lolx. Then Czander smsed me and went "MIAMI WON NBA CHAMPIONSHIPS 2006!!!" -__-. Damn it. I couldn't sleep anymore. So I came online. Played tic tac toe with Di Liang. I now owe him 130k mesos -_-. Okay gotta go. See ya people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115087498796584683?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115087498796584683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115087498796584683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115087498796584683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115087498796584683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/hellos.html' title='HELLOS. -__-'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</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-20643997.post-115048043780423979</id><published>2006-06-17T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:48:47.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Len's bday.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEN! ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20643997-115048043780423979?l=crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115048043780423979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20643997&amp;postID=115048043780423979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115048043780423979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20643997/posts/default/115048043780423979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crossroads-of-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/lens-bday.html' title='Len&apos;s bday.'/><author><name>sheryberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00811012237262515730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
