<?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-3332998946555132238</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:03:24.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>epee.mylove.confidence.drive</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-4219938522775508181</id><published>2008-01-19T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:24:45.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;fencing novices team event just ended. I think the team did quite well. LALALAS. i think i have learnt a lot through that, and most importantly, learn how to deal with human relations through that. I get to see the most horrid ppl i see in this world but that taught me how to smile to make them angrier. You never knew how much i smiled while playing that. I cant believe it. It really taught me how to be strong. People who play that and have a lousy attitude are termed as losers although they won that competition. That teaches you how to deal with people, that teaches you how to shake the hands of others sincerely and that teaches you loads of stufff that you will need in life. You may say i m meaningless and crude or you may say i m too nice. Whatever is the case, I want to change through that, to obtain a voice of my own, to speak my words with confidence and play that with love. Faith, passion and confidence, the three things that taught me how to succeed. Fear not others and let those meaningful losses teach you a lesson, a lesson through that you learn, through that you love and through that you understand. That is wonderful. I love my team and the rest who supported me so much in one way or another. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157208838914168578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R5IWHWv71wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IoWYt7oBvC0/s320/Copy+of+Picture+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love that once again . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-4219938522775508181?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/4219938522775508181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=4219938522775508181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/4219938522775508181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/4219938522775508181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-that.html' title='I love that'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R5IWHWv71wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IoWYt7oBvC0/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-5228943250065505146</id><published>2008-01-02T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T06:10:25.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW YEAR, A NEW START</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This year will be a good year, a year where you will see me really transform, from the bad to the good.. I am determined to make the difference and reach the sky!! I have set my new year resolutions!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150880921863050994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R3ua6Gv71vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UNzDecrYYgk/s320/IMG_3301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is most important is that i love my family, my daddy and my mum. LOVE THEM ALL. Thanks for the support for the past years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-5228943250065505146?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/5228943250065505146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=5228943250065505146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/5228943250065505146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/5228943250065505146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='A NEW YEAR, A NEW START'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R3ua6Gv71vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UNzDecrYYgk/s72-c/IMG_3301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-3403594009350426602</id><published>2007-12-24T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:27:32.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;received loads of xmas messages and have been sending out loads too. An extra bonus was the one from Miss Tan Jen Fee!! HAHAHAS. SHE IS SO CUTE! LOL. My stomach died ystd so fell asleep at 8pm and woke up at 1050pm. watched S pop and tried to read through some organic chemistry notes after months of not thinking about chem at all. YAY. I have already set my targets and i will achieve it!! This month have been far more productive than those when i just started attachment. That time it was innocence that pulled us through, really. we finished work at 10am and then the prof had nth to give us to do. According to rules and regulations, we can only leave at 6pm so we stupidly sat there and waited till 6, i mean with lunch break in between of course. we were reali innocent, we tried to hide somewhere to do our homework, hoprfully the prof wun see. Come to think of it, we are reali stupid, just study blatantly in front og the prof since we have already finsihed our work! No wonder, we call it cheap controllable child labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;smsed mr tong to ask him for his address so that i can send a xmas card to him. he spammed my inox with loads of messages and the first one i saw was like : This is going to be a moment in history.. come on, i do send out xmas cards unless for those years, where my family have a tradition of going overseas to celebrate christmas. My cards are always so special !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahahahahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just looked at my email. my china buddy, zijun sent me a christmas card!! YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cousins and aunts just came to my house, but i had discipline so i stayed at home to finish my stacks of school homework while they went off to eat at crystal jade. AWW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VALERIE YEO! i m so going to let u see the smses mr tong sent me. Its a norm that yvonne is always so nice to send out xmas cards lor. btw, enjoy ur shanghai trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147761684684461794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R3CF-mv71uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Eij_qqIo8D8/s320/desert_christmas_t2254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;to all my frens and school mates, merry christmas. Imagine next yr christmas...... LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a bdae wish ( though my bdae is like two months away) - I WANT THAT PAIR OF SHOE, THAT MEDAL, THAT BAG, THAT NOTEBOOK, THAT PLANNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YEA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-3403594009350426602?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/3403594009350426602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=3403594009350426602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/3403594009350426602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/3403594009350426602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R3CF-mv71uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Eij_qqIo8D8/s72-c/desert_christmas_t2254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-2673467017585693693</id><published>2007-12-11T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:24:55.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>with love, with loads of memories.:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; the wonderful memories that last forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i reached home early after going with caolei to orchard to get some fabric paint and some bossini tees. for once, we were realised early and it was the very first time i took all my courage, feeling so proud and took my grand leave from the place with devour my freedom in the hols( i mean, i ask for it) at arond 1pm, with is super duper early. Boss was super happy today, dun noe why. I presume its because translational repessors repress the "bad mood genes" and the initial transcripts codes for the happy proteins. lalas. INDULGE&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the 12th DEC, a year after our last long date. I am really glad to have a fren like BJ, a fren who is always encouraging you.. It reminds me of the BBQ u invited me to last few weeks. I learnt a lot from u these few years and most imptly learnt how to cross stitich. YVONNE does not noe how to cross stitch! HAHAS. The BBQ was interesting cos i met her sis and parents and her malaysia neighbours who insisted that we eat the choc puffs from PRIMA DELI!! LOL. but its purely out of kindness la. BJ let me love another dish- cucumber and carrots with thousand island sauce. YAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, hope that you would have fun time in shanghai, your very last BSP trip. Its quite sad thou that we cant have fun together in the same hotel room(hmm..hahas) , share our joys, take supid photosand stuff.. but i m glad i accompanied you through the joys, the sorrows, the madness for the US and China trip, or else prolly we wouldnt be such good frens after all. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142638359417782594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R15SV01lAUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RGR4uwa6-Yo/s320/IMG_2638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;rmb? in this suzhou theme park.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142639235591110994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R15TI01lAVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ScBurOLRFgw/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;baojia.me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142643298630173042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R15W1U1lAXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1lMaFq4hnoY/s320/my+nanjing+photos+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142641091016982882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R15U001lAWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/117zQvTtjuA/s320/my+nanjing+photos+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All the memories that will bring me through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To all 4oreheaders, take care and have a great year. Be sure to stay in contact thou we may take different paths. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRI: RJ invites. GOOD LUCK TO ME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-2673467017585693693?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/2673467017585693693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=2673467017585693693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/2673467017585693693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/2673467017585693693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/12/with-love-with-loads-of-memories.html' title='with love, with loads of memories.:)'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R15SV01lAUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RGR4uwa6-Yo/s72-c/IMG_2638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-2744339097313390741</id><published>2007-12-06T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T06:33:43.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>** a nice start. a beautiful ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A nice start, a pretty ending.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to blog suddenly, will blog tmr. yah. good luck to team singapore for the SEA games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-2744339097313390741?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/2744339097313390741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=2744339097313390741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/2744339097313390741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/2744339097313390741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/12/nice-start-beautiful-ending.html' title='** a nice start. a beautiful ending'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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-3332998946555132238.post-3282148921755733153</id><published>2007-12-01T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T06:51:39.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you to smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Friends, be it really close frens or frens whom i see everyday, have told me they wanted to see me smile again, the cheerful smiles that brighten up our days. Smiles which really expose ur teeth, reveal your true feelings and not forced smiles. I guess thats lost, completely. Some people may think that i m emoing, believe in someone else's words, the someone else who doesnt even garner much respect from people. Its true, I told myself that there is not point wasting my tears and sweat into those tiny little issues and arguments and misunderstanings that arise off and then. I understand i play a role in whatever i m suppose to do and i m confident enough to say i will do everything to the best of my ability unless its something beyond my ability. Realli. I am not in anyway boosting or advertising myself, i can just sacrifice anythings to do whatev i have promised to help. Sometimes, frens told me to stay strong but i guess everydrop of tear i shed encompasses my emotions, my feelings, my thoughts and my reflections. I may appear to be a very weak person when i just complain about something which may seem so trivial and worthless to many, but to those little little small things, i need someone who can lend a listening ear and after telling them all that i need to say, I would feel better. But sometimes, these small small little issues just accumulate and history repeats itself, not once, not twice but infinite number of times. Thats when it really tests my strength, endurance, patience and determination. I guess my parents understand me the most but relying on them too often isnt a good option. After all, I have come to accept the fact that friends who are supposed to help you may just back up last minute and happily abide to the rule that "ignorance is bliss". I guess there are many ppl in this world who do that, believe in that but there is one person whom i can nv forget. The person who repeatedly test my patience and took advantage of the trust i have given you. I hope that all these smll little wrongdoings by the person would just strike him one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all those frens who have heard me rant but its onli he one out of so many times, i will do something so rash, something which may not be beneficial to me, something which may demoralise everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, time and tide will end all these sufferings on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139016993317650738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R1F0uk1lATI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bUdWCIFbvik/s320/thomasupclose_Framed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just want to smile. the pure smile, the smile of innocence, happiness and true feelings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-3282148921755733153?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/3282148921755733153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=3282148921755733153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/3282148921755733153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/3282148921755733153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-you-to-smile.html' title='I want you to smile.'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/R1F0uk1lATI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bUdWCIFbvik/s72-c/thomasupclose_Framed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-8567810894738671652</id><published>2007-11-14T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:07:49.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good photographer makes a difference</title><content type='html'>just a few nice snapshots from taipei. HAHAS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsO2ZDsv9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/bsXB2w04bVQ/s1600-h/IMG_3437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132712527920938962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsO2ZDsv9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/bsXB2w04bVQ/s320/IMG_3437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aunt.mum. relatives from taiwan. nice background. Good photographer( its me!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsNOpDsv8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xjwo0cvcpRE/s1600-h/IMG_3433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132710745509511106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsNOpDsv8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Xjwo0cvcpRE/s320/IMG_3433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; csc. thats jiang jie shi and his sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsMXpDsv7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vaN8FJN_-mk/s1600-h/IMG_3390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132709800616705970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsMXpDsv7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vaN8FJN_-mk/s320/IMG_3390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ugly photo. its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsL25Dsv6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9ub25LJhyjk/s1600-h/IMG_3384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132709237975990178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsL25Dsv6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/9ub25LJhyjk/s320/IMG_3384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice mountains!! Mount FUJI?!? hhas. relatives from taiwan brought us around in a ship, allowing us to view fantastic scenary. One of the best i have caught so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsLYZDsv5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FXOEyfOJ6Zo/s1600-h/IMG_3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132708713989980050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsLYZDsv5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/FXOEyfOJ6Zo/s320/IMG_3368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see. not kidding. thats how strong the wind is. My dad is about to fly!! the wonderful famly of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsK5ZDsv4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mm5xGIpgOf0/s1600-h/IMG_3364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132708181414035330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsK5ZDsv4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mm5xGIpgOf0/s320/IMG_3364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at my shirt!! the wind is so strong. I am not pregnant btw. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsKa5Dsv3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PX4npO2mIak/s1600-h/IMG_3363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132707657428025202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsKa5Dsv3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PX4npO2mIak/s320/IMG_3363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats fisherman's wharf in taipei. the wind is so strong that i can feel the force pushing me. Thats how strong it is, given the fact that yvon is so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsJo5Dsv2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2o6s3Sg6wIU/s1600-h/IMG_3356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132706798434565986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsJo5Dsv2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2o6s3Sg6wIU/s320/IMG_3356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy yvon on the train. looks like an airplane rite? not first class though. LOL&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsIu5Dsv1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0j9DJXWGhhY/s1600-h/IMG_3349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132705802002153298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsIu5Dsv1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0j9DJXWGhhY/s320/IMG_3349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wonderful family next to the bullet train. aunt and uncle. they always make me laugh.&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsH_pDsv0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/euePksKV5wk/s1600-h/IMG_3348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132704990253334338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsH_pDsv0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/euePksKV5wk/s320/IMG_3348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy family standing next to the bullet train. IMBA cool. I love the bullet train and we get to take a ride in there. Ticket is quite ex though. LOVE IT. During those primary school days when we learnt about magnets, the maglev train becomes one of the most well known example and now that i get a chance to ride it, its like putting what you have learnt into real life. COOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-8567810894738671652?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/8567810894738671652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=8567810894738671652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/8567810894738671652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/8567810894738671652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-photographer-makes-difference.html' title='Good photographer makes a difference'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzsO2ZDsv9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/bsXB2w04bVQ/s72-c/IMG_3437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-7158306280154309603</id><published>2007-11-13T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:06:25.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELY FAMILY TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Memories_*, so fine, so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132269930729538946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/Rzl8T2CNhYI/AAAAAAAAADE/f1cAiG-10xA/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this trip was rather different from the rest, we din even take cab at all. Its was just all pure walking for long distances, at least 3.4 km each day or some mrt rides for places beyond our walking range. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY 1:reached taipei really late and when to our hotel to settle our room and stuff. I love the hotel cos its nice and they sell bread that are so delicious. Also, every night at 8:30om, there will be a 50 percent off all breads. COOL. The bread really rox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132270927161951634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/Rzl9N2CNhZI/AAAAAAAAADM/L_UxGoWPnlc/s320/IMG_3450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of my room. cool. the lightings and bed are all quite cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132271781860443554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/Rzl9_mCNhaI/AAAAAAAAADU/K1s8PV8prBg/s320/IMG_3332.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the mirror in the hotel room. you can see all 4 sides of you. hahas. pic of myself feeling so nice and cool after a bath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess wad, my parents and my aunt and uncle were feeling damn excited the moment they reached taiwan, so immediately we put down our luggages, rest for 10 mins and went to feast at some stalls that serve really nice food. Its a korean stall though and i tell you the food rawks more than those food advertised by jacky Wu on those stupid reality shows. we had dessert after that and the yam balls with glass jelly and low fat milk really rawks more than nothing. woah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY 2: We had a one day tour around taipei. quite boring towards the end but met some nice peeps thou. First, we went to this isand that has a lot of funny lovely stones and structures. It is a perfect place for a geog trip. LOL&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132273946523960754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/Rzl_9mCNhbI/AAAAAAAAADc/cGjAlzy6YKo/s320/IMG_3293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the weather there was cool plus i took loads of nice pics with family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132274350250886594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzmAVGCNhcI/AAAAAAAAADk/dmghcrdr3Sw/s320/IMG_3307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice rocks rite&gt;? but i think the fat gal in front is quite cool too. LOL&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132274938661406162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzmA3WCNhdI/AAAAAAAAADs/CNjJIAc_bSg/s320/IMG_3315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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;p&gt;the wonderful triplets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132275252194018786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzmBJmCNheI/AAAAAAAAAD0/k4Kd4WJJlyY/s320/IMG_3317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132275625856173554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzmBfWCNhfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XmQh_Zfb8pQ/s320/IMG_3289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wonderful triplet standing at the entrance of the taiwan music and concert hall. &lt;/p&gt;then we went to this old and quite ulu place that sells those taiwan food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132278108347270690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RzmDv2CNhiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xLPK9m0H7R4/s320/IMG_3327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly tofu rawks. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. shall update till here. will continue the rest . really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-7158306280154309603?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/7158306280154309603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=7158306280154309603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/7158306280154309603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/7158306280154309603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/11/lovely-family-trip.html' title='LOVELY FAMILY TRIP'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/Rzl8T2CNhYI/AAAAAAAAADE/f1cAiG-10xA/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-1132195844115992126</id><published>2007-11-04T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T02:09:06.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GALFRENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYONE GIVES ME&lt;br /&gt;MOTIVATION!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i did not blog for eons. ok. On the last day of school, baona, shonda and i decided to go out and lead a life. In the end, we ate like mad. Classmates who ate at bukit timah mee rebus shop literally dun lead life!!! HELLO!!!! its the last day of school mann.Three of us dined at THE VILLAGE, originally known as marche and we ate a rosti, a super duper nice pizza cos of our smart selection of food to add to the pizza followed by a yummy mushroom soup that did not feel fattening at all. In the end, cos we were students and we had 20 percent off.. price was really really reasonable for super nice food.Then took loads of stupid photos. Ate at sakae. just chawamushi. will post the picture of both of us (shonda and i ) in cool alien specs.Oh, the great canyon and butt crack thingee was super funny. LOL. SHONDA, DUN POLLUTE MY ANGELIC MIND!!!!! hahas.went out with val and ate at amk hub ah mei shop on thurs. cool. I will always rmb our hols plan.Went for nat team training todaY. footwork training for 1 hour straight followed by skipping and this sticking your body to the wall thingee. Also, carried weights!! I am going to train hard for novices.dun laugh at me for not knowing how to skip. I am going to show it to you guys for laughing at me!! DENNIS...hear that.at hme now. hope parents bring me out later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-1132195844115992126?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/1132195844115992126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=1132195844115992126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/1132195844115992126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/1132195844115992126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/11/galfrens.html' title='GALFRENS'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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-3332998946555132238.post-3499214110343672996</id><published>2007-10-20T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T04:19:13.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad today. I din get my H3 maths.. really hope that i can appeal in.. PLS!!! thanks.. only 15 peeps in the school got in. real weird.. LOL. I want.. hahas.. Luckily, I always have encouraging frens and family by my side who constantly encourages me and tell me that a levels are nevertheless the most important one. True. but yvon always want to satisfy her dream.. her dream to do maths H3.. Prob its time that yvon looks at the bright side of life and starts studying well. The fact about whether i can get H3 or not is not important, most importantly, its to study happily and love my current subjects. Seriously, the yvon whom people noe in the past is no longer the yvon now.. today...right now. I still love BIO even though i do so badly, but i love the wonders of this subject and the teachers who constantly gives me the support and care. I wun let ur down!!! give me some time alright??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i shldnt let the h3 thingee spoil my day.. YVON shall look at the bright side of life!!! JIAYOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-3499214110343672996?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/3499214110343672996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=3499214110343672996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/3499214110343672996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/3499214110343672996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-diary-i-am-so-sad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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-3332998946555132238.post-1025354478385598202</id><published>2007-10-17T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T07:06:23.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the demotivation that motivates_*</title><content type='html'>I got back BIO and GP papers today, it was totally demoralising so i shant talk abt it. Confidence was no longer the thing. I had confidence but i performed below expectations. I had faith but lack of luck conquered that. I had confidence and faith but studying last min conquered all that. True enough, I learnt a lesson-- not to study last min and stuff all info into my pea brain at the last second. ts counter studying. I am glad that I did pretty ok for the rest except BIO! what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tried and shacked after all the shocks I had today. I shall sleep early today. Yvon really have to buck up or else.... yes, yvon will!!! fencing training tomorrow.. jiayou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am feeling real bad right now. Skipped nat team training for a week cos nat coach wasnt really able to train me though cos busy training for SEA games peeps. BUT, yvon is never a poner!! She is really enthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the lovely talk over the phone, Baojia!! I love you. You are always that encouraging and supportive of me. as for you, i wish you all the best and do not put too high expectations on yourselves even though the teachers are pushing you so much... Do everything at your own pace. LOL. jiayou wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvon is real tired and shall end here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-1025354478385598202?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/1025354478385598202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=1025354478385598202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/1025354478385598202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/1025354478385598202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/10/demotivation-that-motivates.html' title='the demotivation that motivates_*'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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-3332998946555132238.post-7605542999044067168</id><published>2007-10-16T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:47:33.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nat trials seem to be bothering me, not exactly bothering but i wanna participate but in the mean time not to lose face in front of coach, esp nat team coach. The whole nat team epee is playing mann, I a bit will not get thrashed... :) as what Im said, treat it with a different mentality!~ Yea! I am so seriously gg to laugh like mad la. OMG! nvm, the word again is 'try' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;got back maths promos. one unmarked question. shld be able to get A. Hope so. Pray hard that nothing goes wrong. YUPS. tomorrow would be the best day!!! BIO and GP! Whoots. Pray for the very best too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;spent two nights at cousin's house cos house under renovation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a tolerance level, anything beyond that and esp when u said it in such a serious tone, i really cant stand it. However, if frens just laugh it off or be direct at times when things are true, yvon can tolerate and even welcome that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121943014317492242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxTMCMgwCBI/AAAAAAAAACk/iYKVP_YageU/s320/logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt; just feelng random again. I love this and I love fencing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121944057994545186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxTM-8gwCCI/AAAAAAAAACs/0wsOxATE3Gs/s320/Picture+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;sickening guy, nice gal. yea. memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121944620635260978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxTNfsgwCDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qU4aFx1WVDU/s320/ballet_shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;randomness again.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I wanna have a pair of ballet shoes like those above. (*hint: yvon's bdae coming soon).. omgg. how i wish such nice ballet shoes could be a pair of shoes.. ahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121945668607281218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxTOcsgwCEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ixwbkVyqtEg/s320/piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOSH!! I want to have a white grand piano when i become real pro next time. Today, I had piano lesson and it was terrible.. feel so bad.. OMG. shant talk about it. Yvon!!! Practise more!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;very tired.. shall end my post here:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yvon wishes herself good luck for release of bio and GP results. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-7605542999044067168?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/7605542999044067168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=7605542999044067168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/7605542999044067168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/7605542999044067168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-myself.html' title='I love myself'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxTMCMgwCBI/AAAAAAAAACk/iYKVP_YageU/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-4708317097074317623</id><published>2007-10-14T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:08:37.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories that last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121383178215360450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLO3cgwB8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/iFmf9OiBeI0/s400/bj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; A friend that i will never rmb, a fren whom i wish can stay with me forever. The fren who accompanies me when i m home sick. The friend who listen to my woes and sorrows. The freen who always cheer me up. The fren who makes my day a different one. I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLOj8gwB7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/RGP83M6c_rs/s1600-h/dhs.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121382843207911346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLOj8gwB7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/RGP83M6c_rs/s320/dhs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My group of frens who were always by my side. Thanks for the lovely time spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLODsgwB6I/AAAAAAAAABs/XmI_bK6YW5I/s1600-h/cls.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121382289157130146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLODsgwB6I/AAAAAAAAABs/XmI_bK6YW5I/s320/cls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; The cls which enriches my two years in dunman. Though its a class i wasnt really bonded to, the friendships are everlasting. Thanks for the nice moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLNuMgwB5I/AAAAAAAAABk/P7z59KRMyaE/s1600-h/youbao+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121381919789942674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLNuMgwB5I/AAAAAAAAABk/P7z59KRMyaE/s320/youbao+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Friends who are always beside you when you are home sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLNVsgwB4I/AAAAAAAAABc/Lau1x1B0J9I/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121381498883147650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLNVsgwB4I/AAAAAAAAABc/Lau1x1B0J9I/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The moments of joy with a teacher so caring and nice. A fren who is always by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLNAsgwB3I/AAAAAAAAABU/BIlDUSvP2Uc/s1600-h/baona.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121381138105894770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLNAsgwB3I/AAAAAAAAABU/BIlDUSvP2Uc/s320/baona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I savour the pretty moments with my friends, friends who hear me crap and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLMisgwB2I/AAAAAAAAABM/lXkebuFhXWQ/s1600-h/HCFLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121380622709819234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLMisgwB2I/AAAAAAAAABM/lXkebuFhXWQ/s320/HCFLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I hope that I can be part of hc fencing for life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLMUMgwB1I/AAAAAAAAABE/sVERCtob9bU/s1600-h/ABF_LOGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121380373601716050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLMUMgwB1I/AAAAAAAAABE/sVERCtob9bU/s320/ABF_LOGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I love my fencing school. the creation of an epeelover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121380176033220418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLMIsgwB0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/6GKVEfRyuRU/s320/cb2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I want to be part of this wonderful school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLL08gwBzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k_HLxr1C8m0/s1600-h/dance.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121379836730804018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLL08gwBzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k_HLxr1C8m0/s320/dance.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I love the feeling of dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121384230482347986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLP0sgwB9I/AAAAAAAAACE/WaZQhBlMBXY/s400/ts" width="175" border="0" /&gt;The team which i want to be part of. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121385085180839906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLQmcgwB-I/AAAAAAAAACM/R_Zsdtspss4/s320/rainbow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, the blue skies, I wish to be part of that. I want a fulfilling life, a life i would never forget, a life enriched by friends and family and school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121387245549389810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLSkMgwB_I/AAAAAAAAACU/swmHX5tr6dA/s320/pianist.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I wish to be part of the large music studio, playing my melody, touching the lives of many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I hope that i can revive all these memories, some which i may have forgotten, some which i really hope can stay fresh in my mind everyday. I love my friends around me. I aint an easy person to get along with. I random, crap, throw tantrums, laugh and shout for no reason. These are the stuff which i do to make myself happy ( dun ask why:) " I wish to be part of the large music studio, playing my own melody to touch the lives of many". Thats really true. My mum put me into a music class when i was 5 but at that time, laerning music was a burden to me because there wasnt someone beside me to motivate and push me on. I took up piano again at a really old age. Sometimes, whenever i see young pianists playing in large concert halls, I feel inferior but again, I told myself, I can make the difference and i can also play in the same concert hall. All these thoughts have been falshing past my mind these days, no reason why but all these little flashbacks help me revive the little and sweet memories which are about to drip off my mind. I am glad that my parents gave me the chance to make a difference in my life with music. I will do my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ballet dancing was a thing i always wanted to do but never have the chance to. I love the grace, the elegance..... However, i was lucky enough to be able to do tap dancing, a dance which i almost lost faith in when i was learning and wanted to quit. Luckily, my dance teacher was always beside me, cheering me on, spurring me on. Thanks for all those little gifts and encouragment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;BSP trips!! I never have a really good impression about the BSP trips which I had, especially the last China trip. There were a lot of politics going in our small little clique. I appear quiet all these while not because i did not want to say anything but i was fearful to say something which may hurt our friendship. I really hope that we can go back to those moments, when we were so close together, being so involved in science projects, spending the night doing our research paper and doing crazy actions. I love the moments spent in the D and T room. Though we were always so fearful that the machines will burst or wadsoeva, i guess the process of making the ball shooter was definitely a memorable one. I wish that i can go back to all those little and sweet moments when we were together. Its the feeling of unease whenever i join the other group which you were in. I really hope you never misunderstood my little actions. In my heart, you are still a good fren, or even a fren whom i will always rmb, a friend who crap, cheer me up and make nice posters for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to revive all these wonderful moments and i hope my frens would be always beside me. I love hwa chong. I love my frens. I love hc fencing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121392940676024322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLXvsgwCAI/AAAAAAAAACc/7gFlBFeWtzg/s320/frens.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-4708317097074317623?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/4708317097074317623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=4708317097074317623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/4708317097074317623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/4708317097074317623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/10/memories-that-last.html' title='memories that last.'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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://bp1.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxLO3cgwB8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/iFmf9OiBeI0/s72-c/bj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-3939084936093369051</id><published>2007-10-14T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T07:05:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG.. today is such a perfect day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121192723607263154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxIhphztF7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/wIXhj4N0-Pk/s320/perfect_day_tige_boats.gif" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;morning. I had breakfast with valerie. yoyo. i think the lor mee looks quite nice. LOL. lets have more breakfasts together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;afternoon. had lunch with charmaine at swensens. Cool. The first time in my life i ate so much and feel like bursting. I had fish and chips and had this chocolate ice cream that was IMBA! omgg. lets go back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121192118016874402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxIhGRztF6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yw-XvHYRnGI/s320/ice.bmp" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;night. had dinner with miss au yong at mos. din eat much thou cos i was too full from lunch. I love the convo. Lets meet up often. Anyway, jiayou for your exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;midnight. went to cousin house for stay over cos house under renovation. I can sleep late!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am looking forward to tomorrow cos there is fencing training!! Yea. I want to train hard and aim for my very best. Yvon thereby declare that she loves fencing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are a lot of frens whom i wanna meet up. Baojia, valerie, charmaine, baona and my 4 gals gang and all my nice nice frens.... Peeps, lets meet up real soon. I guess i have really changed over time. I wake up everyday, hoping that i can train for fencing and become a nat team player. That kind of motivation is so great, really great. I am no longer the slack slack yvonne and most importantly i wanna aim for my very best to show others who the real yvon really is. I am determined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt guilty today cos i din really help my parents in packing the house and stuff and keep going out to shop ( thou i din splurge) . Mum lectured me. I guess this time its my fault. I admitted. I guess though my family is small, we are very close knitted. Thanks for the candle light dinner last night and thanks for treating me to bottletree park for such an expensive and wonderful dinner, something i have yearned for a year ago. I like the ambience, the large greenary and of course the cool swings. Yvon in the past loves areas where there are a lot of shops and can shop till i drop. Yvon now loves large spaces, spaces which make me feel i have loads of freedom. I like the feeling of fencing on the piste. Its like the whole piste is laid out solely for you. Its your platform, the platform for you to shine. Love that experience. To people who always say that my fencing speed is slow or mentioned that " I really feel you can be as good as so and so.,," trust me and give me some time and observe the rise of a different yvonne. I will do it, statement really powerful. I will make the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The difference in my life. The passion and love &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxIgVRztF4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lSFRAHsxNCw/s1600-h/040821_timacheff_AthensOlympicFencing_4686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121191276203284354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxIgVRztF4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lSFRAHsxNCw/s320/040821_timacheff_AthensOlympicFencing_4686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that drives. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxIfVxztF3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DA-RLQWo2Nk/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121190185281591154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxIfVxztF3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/DA-RLQWo2Nk/s320/Copy+of+Picture+234.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-3939084936093369051?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/3939084936093369051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=3939084936093369051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/3939084936093369051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/3939084936093369051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/10/perfect-day.html' title='Perfect Day'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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/_9-wS3lYJ-eY/RxIhphztF7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/wIXhj4N0-Pk/s72-c/perfect_day_tige_boats.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332998946555132238.post-4050963027632600521</id><published>2007-10-13T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:28:56.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heyys, thats my new blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As to why my blog is full of "epee.my love..." and stuff, its because i really love epee. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, come to think of it, the year is coming to an end which means my life in hwa chong is coming to an end in a year. Comparatively (sensitive issue thou), hwa chong is definitely more fun, exciting and classmates there are mostly sincere. In dunman, perfection was what i was going for. I could rmb times when i wanted perfect scores, perfect frens ( and yes, i did find one-- BAOJIA) and also a perfect life. In hwa chong, it was pretty much different. Comparatively to the rest, I was less capable in many ways but it was the drive within me that kept me going. I guess its the drive that comnes when you are made to feel inferior, unlike moments in dunman, whereby i have always been placed pretty much at the summit. The feeling is totally different. I learnt. From setting up a brand new CCA and training WITH the national team was in fact a great turning point for me. The comments ( which are totally insulting) that you have to bear makes me a different person from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, i became extremely cautious when it comes to making frens cos frens then do not really show their true colours and most of the time they make use of you. In hc, its not that i aint cautious but that feeling of fearing a fren betraying you wasnt really much prevalent. I always wanted to have such a feeling and i glad i did. Close frens who would hear you random, cry, talk, chat and lame together are frens that would bring you for long. I am glad that my clique of four sisters band- shonda, baona, wanrong and eunice made my stay in hc a wonderful and perhaps one with everlasting memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case i sound bias in any way( which seems very much true), my previous school has definitely provide me with opportunities to shine as an individual. I think its times i forget the moments of irrationality of the teachers. One whom i would nv forget is miss fang who commented about my hair being long when it was perfectly alright ( i have teachers to back this up). I m a pretty emotional person who is easily affected by feelings and comments of others and such a blow would be something i would never forget for sure, at least for the next ten years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that i have a great fencing exco always behind me, spurring me on, encouraging me when my national team coach niao me throughout. Yvon is not gg to be like the "yeaterday yvon". I will be motivated mann!!! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went kboxing with edison and baona today!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-4050963027632600521?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/4050963027632600521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=4050963027632600521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/4050963027632600521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/4050963027632600521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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-3332998946555132238.post-7766196548417766444</id><published>2007-10-10T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:43:20.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoyo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3332998946555132238-7766196548417766444?l=epeelover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/feeds/7766196548417766444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3332998946555132238&amp;postID=7766196548417766444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/7766196548417766444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3332998946555132238/posts/default/7766196548417766444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epeelover.blogspot.com/2007/10/yoyo.html' title=''/><author><name>epee.love.confidence.faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15042816502893631141</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>
