<?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-1168033530389456381</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:07:41.925+08:00</updated><category term='Poems'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='FYI'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='Blabbing'/><category term='Adverts'/><category term='Taiwan'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>STEPH the Cyborg.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168033530389456381.post-3556528679782911457</id><published>2010-05-03T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:07:22.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical theatre</title><content type='html'>I didn't get called back for the Musical Theatre auditions. I know I said I want to do acting, and I don't really care, but it hurts. I don't know why! It makes me worry for my Acting audition, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's for Your glory, Lord. You work in ways I don't understand, so.. I put my trust in You. I know and I believe that You have a plan for me. I believe that You have my future in Your all-powerful hands, the same hands that hold me in Your arms and tell me that it's okay. the same hands that made me. The same wonderful God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GejgYz_l7Mk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GejgYz_l7Mk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Holy Spirit, You're my comfort&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen me, hold my head up high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3556528679782911457?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3556528679782911457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3556528679782911457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3556528679782911457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3556528679782911457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/05/musical-theatre.html' title='Musical theatre'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8854580755440604990</id><published>2010-04-29T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:42:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Archuleta</title><content type='html'>is on my playlist. Cheesey songs. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BiHHfVINarc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BiHHfVINarc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me, I would follow.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I just pretend.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if  anyone can make me fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;You can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-8854580755440604990?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8854580755440604990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8854580755440604990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8854580755440604990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8854580755440604990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/04/david-archuleta.html' title='David Archuleta'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2710003751673257638</id><published>2010-04-29T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:53:05.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philip's Bday 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because I only have two more assessments left, I can actually blog on a regular basis again! Whopee! Anyway, what better to blog about than about the recent events! This is the first time I'm using Picasa to upload a blog post, so I hope this works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing - But I'm using Picasa cos my desktop died, and photoshop's in my desktop. -glares at desktop- The CPU kind of makes this beeping sound when I turn it on. Huh.   MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hpYVR0HCzik/S9lulju7lQI/AAAAAAAAABY/AeZS89VH7Tg/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hpYVR0HCzik/S9lulju7lQI/AAAAAAAAABY/AeZS89VH7Tg/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Tao's for Philip's 19th birthday! (I almost wrote 20th. Haha, that's how old you look.) I spent hours cracking my head, wondering what would be a good birthday present for Philip. A shirt (for main service!)? Socks?! Penknives? Plasters? Snacks? -headdesk- Then Ben enlightened us with sagely advice - treat him to dinner. Well. Duh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao's is located at the basement of PoMo, formerly known as Paradiz Centre. (I sound  like I'm writing an ad for them.) The food is freaking good. It's so damn good. It's a 7-course meal, go with an empty stomach. If you're not a mushroom eater, like me, go with mushroom eaters. You'll need them. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hpYVR0HCzik/S9lul5TePFI/AAAAAAAAABg/erT8I28nISY/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hpYVR0HCzik/S9lul5TePFI/AAAAAAAAABg/erT8I28nISY/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teas are served in cute little pots. Rose apple tea is the nicest. And the cups are so cute. HAHA. I'm a tea fan. I'm biased. The tea is freaking awesome. Ughh looking at the picture now makes me want to drink tea! Tea tea tea~ Haha. It has apples inside! And it's damn yummy! I can write a whole post about the joy of tea la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay basically, the food is good, save for one course which was some mushroom thing. Philip and Ben ate it for me. It was gross and squishy but according to them, it's nice. Haha. I liked the starters. It was some bread with cheese gratin that reminded me of solidified mushroom soup. Ha. I should write this post after eating dinner. -_- I'm getting hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main course - Take the beef. The beef is awesome. Awesome awesome beef.&lt;br /&gt;I took flounder. Yes the fish. I was kind of suspicious cos fish usually tastes really.. Fishy (pun not intended). It was damn good, with the cheese on top. Me, being female, got too full too quickly, which SUCKED cos I still wanted to eat. Grrawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hpYVR0HCzik/S9lumM9yJBI/AAAAAAAAABo/MVsQjwFlPOE/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hpYVR0HCzik/S9lumM9yJBI/AAAAAAAAABo/MVsQjwFlPOE/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, how could we forget what we came for? =D Philip! It's the company that counts at wherever we go, right? The staff was so nice, gave us extra tea and dessert~ There's this staff that keeps coming over to check us, see if everything's okay and all that jazz. Really really friendly, but I think he uses the same jokes on every table. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert was awesome (I had green tea ice cream!) and the guys had Creme Brulee. First time eating creme brulee - not my thing. Why is it eggy?! They gave extra tiramisu and chocolate mousse just cos it's was Flip's bday. If I wasn't so full it would've been nice. I need an external stomach that I can plug in. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hpYVR0HCzik/S9lumkzP6AI/AAAAAAAAABw/x9O156syDIo/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hpYVR0HCzik/S9lumkzP6AI/AAAAAAAAABw/x9O156syDIo/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday you old fart! Learn to smile more okay?&lt;br /&gt;XD I love how we're all coincidentally wearing black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2710003751673257638?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2710003751673257638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2710003751673257638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2710003751673257638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2710003751673257638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/04/philips-bday-2010.html' title='Philip&apos;s Bday 2010'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hpYVR0HCzik/S9lulju7lQI/AAAAAAAAABY/AeZS89VH7Tg/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168033530389456381.post-1948075051171390895</id><published>2010-04-24T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:10:10.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>Singing lessons are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Dance lessons are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Degree programs are expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of selling my dolls. Nami, Echo, James, Mav, Oreilya.&lt;br /&gt;And lolitas.&lt;br /&gt;And my lens. And everything that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't your dreams more important than these silly hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;Silly expensive hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't your dreams more important these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt; things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not come this far to not be able to do this.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I need some help. Any kind of help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-1948075051171390895?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1948075051171390895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1948075051171390895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1948075051171390895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1948075051171390895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/04/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3553090682528371204</id><published>2010-04-11T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:16:32.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Better than This</title><content type='html'>Three or so more weeks of school left, yes I'm counting down. Then I can say I've survived a year, a tough year that has stretched me and challenged me in ways that I don't like to be challenged. It's a little late for a new year post, but 2009 has been a year of lessons learnt, and 2010 is going to be a year to make the best out of the lessons that I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important lesson of all? Gods' way is always the right way.&lt;br /&gt;I regret to have taken that long to have realised this, though I knew it all along, I had to go through many many experiences (not nice ones at that) to realise it to its full potential. Stupid things I've done, but I'm glad I found my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank You. For friends that guided me back to You. For friends that will keep me with You. I've learnt. Thank You for not giving up on me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos after the busy-ness! I promise! Hahah! I really want to migrate to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3553090682528371204?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3553090682528371204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3553090682528371204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3553090682528371204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3553090682528371204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-better-than-this.html' title='Something Better than This'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7559468665103328392</id><published>2010-03-30T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:28:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>Sweet Charity is over. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I      hold it true, whate'er befall;&lt;br /&gt;    I feel it, when I sorrow most;&lt;br /&gt;    'Tis better to have loved and lost&lt;br /&gt;    Than never to have loved at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-7559468665103328392?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7559468665103328392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7559468665103328392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7559468665103328392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7559468665103328392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/03/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1394532784737469822</id><published>2010-03-26T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:15:20.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not go gentle into that good night</title><content type='html'>By Dylan Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night,&lt;br /&gt;Old age should burn and rave at close of day;&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though wise men at their end know dark is right,&lt;br /&gt;Because their words had forked no lightning they&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright&lt;br /&gt;Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,&lt;br /&gt;And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight&lt;br /&gt;Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, my father, there on the sad height,&lt;br /&gt;Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-1394532784737469822?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1394532784737469822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1394532784737469822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1394532784737469822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1394532784737469822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.html' title='Do not go gentle into that good night'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2959327871745111399</id><published>2010-03-07T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:24:12.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same sad song</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for awhile, for mainly three reasons - Lack of time and lack of interesting event to blog about, and lack of my laptop. I'm currently using my mom's BenQ Joybook Lite and I'm starting to get attached to it. T_T Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul has been sold as a dresser to Sweet Charity until end March. Ugh. Yes, quite fun, but it's taking over school life. I'm just sooo tired out for no reason. Okay, Steph! Get your life together! Yes I willl. -sigh- It's just so crazy now due to S.C. I guess staying back late in school always makes one grumpy. I'm dreading school tomorrow. The only happy thing is that it's Liv's birthday, and we're all dressing up like her. ^_^ Yay &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home today with the intention of taking a short nap, and to keep me semi-awake I decided to listen to some metal that Ben put in my mp3. I fell into a very deep sleep while thinking that "Hate Me!" by Children of Bodom was a very soothing song. Yes that's how tired I was. Nghhhn.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was so tired that I only realised NOW that I'm wearing my trackpants inside-out. Okay, back to my essays, then. T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/oreilya.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When is baby girl coming?!! T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2959327871745111399?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2959327871745111399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2959327871745111399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2959327871745111399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2959327871745111399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/03/same-sad-song.html' title='Same sad song'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2767734940461927304</id><published>2010-02-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:57:32.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5pv0EficWM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5pv0EficWM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2767734940461927304?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2767734940461927304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2767734940461927304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2767734940461927304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2767734940461927304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-do-wonder.html' title='I do wonder...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5309795544184622054</id><published>2010-01-31T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:58:50.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not never happy</title><content type='html'>What makes me happy:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of puppies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puppies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling people and puppies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People having fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People that make me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gummy candies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being with people that make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L4Ding with the same ppl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having good food with the same people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing with my dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching my dog sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing guitar and not screwing up the bar chords&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at my dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing nicely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to good music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing under the shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumping around in the evening breeze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at cute things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be happy, but something that made me happy is.. Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph.&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/1168033530389456381-5309795544184622054?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5309795544184622054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5309795544184622054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5309795544184622054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5309795544184622054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-not-never-happy.html' title='I am not never happy'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8109275009307566006</id><published>2010-01-29T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:48:38.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That the Sun will burn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still the hardest things to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are the words that mean the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on, Angel, say that love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that nothing in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will ever scare me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me to where the skies are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been an okay week. I'm alive. Painful, but still alive. It aches, but I know I'll get through this, cause God is awesome. :) I'm going to pull myself together, one way or another. Which means, step one, CLEAN MY ROOM. Yes, clean my room AND.. not mess it up like 10 mins later. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to stop falling back on the things so comfortable to me. :/ And stop depending on other people so much. -slaps self- I'm the one too strong to fight. BAAAAA~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, the boys are off with Lenny for some photoshoot. James/Nathaniel is a BOY. A pretty boy but a boy nonetheless. ANDDDD!!! I miss you guys! Yes you, the vampire princess and the lunatic! Atlantis wants to meet up! D: She threatens to flood your houses (with a tsunami, Len.) if we don't meet up soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yes.. I'm selling a Lati Blue Rei for 270USD including wig, faceup, and outfit. When my laptop is alive again, I'll post the pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/icicle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To where the skies are blue - DEPRESSING SONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-8109275009307566006?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8109275009307566006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8109275009307566006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8109275009307566006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8109275009307566006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-sun-will-burn.html' title='That the Sun will burn.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-6407357895025899696</id><published>2010-01-18T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:55:42.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you there, God?</title><content type='html'>It's me, Steph. Your daughter. The one you created and put HERE. It's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm demoralised. Why did you put me in this place? I know Your ways are not my ways, neither are Your thoughts my thoughts. But help me see Your way, because the way I see things now is hurting me. Help me to live as how You'd want me to live, because I'm faltering. I'm breaking down because I cannot see the talent that I apparently have. It's hurting so much and I know only You can understand. Help me to see, Lord. I wish I could believe myself when I said that I don't suck. It's just that the world is making me believe the opposite of what You made me to be. Your work of art. I just feel like a pile of crap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this where You really want me to go? Help me learn, give me strength to grow. I can't do this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a little help. Oh, screw it. Take over, Lord. I'll just fall flat on my face if I try by myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-6407357895025899696?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6407357895025899696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=6407357895025899696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6407357895025899696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6407357895025899696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-there-god.html' title='Are you there, God?'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-6161065219314149951</id><published>2010-01-15T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:58:53.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God...</title><content type='html'>Dear God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength. Keep me strong. You said You'd never let me go, and if I fell you'd catch me. I'm trusting in You, Lord. I'm going to stand for you tonight, please help me stay strong for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All You are is all I want, always. This life is Yours, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. I need You more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-6161065219314149951?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6161065219314149951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=6161065219314149951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6161065219314149951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6161065219314149951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-god.html' title='Dear God...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3000767983898861842</id><published>2010-01-14T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:29:31.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>School started this week.. Finally. I wasn't really looking forward to it much, after that long break. I think after every long holiday I have makes me want to be a bum/heiress/taitai for the rest of my life. Blogging from schoo, by the way. I'm supposed to be reading plays, but I will after this post, likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been okay, if you call complicated okay. Okay but private life stays private, and from past examples I have learnt never to put private life on your blog. Information for blackmail, you know.  So yes, only SOME people know what's going on. But.. Yes, it'll be resolved soon. God is gracious. and He'll pull me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared for the auditions actually, because I'll unlikely get in. Yes yes, like Philip said, do your best let God do the rest, rhyme not intended. Thank God for Sueanne and Tab with me in the course, otherwise I'll be dying in a ditch somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving on to happier things, but it's happy but with a sad element. My first darling boy, Namida, turned two on the 12th of Jan! I haven't got time to do a shoot with him, but his character's really grown in two years. ^_^ So happy second birthday, darling! &lt;3 Steph loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_1628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&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/1168033530389456381-3000767983898861842?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3000767983898861842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3000767983898861842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3000767983898861842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3000767983898861842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2877292685995275233</id><published>2010-01-08T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:14:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you die tonight.</title><content type='html'>If you die tonight, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those I've been praying for. I love you guys. You know who you are. Some I've asked to go to church with me, some I've talked to, or some I've just prayed for. If you see this, please watch it. Watch it to the end. Even if you watch halfway and don't feel like it, would you give this a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=57b89216572c373fc2d1" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2877292685995275233?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2877292685995275233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2877292685995275233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2877292685995275233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2877292685995275233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-die-tonight.html' title='If you die tonight.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-756306720474292145</id><published>2010-01-02T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:43:45.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy New Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 635px; height: 510px;" src="http://img2.gelbooru.com//samples/546/sample_28bdef98af042dde6e8b2b3d9c77b8b08ac62e9a.jpg?675459" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, everyone. School's starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 2009 doing stupid things and it took me a whole year to realise it.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that 2010 would be a less stupid year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a cleaner, more mature, and more proactive, and less lazy person in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I should get out of bed just about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-756306720474292145?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/756306720474292145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=756306720474292145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/756306720474292145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/756306720474292145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='A Happy New Year?'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1189021439413581771</id><published>2009-12-28T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:17:22.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit I am crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dollsoom.com/common_img/data/stockitem/1261461702_m" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A..hahah... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating grass for next few months..&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/1168033530389456381-1189021439413581771?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1189021439413581771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1189021439413581771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1189021439413581771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1189021439413581771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/12/shit-i-am-crazy.html' title='Shit I am crazy.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2594237780806242844</id><published>2009-12-25T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:33:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FOUND MY LUNA SCARLETTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dollsoom.com/eng/shop/item.php?it_id=1261526503"&gt;HERE!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAH! SHE'S DAMN CUTE! I've fallen head over heels in love with her already! &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt; argghhhhh.... And don't say she's creepy just because of her eyes! Just imagine them with pupils inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even made a mock order! &gt;_&lt; Should I split? If so, then it'll be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ai OE Head - $60 [me]&lt;br /&gt;Ai R. Head - $60&lt;br /&gt;Ai Humn Body - $100 [me]&lt;br /&gt;Hooves - $60&lt;br /&gt;Tail - $16&lt;br /&gt;Horns - $16&lt;br /&gt;Weenie Dee Hands (pointy) - $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes - $58 [me]&lt;br /&gt;Eyes - $28&lt;br /&gt;Wig - $28 [me]&lt;br /&gt;Shoes - $28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shipping: 22.4 ( i pay half )&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;257.2 USD / 3 = 85.7USD PER MONTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2594237780806242844?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dollsoom.com/eng/shop/item.php?it_id=1261526503' title='I FOUND MY LUNA SCARLETTE!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2594237780806242844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2594237780806242844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2594237780806242844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2594237780806242844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-found-my-luna-scarlette.html' title='I FOUND MY LUNA SCARLETTE!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7685877388088032488</id><published>2009-12-18T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:25:05.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my layout to something else! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Getting so sick and tired of making my own skins, so use someone else's stuff instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School going to be back on 11th Jan. I passed Semester 1. Before Sem2 starts, I need to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Read 3/30 plays.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do a damn Chinese monologue.&lt;br /&gt;3. Run twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get a singing teacher damn it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Warm up every single day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&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/1168033530389456381-7685877388088032488?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7685877388088032488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7685877388088032488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7685877388088032488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7685877388088032488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm-school.html' title='Hmm, School.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2271860817110327051</id><published>2009-12-18T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:39:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promised pictures! [IMAGE HEAVY!]</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures from my birthday~ It's been such a long time since there was a party at my house and I was so freaked out.. I hid in my room the whole time. :/ Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures not taken by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it started off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagi- ya smiling. XD I think he just looks kinda O_o-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little thicker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Len came to take over cos she said it was too thin. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Papa cooking. xD Fast cooks, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID THEY HIDE THESE THINGS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balloon blowing! Len: :3 Purple~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Caen, who helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len: BALLOON FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabbi and Isa who cabbed here after church. Wao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa: Look! Steph's wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chlo and I taking pictures with her instant film. I look so eyebaggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len and a Cassiopeia coloured balloon! &lt;3 Pearl red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0074-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa sitting in balloons. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewwww, that's all the photos. I got a haircut, took photos, but more on that another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;___&lt; Seeya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2271860817110327051?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2271860817110327051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2271860817110327051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2271860817110327051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2271860817110327051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-promised-pictures-image-heavy.html' title='I promised pictures! [IMAGE HEAVY!]'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7710494514361143757</id><published>2009-12-15T04:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:16:23.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I'm not dead! I was just being mad lazy and sleepy! =D And being a happy person, I guess. I'll type what I can remember from this, blah. Alrighty, this is a recount on the 17th October 2009. I know it's a long time ago, fuzzy memory, but I'll try alright? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert the hazy bright flashback lights-&lt;br /&gt;-white words on black background . . . 17th October 2009 . . . -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Time: Wah I dunno. Should be around 11am? -cough- I mean.. 0011 hours-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to my mummy nagging "PACK YOUR ROOM! WHY ARE YOUR STUFF ALL OVER THE BED?" And more nagging. Then she went "Happy birthday." And tries to straighten up the landfill which is my room. I mumble something like "Aiya I'm sleeping here not you.. No one's gonna see this anyway.." And go back to sleep, I think. Anyway, I awaken and goes to shower+ brush teeth. YES. I shower before I brush my teeth. Means I don't eat before I shower. Must bathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go into the kitchen to see what's there to eat. I open the fridge then there I saw packet drinks. I was like "huh? people coming over for my birthday..? NAHHHHH, she won't do things without my approval. She knows I don't like large group gatherings.." So I drank Vitasoy and went to church. Then smsed GC to make plans for dinner, maybe meet Len? Looking forward to a nice dinner cos I was craving pasta! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church, got birthday wishes (Yay! &lt;3) Then during service, GC smsed me, "Can't meet you. Sis is bleeding, need to accompany her to KK." So I was was totally sianned. T_____T I got really emo and depressed and almost cried because I was really looking forward to it! Bah! Then Isa and Tabbi weren't free for dinner either! So.. Okay, wasn't gonna let that spoil my mood.. I'm Steph, I can make other plans!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I smsed GC back in a very unhappy tone, "K. I going cafe meet cy for dinner or sth la. nvm"  Maybe dearest godbro CY could cheer me up. DD:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly an sms came in from my mom, "Steph come home after JG. Mummy got food poisoning."  WHAT THE HELL! T___T Got so suay anot? She was fine this morning! My mom is NEVER sick! Baaah!  Okay, so fine, I go home after JG.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I sms GC to ask how his sister was doing.  He replied, "She's ok already, now in TTSH" (Wait, didn't you say KK? You bad liar you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called my mom to ask if I need to buy food but she said "Come home first" (Do I hear voices in the background?!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was reaching the lift, I got really freaked out by this guy walking around and he walked off really fast when I came near. I'm really scared of guys walking around my block after the pervert incident.  Anyway I reach my lift and I hear running up the stairs opposite the lift. Then I see a very familiar backpack carried by a very familiar blonde. CHLOE PEK!   The lift comes and I go in, holding the lift door open...  &lt;blockquote&gt;'LEN!!! SHE'S HERE!!! I'M AT THE FIRST FLOOR!! I'M LOST!'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: CHLO I CAN HEAR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Chlo: OH SHI---!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we both went up the lift and she felt really guilty. HAHAHAH! So before I opened the door I was laughing mostly due to relief, cos I didn't have to spend my birthday eating maggie mee in my room watching anime. So then I opened the door and it was all "SURPRISE!" Then I went "AHA!" And Chlo walked in sheepishly. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my bigger surprise... What is GC and TJ doing in my house?! And is that Isa and Tabbi? Didn't I leave church earlier than them?! -confused- whaaaaat.... But before I could say anything, I was led into my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. ON. EARTH?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not only was my room VERY neat, it was under a mountain of balloons. Poor Jagi-ya was dying under the rubbery goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagi-ya: -suffocates-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with decorations! What the?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was in for the biggest shock of all:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Zhang Guo Chuan was snapping away on an EOS 1000D, when he asked me, "You know whose camera this is?" I was thinking, my brother probably lent him.. Then he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No. Yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAAAAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN BE ANYMORE CRAZY OR NOT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures all taken with 1000D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN DON'T BE SO CRAZY? I have a weak heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_0051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chlo, the blondie! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DAMN SLEEPY I CONTINUE TOMORROW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-7710494514361143757?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif' title='17th Birthday!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7710494514361143757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7710494514361143757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7710494514361143757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7710494514361143757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/12/17th-birthday.html' title='17th Birthday!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8710180499328474463</id><published>2009-11-25T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:20:20.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journals + Note</title><content type='html'>ACK. After this thursday I'm free, promise. I'm going to write my journals in my blog next time! Grrrrr. Anyway, koped this fron Ben's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never felt pain, then how would you know that I am a Healer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never had to pray, how would you know that I am a Deliverer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never had a trial, how could you call yourself an overcomer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never felt sadness, how would you know that I am a Comforter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never made a mistake, how would you know that I am a forgiver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew all, how would you know that I am the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never were in trouble, how would you know that I will come to your rescue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never were broken, then how would you know that I can make you whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never had a problem, how would you know that I can solve them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never had any suffering, then how would you know what I went through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never went through the fire, then how would you become pure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I gave you all things, how would you appreciate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I never corrected you, how would you know that I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had all power, then how would you learn to depend on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was perfect, then what would you need me for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jesus &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-8710180499328474463?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8710180499328474463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8710180499328474463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8710180499328474463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8710180499328474463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/11/journals-note.html' title='Journals + Note'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-4782530099847258810</id><published>2009-11-10T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:57:19.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Inch Heels</title><content type='html'>ARE DAMN PAINFUL OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will press on! I will one day be able to dance in them bloody heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts to write after assessments:&lt;br /&gt;1. Birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. Post photos&lt;br /&gt;3. School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-4782530099847258810?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4782530099847258810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=4782530099847258810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/4782530099847258810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/4782530099847258810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-inch-heels.html' title='3 Inch Heels'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5326711756322755218</id><published>2009-10-23T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:57:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST | FOUND [ation]</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S4mv5KjM1po&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S4mv5KjM1po&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT! Ignore the disgusting typo at the end tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I'm so busy nowadays. The school sem is ending so soon, and i PROMISE an update on my life (BIRTHDAY!!!) after all the damn assessments.&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/1168033530389456381-5326711756322755218?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5326711756322755218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5326711756322755218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5326711756322755218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5326711756322755218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-found-ation.html' title='LOST | FOUND [ation]'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8913900130504344450</id><published>2009-09-28T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:24:05.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up what's up?!</title><content type='html'>xD Pretty obvious, I haven't been blogging much lately. D: Due to... School!!! Yay!! xD Let's have a quick update shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/042-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Term 1 has ended. Term 2 has begun.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate writing analysis' of performances&lt;br /&gt;3. I have 3 complete dollies, and 2 heads, and half a body.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a new god brother.&lt;br /&gt;5. My birthday is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Term 1 has ended. Term 2 has begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 1 passed relatively painlessly and it's only going to get tougher from here. I miss those 8 months where I can wake up late and go to work.. It's fun to be a bum. Alas, life goes on. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the 2 months have been alright. IF you want more details, I'll e-mail you my journal (stupid Harris made us do it!). Zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I hate writing analysis' of performances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Harris/Robert. T.T  I don't think the understand the magnitude of pain they put us through. I almost died writing my analysis of Sing Dollar. One, I have goldfish memory. Two, I go to a show to enjoy it, not to analyse it! X_X If not for Ivy and CY I would have been dead/dried up somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to do analysis of Blood Wedding later. OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I have 3 complete dollies, and 2 heads, and half a body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namida Matsuo (Japanese: Matsuo Namida) - Abio Angel Ling&lt;br /&gt;Shoji - Lati Blue Rei&lt;br /&gt;Echo Elise Mathieu - Lati Blue Yern&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel 'James' Galterio - Cerebus Project El&lt;br /&gt;Mavolio H. - K-doll Karon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Bahahaha, I love freaking you guys out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I have a new god brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... by the name of Loh Chee Yeong! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story, okay fine not so funny. He just asked. LOL. But when people ask you cannot reject what, so no point right. Okay sorry CY, I wasn't going to reject anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he always wanted a younger sis. I feel so made used of now (again, JOKE). Bahaha, Cy, I'm gonna announce it here so you can't get out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a pact! If I stop eating ice, he'll stop smoking. I ate ice today cos he cracked and smoked. Ha! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. My Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October 17 October &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/1168033530389456381-8913900130504344450?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8913900130504344450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8913900130504344450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8913900130504344450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8913900130504344450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-up-whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up what&apos;s up?!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-6590886701277941030</id><published>2009-08-11T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:58:08.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thou Near To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eahJFYw5jU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eahJFYw5jU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wander through this life&lt;br /&gt;Be Thou near to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Though In this burden of my making&lt;br /&gt;Yet in the shadows still a light I see&lt;br /&gt;Maker whose love is not forsaking&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, be thou near to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-6590886701277941030?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6590886701277941030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=6590886701277941030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6590886701277941030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6590886701277941030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-thou-near-to-me.html' title='Be Thou Near To Me'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8464440959527516536</id><published>2009-08-09T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:09:11.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like my Husband 59!</title><content type='html'>I was storm! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDk3NDc1MTA1NzkmcHQ9MTI*OTc*NzYyODAzNiZwPTEzNDgxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTI3ZmVhOTg4YmQwYzRhOGU5OWE5MGNmZTIwYzY1MDVjJm9mPTA=.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;     &lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://macromedia.com/cabs/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.quizilla.com/templates/QZ2/media/swf/quidget.swf?q_id=6274532&amp;amp;q_type=quizzes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="name" value="Quidget"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="id" value="Quidget"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;embed src="http://www.quizilla.com/templates/QZ2/media/swf/quidget.swf?q_id=6274532&amp;amp;q_type=quizzes" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" id="Quidget" name="Quidget" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-8464440959527516536?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8464440959527516536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8464440959527516536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8464440959527516536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8464440959527516536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-like-my-husband-59.html' title='Just like my Husband 59!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5991724355923764433</id><published>2009-08-03T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:33:04.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>Damn shagged. I felt like I was having drama like the whole day. Yoga is painful, except for the lying down part. Today, I sat down to much I think I have a butt indent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to blog/be online much. I felt like I ran around Singapore. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does one purchase Mdm Suping pants? Aka fisherman pants. Or Ali baba pants. WHAT'S THE RIGHT TERM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-5991724355923764433?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5991724355923764433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5991724355923764433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5991724355923764433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5991724355923764433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3850636464239396500</id><published>2009-07-30T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:49:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally here. My foundation year at LASALLE is starting. I went for orientation today, and met up with the same people I met during the auditions. Crazy and fun bunch of them, like all theatre students are. I can't wait for school to start, for those mad times we're gonna have. This is what I've waited for all this while, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got my school schedule. Basically it's Monday - Friday, 8.30AM - 7PM. Woohoo. But it's what I've wanted to do this whole time, I guess. It's like, having Drama for school. And this means I can't work anymore. Argh, I'm gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/024-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making that decision to join Settlers@SMU was probably one of the things I could never regret. I've met the most amazing people, people that I had so much fun, and learnt so much from. People that I felt were almost family to me. Especially those times when we had steamboat / porridge / herbal chicken soup. (JOHN! XD) You guys felt like family. Shit I'm going to start sobbing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people that I were with for the past almost 8 months. Playing WoW (played wow cos of them!), changing the mop water, facing the horror that is in the sink, facing the horror on the floor, getting nagged at, joked around with. I'm really going to miss them. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/014-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's also where I broke my first plate/cup/jug. It's like, I never broke anything at home before, and I break like so many things there. I still remember the evil plate! -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/005-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing the game shelves. D: Was horrid, but it is now made easy by Juleng's perfect solution! Hahahha. And it's Ivy there, next to me. DD: I'm gonna miss her lameness (oops!). And our bread + tofu diet which didn't work out in the end. XD Hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/001-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hero in Warcraft TCG. Hehhe. Like, all the guys at cafe played, so it was very pointless to just sit there watching them, so I learnt it too. Turns out to be a fun game la! XD Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/004-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss these counters. XD Going to miss playing mahjong. Going to miss all you people. I'M SO SAD NOW. Cafe's always gonna be like a family to me la. Love you guys. :( Okay, gonna go now! Orientation part 2 and last day of work tomorrow! ARGHH! -sobs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course, that's where I found you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3850636464239396500?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3850636464239396500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3850636464239396500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3850636464239396500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3850636464239396500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/07/8-months.html' title='8 months.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2278936372009388320</id><published>2009-07-23T04:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T04:49:50.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAH!!!</title><content type='html'>HI EVERYONE. EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT?! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kurocha.com/store/bmz_cache/1/11500199ef58c5ad57644abf50e75781.image.250x250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T Louise nendoriod! 8D 62 SGD.  She's damn cute. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2278936372009388320?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2278936372009388320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2278936372009388320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2278936372009388320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2278936372009388320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/07/aaah.html' title='AAAH!!!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-929966539515179708</id><published>2009-07-22T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T04:16:15.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Stand by You</title><content type='html'>Jagi-ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPzAsuWV_XM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lPzAsuWV_XM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you confess, could make me love you less.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zutto, eien ni, yakusoku de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-929966539515179708?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/929966539515179708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=929966539515179708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/929966539515179708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/929966539515179708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-stand-by-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Stand by You'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2009521151416299734</id><published>2009-07-20T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:27:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I can't let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waking by the sunlight and your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs47/f/2009/197/1/b/Sunlight_by_websteph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Can I forget about the way it feels to touch you?&lt;br /&gt;And all about the good times that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;Could I wake up without you every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On another note, Harry Potter and the HBP is not worth a cinema watch. Pirated VCD level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. :(&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/1168033530389456381-2009521151416299734?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2009521151416299734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2009521151416299734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2009521151416299734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2009521151416299734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-cant-let-go.html' title='Why I can&apos;t let go.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-116039648292770524</id><published>2009-07-10T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:51:59.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a Longing</title><content type='html'>I feel like shopping. :( Meh! I want to need to and have the URGE to go shopping. :( Okay, that aside, it's 1.40AM and I can't get to sleep. Why, you ask. Weeeeell, for reasons known and unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;, I'm worried sick. (Don't ask.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a little hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;, I fell asleep at 8.30pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;, I'm worried sick. (Ask if you want, but I won't tell you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five&lt;/span&gt;, Shit I'm mad worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so worried I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven&lt;/span&gt;, FREAKING WORRIED LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eight&lt;/span&gt;, I crave for Katong Laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine&lt;/span&gt;, I crave for Prawn noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ten&lt;/span&gt;, I'm freaking sad and worried. :(&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/jich.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wishing for.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/koch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Trouble is a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edited these two pictures just a while ago. On a lighter note, my lolita is finally here! On a sadder note, I want a BABY lucky pack which will probably render me broke, so nevermind. :( Why are Lolis so pretty?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosfest is this weekend, and I'm discouraged to go due to H1N1. -slaps H1N1- Pfffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say, I'm going to try to sleep again. OR knock myself with a frying pan! :) I think. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish i could be there, wish i could be holding you&lt;br /&gt;watching as you drift in sleep&lt;br /&gt;and taking away your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1168033530389456381-116039648292770524?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/116039648292770524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=116039648292770524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/116039648292770524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/116039648292770524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-longing.html' title='There is a Longing'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7011860488130224845</id><published>2009-07-07T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:24:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQTVczYS7gw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQTVczYS7gw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to so many Taylor Swift songs. "The Best Day" Just made me cry. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-7011860488130224845?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7011860488130224845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7011860488130224845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7011860488130224845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7011860488130224845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-eyes.html' title='Beautiful eyes'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7606858824243217553</id><published>2009-07-06T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:29:51.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>My God is an awesome God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's musical was amazing, I've never seen the 4th floor sanctuary so filled up! I was also surprised that Eug came - thought he would have forgotten all about it, cos even I didn't expect him to come. Thanks you! And I also didn't forget any cues or lines! Yay!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the musical DVD, if you want it, MSN me. I'll try to burn it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to reward myself today, I ordered McDelivery! Fillet O fish meal with the cinnamon melts! Of course, paired with my mayo + chilli mix sauce! Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut, working later at 5, so... Bleh! Ttyl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-7606858824243217553?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7606858824243217553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7606858824243217553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7606858824243217553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7606858824243217553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5017158922612600308</id><published>2009-07-03T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:07:49.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today!</title><content type='html'>Today is the day tralalalala! Yes, it's D-DAY of D-musical! 8DD The 17 Year-old virgin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3 Okay! Off to bathe + eat something and it's off to church! Wish me luck, guys! 8D And pray that I don't stumble/fall/trip/forget lines/go off key when singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-5017158922612600308?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5017158922612600308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5017158922612600308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5017158922612600308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5017158922612600308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html' title='Today!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1369556030911459421</id><published>2009-06-24T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:24:26.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuffnang Blogging Contest - Nokia</title><content type='html'>When you gotta do something crazy, you gotta do something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/nokias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/nokia.jpg"&gt;Full resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Brushes by &lt;a href="http://meth.deviantart.com/art/Music-Brushes-56688063"&gt;Meth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blackribbons/"&gt;my own photostream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shake up with Nokia Comes with Music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1168033530389456381-1369556030911459421?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1369556030911459421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1369556030911459421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1369556030911459421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1369556030911459421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/nuffnang-blogging-contest-nokia.html' title='Nuffnang Blogging Contest - Nokia'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8583595782468348152</id><published>2009-06-21T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:03:57.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the World crashes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Warning: Angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_2613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt useless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever felt that no matter how hard you tried, you'd always be at the back? Have you ever felt that you've not only let yourself down, you've let people who put their faith in you down, too? Have you ever felt that you'll always know somebody's always got the upper hand? Have you ever felt like giving up? Have you ever felt like running away? Have you ever felt so sick and tired of people and you just want new ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm so sensitive when people talk to me about performing. It's not like I'm not trying. I'm crawling on even though it hurts. It's the craft I claim to be my forte. And I suck at it. Plainly put - I bloody well suck. But you see, I don't do anything else better. I can't do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, then, I can't live up to what you want me to be. Sometimes you forget I'm human, too. That I feel weary and the lack of drive just like you. But I'm sorry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go back to do what I do best - The mask is waiting. The act is beginning. Like Shakespeare said, "All the world's a stage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I do not want sympathy, empathy, pity or any form of sorrywords. I will, in response to these replies, be very sarcastic as well as ignore you for a while. I also do not want comfort or any "What's going on"s. Sheesh, it's my BLOG, isn't it? Can't I write here without getting pissed off? &gt;_&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/1168033530389456381-8583595782468348152?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8583595782468348152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8583595782468348152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8583595782468348152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8583595782468348152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-world-crashes.html' title='When the World crashes.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-181006429414593376</id><published>2009-06-18T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:30:14.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/Thank_You.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-starts sobbing uncontrollably-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Korean -sob- dramas -sob- are -sob- so.. -sniff- DEPRESSING. -sobs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny lent me this and.. I watched the first chapter while eating Curry Chicken with rice. Little did I know there was a surgical scene so I consumed my lunch whilst watching the doctor perform a bloody (pun not intended) operation. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued eating, there was a bit of a sad part and then I lost all appetite. -emos-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL BACK TO WATCHING.&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/1168033530389456381-181006429414593376?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/181006429414593376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=181006429414593376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/181006429414593376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/181006429414593376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2783843567418820986</id><published>2009-06-17T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:20:42.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have dreamt of a place for you and I.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is.. No money month! Perhaps I should rethink my Doll family. I really think I should stop at 4 full dolls and one head. Yep, that's enough. -sigh- I guess my girls (Lue and Luna) will have to wait until I'm done with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Christian Lacriox (is that how to spell it?) gallery at the Singapore Museum (Opposite SMU) with Chloe. Free entry for students. We also went to the Verner Panton exhibition. That was fun. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's a French costume designer, and has designed for many great performances such as Romeo and Juliet. I like his designs, but they look awfully heavy. D: Uploaded a few on Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2422/3632340015_0c451cbe92.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chlo and I camwhore in toilets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the rest on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blackribbons/"&gt;MY FLICKR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going off to sleep now! &lt;3 Steph! Baaa, work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3222984360_d1029ea64e.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unique!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/1168033530389456381-2783843567418820986?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2783843567418820986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2783843567418820986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2783843567418820986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2783843567418820986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/anywhere.html' title='Anywhere'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5826485578630803615</id><published>2009-06-15T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:29:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Around</title><content type='html'>I wish this holiday could be spent with me doing nothing. I want to laze around, eating Maggie Mee and watching anime. I want to sleep in until 4PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been so busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to rehearsals later. Follow me on twitter to see what I'm doing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/meh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing pictures are fun! :3&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/1168033530389456381-5826485578630803615?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5826485578630803615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5826485578630803615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5826485578630803615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5826485578630803615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/rolling-around.html' title='Rolling Around'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5131171490189110845</id><published>2009-06-10T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:54:32.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Few Days</title><content type='html'>Well, CMD camp is tomorrow to friday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pictures and uploaded it on my flickr. :3 GC booked in today and he's gonna be bald. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAANDDD... Lookie what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3611481978_016a718837.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagi-ya says, ".___. Mehhh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He has this eternally glassy-eyed blank face which is so cute la! xD -huggles fluffy bear- Yay! And with a bear, comes act-chio buay-chio pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3610675541_fe6021a6bf.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jagi looks traumatised here. AND FORGIVE MY MAKEUPLESS FACE LA. Sorry if I cracked your comp screen! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3611468480_f2c5a78267.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo loves her new wig from Leeke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph &lt;3&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/1168033530389456381-5131171490189110845?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5131171490189110845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5131171490189110845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5131171490189110845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5131171490189110845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-few-days.html' title='These Few Days'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7076736123200397184</id><published>2009-06-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:15:09.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jagi-ya..</title><content type='html'>Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along just like a song&lt;br /&gt;And brightened my day&lt;br /&gt;Who would have believed that you were part of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Now it all seems light years away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people say happiness takes so very long to find&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh and I can't sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything&lt;br /&gt;You see I feel glad when you're glad&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I just can't smile without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-7076736123200397184?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7076736123200397184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7076736123200397184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7076736123200397184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7076736123200397184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/jagi-ya.html' title='Jagi-ya..'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-4622998420089634318</id><published>2009-06-03T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:07:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAAAAIN!</title><content type='html'>BLOODY CRAMPS SO BLOODY PAIN! Guys! Be glad you're guys and you don't have to suffer this damn leaky feeling every month! It's like you're peeing and not being able to control it! &gt;_&lt; And the bloody cramps are so bloody painful! It's like there's this thing squishing your stomachy area (that area below your belly?) and squeezing in. And it's so pain that it makes me unable to move at all. T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid monthly auntie that visits me. -kicks her- DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-4622998420089634318?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4622998420089634318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=4622998420089634318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/4622998420089634318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/4622998420089634318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/06/paaaain.html' title='PAAAAIN!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5300797555108664617</id><published>2009-05-31T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:08:25.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit from Love</title><content type='html'>I posted this on my LJ a few months ago, and no harm posting it here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You'll be safe with me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry-item"&gt;She had flame-red hair,&lt;br /&gt;With ice-blue soul and wide-eyed stare.&lt;br /&gt;Cold and warm fingertips,&lt;br /&gt;Malice and comfort on cherry-red lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had faint pale scars on her face,&lt;br /&gt;Down her cheek and neck they grace.&lt;br /&gt;Silverbells tinkled when she smiled,&lt;br /&gt;As her flaming locks went wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step closer to the girl,&lt;br /&gt;Her face snow white and purest pearl.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped within patience and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Sound of his name and bright alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked why she was living on,&lt;br /&gt;When seconds later Love was gone.&lt;br /&gt;She whispered in her magical tune,&lt;br /&gt;An epiphany t'was revealed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love isn't love if you forget&lt;br /&gt;The reason why you ever met."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13 : 4-7&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;br /&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;span class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It always &lt;u&gt;protects&lt;/u&gt;, always&lt;u&gt; trusts&lt;/u&gt;, always &lt;u&gt;hopes&lt;/u&gt;, always &lt;em&gt;perseveres&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love never fails.&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/1168033530389456381-5300797555108664617?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5300797555108664617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5300797555108664617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5300797555108664617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5300797555108664617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/visit-from-love.html' title='A Visit from Love'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7256809949674266806</id><published>2009-05-27T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:26:08.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday We'll Know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jujqj8LNchQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jujqj8LNchQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday we'll know, if love can move the mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday we'll know, why the sky is blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have to let go? Is there no other way? Why must it end this way? I knew this was coming, I knew that the day would come when I had to force myself to do this. But I never believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret meeting you. But I regret.. The stupid choices I've made throughout. I could have spared all this nonsense and pain if I had just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; more. Seeked more. Asked more. And not have listened to the brain + heart that doesn't like to work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want this to work out. Never wanted anything else so much. But deep down, there's a still small voice telling me this isn't the one. My entire self wants to deny that fact, but it stays there. Why? Must it be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could ask God just one question, why aren't you here with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to think about how I would look you in the eye, and say all this. I told you to hold on, didn't I? I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday we'll know, why I wasn't meant for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-7256809949674266806?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7256809949674266806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7256809949674266806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7256809949674266806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7256809949674266806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/someday-well-know.html' title='Someday We&apos;ll Know.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3570653713393150612</id><published>2009-05-25T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:21:16.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/002-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing around with my camera, etc. &gt;_&lt; I'm gonna go take pictures of my dorries~ :3 I can't wait for Mavvie to come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph.. Has been busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3570653713393150612?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3570653713393150612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3570653713393150612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3570653713393150612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3570653713393150612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/tears-of-angel.html' title='Tears of an Angel'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-6679044820560878435</id><published>2009-05-21T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:27:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep bleeding, love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://th08.deviantart.com/fs40/300W/f/2009/009/7/9/79bfbcb891510d1a3e85c82e241add3f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sorceresstainn.deviantart.com/art/Missing-108975849"&gt;Image from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This pain, this bleeding, this hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Almost hating for feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to ignore the nagging ache&lt;br /&gt;This biting cold, this numbness seeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I sleep just to dream of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And wake without you there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't something missing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-6679044820560878435?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6679044820560878435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=6679044820560878435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6679044820560878435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6679044820560878435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-bleeding-love.html' title='Keep bleeding, love.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3623732656065535413</id><published>2009-05-13T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:59:57.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Move pictures.</title><content type='html'>I've finally finished editing the pictures of my new room/house thingum! :3 19 pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something from Japan which I don't understand, hanging on my door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you open the door.. You immediately see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dolls* are excited that I'm giving a virtual tour, and also complaining that I never take pictures of them anymore, so they insist on showing you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bookshelf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas thing Japanese host gave me, Lelouch, Byakuya, Echo's foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo: The wall clashes with my hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji has taken over my desk! But it's okay, he has cuteness to make up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji: Hi Fufu~~ Let's meet up soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OKAY MOVING ON! Moving to.. My bed! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My messyish bed, and.. Namimi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namida: I'm the first kid, so I get dibs on the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nami: -smirk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, let's move on the other parts of the room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: You guys rushed here so quickly..&lt;br /&gt;Echo: Can't let the guys get the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;Shoji: These are our boxes, but they're used to keep our stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With that, Shoji and Echo both hop onto the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji: But we don't sit around the room all the time...&lt;br /&gt;Echo: Nami, a little help here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji: We sleep in Steph' cupboard!&lt;br /&gt;Nami: There ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nami: The bottom half of Steph's closet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo: -jumps up- Which we've dominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: Okay guys, I'm ending it! Go in and say bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: BYEBYE~ -lovelove-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At this point, I wasn't convinced that they're this lovey dovey. So I opened the closet and took a quick shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji: Guys Steph is ope---&lt;br /&gt;Echo: -has snatched teddy bear from Namida-&lt;br /&gt;Namida: Hmphh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeke shoes are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* = Dolls' dialogue are purely fictional. They really don't move around my room. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3623732656065535413?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3623732656065535413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3623732656065535413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3623732656065535413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3623732656065535413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-move-pictures.html' title='House Move pictures.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2309432359381894419</id><published>2009-05-12T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:12:58.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments - Shoji &amp; Fuyuki</title><content type='html'>Crossposted on SGcafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the two of them at a not-so-recent meet. Sho &amp;amp; Fufu are so sweet la~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_5111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are my summer breeze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my winter sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my springtime soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My autumn touch of gold."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just unpacked everything in my room. Will post pictures soon. Patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2309432359381894419?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2309432359381894419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2309432359381894419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2309432359381894419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2309432359381894419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/moments-shoji-fuyuki.html' title='Moments - Shoji &amp; Fuyuki'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-4949295167634997891</id><published>2009-05-05T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:41:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payday is Today!</title><content type='html'>I love payday. HAHAHAH. Don't give me that judging look - Who doesn't love payday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a throbbing head and a slight fever. In fact, everywhere aches. &gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt; To add to the pain, my throat hurts. T_T I need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X_X  Until next time, when I'm feeling less horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-4949295167634997891?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4949295167634997891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=4949295167634997891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/4949295167634997891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/4949295167634997891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/payday-is-today.html' title='Payday is Today!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-160594226486244045</id><published>2009-05-04T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:20:37.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being left.</title><content type='html'>I'm packing for the house-move as type. Reading your old journals and diaries is never a good thing. It's a bit funny how my feelings and views changed in the years. I read what I felt before, promises that I've promised people, and people I've disappointed and let down and hurt. I guess I'm really and idiot after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading these things again makes me wonder if it's right for me to make this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to turn back now, and what makes it worse, is that I'm not sure if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-160594226486244045?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/160594226486244045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=160594226486244045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/160594226486244045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/160594226486244045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-left.html' title='Being left.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1203178929788966429</id><published>2009-05-03T03:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:54:54.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken  a la Carte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/+1081/Chicken-+a-la-Carte"&gt;WATCH THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-1203178929788966429?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1203178929788966429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1203178929788966429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1203178929788966429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1203178929788966429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-la-carte.html' title='Chicken  a la Carte'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-6604644331250538260</id><published>2009-05-03T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:28:39.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining!</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like storms but but.... T_T IT'S DARK OUTSIDE AND I NEED TO PEE. :( I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid cockroaches will crawl inside. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate lightning. Thunder is fine. Lightning makes me feel like I'll get electrocuted. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;想你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-6604644331250538260?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6604644331250538260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=6604644331250538260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6604644331250538260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6604644331250538260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s raining!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8446987938752804000</id><published>2009-05-03T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:42:01.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna wanna wanna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be able to do so many things. Like not hiding anymore... Bah. Whatever. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are pictures from a few weeks ago! JG + youth helpers went to Settlers @ SMU for some.. Fun? I guess.  Hahaha. Tabs, Danny and I ended up working-ish instead. That aside, pictures~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_5153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Isa and Tabs with our usual act cute pouty lips picture. XD I wubbles you girls! Taken whilst waiting for Danny, who was very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_5155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG. A GUITAR DISTORTION?!!?! WOWWWSSS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then after Powerhouse, we took a bus to SMU, where we camwhored. :3 Yet again. Can't help it la, the lighting in the bus was nice. (Excuses... xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_5171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Stacy Foo! The sunlight is pretty. But I'm like, hiding in the dark. Haha. I know the editing looks abit fake la. I'm trying to do the whole fake-focus thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's the end of the photos because Photoshop's being a bitch. Hahaha. My monthy lady in red is going to visit me in a few times with her torturing devices, and I'm eating Haagen Daz green tea ice cream. Can't blame me, it's nice. D: Who doesn't love ice cream?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just packed my doll stuff for the big move on Friday. Hahaa. I really gotta learn sewing cos Echo's too tiny to fit even into F2BM clothes. D: She's so aneroxic, goodness. I'm bringing her to church tomorrow, maybe to take a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's (or today's) schedule - 9AM Secrets of the vine, then 10.30AM service, then 1-1.30- collect my stuff, then lunch, then I'll go home to pack my stuff and perhaps do faceup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleepy. Maybe it's because I need to pee. XD I went to dig up some really old pictures. Goodness. Steph, never, EVER do the short-hair phase again! I looked horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly can't wait to start school, to restart this journey. To start these four years..  I miss performing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/PET_3632-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my fat thighs. Everyone has them unless they're freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps I can't wait to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1168033530389456381-8446987938752804000?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8446987938752804000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8446987938752804000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8446987938752804000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8446987938752804000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-wanna-wanna.html' title='I wanna wanna wanna...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-756423837582581120</id><published>2009-04-29T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:35:47.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Good Heavens!!</title><content type='html'>After hours of blood, sweat, potato chips and coffee, I have finally completed my blogskin! -dies- My back hurts now. It certainly has been a while since I've actually done some updating. I haven't been up to much, but here's a quick update on my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, here's a picture of my darling wolf-boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/shoshoji.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to topic! I shall write them all in point form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. I'm moving house on May 8!&lt;br /&gt;2. I got into Lasalle, theatre!&lt;br /&gt;3. Drama got Gold for SYF. :3&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm working at Settlers @ SMU&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm broke. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore #5.. I should really stop spending on my dolls. xD I shall learn to sew. And yes, I'm moving yet again! To where? I can't possibly post it online, what if I get stalked? But it's pretty close to where I lived previously. My room is dark purple (very Indiany, says Mom) with silver curtains. I wanted to paint silver stars but I got mocked by the Mom who said, "You think you still 5-years-old ah?" :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are all starting Poly and hence, Tabbi and I are the only ones left with almost nothing to do. On a lighter note, our church is organising a musical, more details about that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how am I? Well, I've been busy doing nothing. That's right. On days that I'm working, I'll come home pretty tired, then I'll go to sleep and spend the day doing almost nothing. It's either I'm really packed or really empty. At least the house-move gives me some incentive to clear the rubbish dump which I endearingly call my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to shower and hopefully get something done. Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Singapore's weather sucks. Never leave home without shades + umbrella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-756423837582581120?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/756423837582581120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=756423837582581120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/756423837582581120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/756423837582581120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-good-heavens.html' title='Oh Good Heavens!!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8730960380717270967</id><published>2009-04-11T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:19:48.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life sucks but God is good."</title><content type='html'>I really have to agree with that statement that Andrew replied me with, when I asked him, "How's life." Life sucks, but God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working, singing, speaking, and sleeping. Well, you'd be glad to hear that I made it to the callbacks for Lasalle. I don't know if I can make it in, but I pray so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I took a few pictures of myself 'cos Mummy helped me with makeup, and I realised I take more photos of dolls than of me. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/hahah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look very un-me in the 3rd photo. WHAT?! I was trying to smile sweetly ok. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-8730960380717270967?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8730960380717270967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8730960380717270967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8730960380717270967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8730960380717270967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-sucks-but-god-is-good.html' title='&quot;Life sucks but God is good.&quot;'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1561750054838931838</id><published>2009-04-02T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:19:26.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I don't know why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/sgc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so empty, like I've lost all sense of purpose. Maybe it's the long break, giving me nothing to do, nothing to think of. No rush, no wearyness, just plain emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any drive. No spark. Where's my spark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my centre.&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/1168033530389456381-1561750054838931838?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1561750054838931838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1561750054838931838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1561750054838931838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1561750054838931838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-i-dont-know-why.html' title='But I don&apos;t know why.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1072537166232800277</id><published>2009-03-12T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:10:43.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Down as cold as Snow</title><content type='html'>Forget it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_1633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is my bloody fault. Yes. I'm your ridiculous bloody idiotic moneysucker that always does things last minute. Yes. That's me. Kill me off then. :) Sodding kill me off, because I'm here for nothing and I shouldn't even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, why aren't I one of those people who went to JC and actually have a tangible future? Why aren't I one of those people who want to be accountants, doctors, lawyers, teachers? Why am I doing such stupid things that are a waste of time and your money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, you suck. :) Yes I do. Everything is my fault. JUST KILL ME OFF THEN. It is all my fault that I am a lazy asshole and I don't know a thing about Singpass or some online application thing and I am such a lazy retard. AND I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! Yes. I don't even know if I can get into Lasalle cos I am so bloody untalented and this is a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and slam the cheque book on the table. I'm a waste of your time and money. I spend all my time on the phone. Yes. I suck as your daughter. I'm not like other people. Why am I even here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to cry myself to sleep this time. Sleep is the least of my worries. Steph, you suck as a human being. You deserve to burn. Burn. Burn. (Wow, sounds like off centre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much it hurts. Maybe she's right, you know. I'm too messed up. I need my escape. Where's my haven? Where's my escape? Where's my safety net and sanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find my centre. I've been buried too deep. I need to set things right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/Ribbons006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break free from the things that are choking me.&lt;br /&gt;And things that are pushing Jesus away from the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Step by step.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I'm giving you my all this time.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who can pull me out of this mess.&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/1168033530389456381-1072537166232800277?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1072537166232800277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1072537166232800277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1072537166232800277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1072537166232800277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-down-as-cold-as-snow.html' title='Falling Down as cold as Snow'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3647725691428404381</id><published>2009-03-11T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:10:20.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even when I fail You</title><content type='html'>Even when I fail You,&lt;br /&gt;I know You love me. I know You love me.&lt;br /&gt;At the cross I bow my knee, where Your blood was shed for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no greater love than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Bangkok and bought a truckload of things. XD Shopping is addictive. :3 Total count : 4 scarves, 9 articles of clothing, 1 pair of earrings, about 9 hairbands, 1 hat.... etcetcetc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to Nami-dumpty together again. He probably hates me now. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, photos of that trip / Nami+Echo+Shoji  another time.  It's MEME time! Taken from Lawliet's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - My Bed (Which I am sitting on)&lt;br /&gt; - My Laptop?&lt;br /&gt; - My Desktop. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt; - My handphone&lt;br /&gt; - My luggage (Haven unpack la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How do you style your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Er, dry it and put THEFACESHOP (&lt;3) hair conditioner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Long sleeve white shirt and black pants. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If you could spend an hour with any one person of your choice (be they dead or alive) who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jesus! ^_^ Or Yoochun. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do you nap a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to, when I was in school. Now I just sleep too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Erm. -cough- I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What’s your current fandom/obsession/addiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CHUNNIE? :33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What was the last thing you ate today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- XXL Chicken from Shihlin? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What was the last text message you received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Okay." - GC. Waste of message space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What websites do you always visit when you go online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SGCafe, my blog, DoA, Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What was the last thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uhhhhhhhhhh.... Alot of things in Bangkok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The noisy aircon and my own typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What do you think about before you go to bed at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Too many things. Things I did, things I regret, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What is your favourite food ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GREEN TEA!! =DDDDDD Japanese food? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What is your favorite weather, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Depends if I'm out or in. If I'm at home, I want it to be a thunderstorm. If I'm out, I want to to be around twillight with clouds and wind, maybe a slight drizzle. -bricked-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Piano, cos it's shuai. Or the guitar, very very pro-ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fine, thank you for asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. If you could make a movie, what genre would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Slapstick romance! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3647725691428404381?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3647725691428404381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3647725691428404381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3647725691428404381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3647725691428404381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/03/even-when-i-fail-you.html' title='Even when I fail You'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1183153443552619241</id><published>2009-03-05T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:53:12.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuddering Regret..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3316238033_c70a96b13b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember me, once in a while, please promise me you'll try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone~ I had a really eventful week~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. I went to LaSalle to submit my application and all of my other nonsense related to my foundation year in Theatre, paid them $60, and recieved my audition piece. Shucks. Thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, for stoning at the photocopy machine and photocopying all my stupid certificates. Man, I really hope I get into LaSalle. T_T Steph, you need to stop doing last minute things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. I actually went for medical checkup! Yay! And I managed to pee in a cup! Yay! xDDD HEY STOP LAUGHING. It's not that easy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. PAYDAY AHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHH!!!!!! &lt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. I'm flying off to Bangkok tomorrow morning~ Remember not to wear yellow or red, or they might beat you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Steph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-1183153443552619241?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1183153443552619241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1183153443552619241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1183153443552619241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1183153443552619241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/03/shuddering-regret.html' title='Shuddering Regret..'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3593/3316238033_c70a96b13b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168033530389456381.post-2829550743700479506</id><published>2009-02-25T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:06:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farthest Disance..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是生与死　&lt;br /&gt;　　而是我站在你的面前　你却不知道我爱你&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是我站在你的面前　你却不知道我爱你&lt;br /&gt;　　而是爱到痴迷　却不能说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是我不能说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;　　而是想你痛彻心脾 却只能深埋心底&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是我不能说我想你&lt;br /&gt;　　而是彼此相爱　却不能够在一起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是彼此相爱　却不能在一起&lt;br /&gt;　　而是明知道真爱无敌　却装作丝毫不在意　没把你放在心里&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是明明无法抵挡这股思念　却还得故意装作丝毫没把你放在心里&lt;br /&gt;　　而是用一颗冷漠的心　在你和爱你的人之间　掘了一条无法跨越的沟渠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是树与树的距离　&lt;br /&gt;　　而是同根生长的树枝　却无法在风中相依&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是树枝无法相依　&lt;br /&gt;　　而是相互了解的星星　却没有交汇的轨迹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是星星之间的轨迹&lt;br /&gt;　　而是纵然轨迹交汇　却在转瞬间无处寻觅&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是瞬间便无处寻觅&lt;br /&gt;　　而是尚未相遇　便注定无法相聚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　是鱼与飞鸟的距离&lt;br /&gt;　　一个在天　一个却在　深潜海底&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the Chinese! xD I sort of grasp the meaning, and it's one of the few Chinese prose things that I like. It's really true, too. HAHA. I'll go look for the translation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READING THIS THING MADE ME CRY! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上最远的距离　不是我不能说我想你&lt;br /&gt;　　而是彼此相爱　却不能够在一起 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2829550743700479506?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2829550743700479506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2829550743700479506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2829550743700479506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2829550743700479506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/farthest-disance.html' title='The Farthest Disance..'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1468433682483666586</id><published>2009-02-22T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:55:12.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Looking into my Heart.</title><content type='html'>Jesus, You're my eveything. I'm nothing without You. I choose to live for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You have plans to prosper me and not to harm me. You know, when I said that "I don't care what people will say, I'm running after You.", I must've lied. I want to run after You, Lord, but it seems like I do care what people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to let go of what's holding me back from giving my everything to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph stood at the start of this bridge, wooden and beautiful. It's almost as if it's new, polished even. In the middle, the wood wore thin. Terribly thin. It was like, if you made the wrong step, you'll fall through and there'll be a gaping hole in the middle. Steph sat on the edge, at the start of the bridge and peered to the other side. She fingered the polished wood.. and glanced at the match in the other hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-1468433682483666586?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1468433682483666586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1468433682483666586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1468433682483666586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1468433682483666586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-looking-into-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;re Looking into my Heart.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5848111612939146228</id><published>2009-02-18T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:03:06.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while..</title><content type='html'>Since I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the tears are back to lull me to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-5848111612939146228?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5848111612939146228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5848111612939146228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5848111612939146228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5848111612939146228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5251214120645379888</id><published>2009-02-17T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:47:54.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when there's an ant on your laptop.</title><content type='html'>Do not close it, for Pete's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-5251214120645379888?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5251214120645379888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5251214120645379888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5251214120645379888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5251214120645379888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-to-do-when-theres-ant-on-your.html' title='What to do when there&apos;s an ant on your laptop.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1805018448567090961</id><published>2009-02-16T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:49:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not anohter Meme!</title><content type='html'>I don't care if you're sick of my memes! XP I like doing stupid things like these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage → Green tea!&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call → Mummy. I'm going to Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;Last text message → Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to → I Will Be There - Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried → 14 Feb! No, it wasn't related to V-day. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;Dated someone twice → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on → Nope. No boyfriend how to get cheated on? XD&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it → Never kissed anyone. So doesn't apply!&lt;br /&gt;Lost someone special → Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Fallen out of love → You could say that.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried → On Friday! Wani, Rangsey, Tabs and I were playing Charoodles. XD&lt;br /&gt;Met someone who changed your life → JESUS! :3&lt;br /&gt;Found out someone was talking about you → That, was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people on your top friends do you know in real life? → All of them?&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have → I have current 5 resin kids. I want only 2 flesh ones. xD&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets → My darling girl Mocha~&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to change your name → Steph is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today → That's a good question.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night → Just reached home from work. XD&lt;br /&gt;Name something you cannot wait for → Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you saw your father → Errrr.... Last night I think.&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you wish you could change --&gt; Right now, nothing much. Maybe some desicions.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom --&gt; I don't know any Tom. I know a Jerry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's getting on your nerves right now --&gt; Backache! D:&lt;br /&gt;What's your real name → Stephanie!&lt;br /&gt;Elementary/Primary School → Zhonghua Primary School&lt;br /&gt;Middle/Secondary School --&gt; Mayflower Secondary&lt;br /&gt;High School --&gt; Singapore Polytechnic / maybe LaSalle&lt;br /&gt;Hair color → Dyed red! It is be fading. :(&lt;br /&gt;Long or short → Sorta long?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak → NOPE! I am the most unhealthy person ever.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty → Righty~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;First surgery → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;First piercing → Primary 4!&lt;br /&gt;First best friend → Lena Goh!&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined → Bowling? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;First pet → Alot of dogs. They existed before I did!&lt;br /&gt;First vacation → Malaysia? Or Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY :&lt;br /&gt;Eating → Instant ramen.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking → Green Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting → For Mavolio to come in from Korea, for Echo's body..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;Want kids? → Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married?→ Yeah, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind? → ACTRESS. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger → Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Drank Wine/Beer/alcohol → Yep. :3&lt;br /&gt;Lost glasses/contacts → Yeah. I lost my glasses. And one side of my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home → Nope. I'm too much of a coward.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart → I hope not. I'm sorry if I did. xD&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested → Nope, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died → Yeah. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;Yourself → Hardly.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles → Yep!&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight → No. No. No. No.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven → Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus → Nope. XD&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first date → No.&lt;br /&gt;Angels → Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yeah, there is.&lt;br /&gt;Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → Nope. XD&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? → YES. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-1805018448567090961?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1805018448567090961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1805018448567090961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1805018448567090961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1805018448567090961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-anohter-meme.html' title='Not anohter Meme!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2948051120851584962</id><published>2009-02-16T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:14:54.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Run, Sometimes I Hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I'm scared of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But all I really want is to hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Treat you right, be with you day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, all I need is time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooo people! Here I am, lying on my bed eating fried rice, thinking. xD I'm going to collect my El head from Nelle later, so I'm kinda high. On a happy note, I killed a bunch of ants that invaded my kitchen. Listen, you ants, if I find you or your family or relatives in a five metre radius of my home, you're doing to DIE. You hear me? DIE. Not only death by squishing, but by hot water, burning, destroying and pulling off your puny limbs one by one. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAME GOES TO YOU, the flies that I find in the bathroom! And the massive flies in Settlers' aren't spared either! Come near this place and you're going to DIE. DIEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done. :D LOL. I'll blog about my life another time. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: SHOJI HAS A VALENTINE. =DDD Awwwww!&lt;br /&gt;Shoji: &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2948051120851584962?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2948051120851584962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2948051120851584962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2948051120851584962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2948051120851584962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-run-sometimes-i-hide.html' title='Sometimes I Run, Sometimes I Hide'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3095030565815124106</id><published>2009-02-10T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:21:47.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday</title><content type='html'>I had the fright of my life today. I let Mocha out of her cage to go pee, then I went into my room. 5 minutes later, my dad came in and asked, "Have you seen Mocha?" That bugger ran out of the house. I stay on the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh holy crap. I ran out of the house, started to whistle and shout for Mocha. It was freaking scary. So, I ran out into the carpark and yelled my head off. Then my brother came out and told me Mocha went back home. He opened the door, then Mocha was sitting outside, waiting. Idiot.. If she's really lost I'd be so depressed and riddled with guilt. Damn it. Gotta treat that idiot better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, Mommy had her surprise birthday party at Aunty Doreen's today. She's totally no fun to surprise, totally no emotions. Marc tried to put whip cream on her face, but he totally failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to end it off.. A meme from Chlo!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 20 friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.How does the world see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work This Out - HSM 2 (Very funny. I don't like working out, sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Q.Will I have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing You Were here - Phantom of the Opera (Great.. I will have a life waiting for someone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Q.What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty to Save - Hillsongs (I'm not Mighty to Save. God is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Q.Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey now - FM Static (Uhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching For You - Hillsongs (Reaching for God, Happiness. That's a good answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.What can I do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Clean - Hilary Duff (STOP LAUGHING PEOPLE. I haven't done anything to come clean with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.Will I ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Girl - DBSK (I'm.. going to get a girl? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.What is some good advice for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break Free - Hillsongs (WON'T YOU BREAK FREE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.How will I be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave New Girl - Britney Spears (It's not funny. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.What is my signature dancing song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:AM forever - Lostprophets (I don't dance...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.What do i think my current theme song is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday We'll Know - Mandy Moore feat. Jonathan Foreman (Yeah.. That's pretty true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.What does everyone think my current theme song is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. - My Chemical Romance (I'M NOT THAT EMO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.What song will be played at my funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Closer Walk with Thee - Unknown (OF COURSE! ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.What sort of men/women do i like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break My Heart - Hilary Duff (Oh, crappity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.What is my day going to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harder Everyday - Ashlee Simpson (WHY SO PESSIMISTIC!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q.What is the title of my post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Sunday - All Time Low&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3095030565815124106?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3095030565815124106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3095030565815124106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3095030565815124106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3095030565815124106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/remembering-sunday.html' title='Remembering Sunday'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7582480847798234651</id><published>2009-02-05T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:59:45.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mess that I've made.</title><content type='html'>Heya~ Work has been alright, I guess. My stomach has been giving me the same irritating issues again, that usual unshittable pain. &gt;_&gt; ASDFGH. -sigh- I haven't been doing anything interesting, other than rotting at home and then going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then melancholic songs have been running through my mind. I love this song, even though it's in Mandarin. It's freaking sweet. *O* Yoochun, sing it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geF7et2Ur2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geF7et2Ur2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;我想对你说, 却害怕都说错...　&lt;br /&gt;好喜欢你　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;知不知道 ?&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/1168033530389456381-7582480847798234651?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7582480847798234651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7582480847798234651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7582480847798234651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7582480847798234651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/mess-that-ive-made.html' title='The Mess that I&apos;ve made.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7470384925019682953</id><published>2009-02-02T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:03:02.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgar and Lydia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blackribbons/3244977738/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3113/3244977738_e399a75221_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blackribbons/3244977738/"&gt;Huggles~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/blackribbons/"&gt;the crystal tear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I look so unwilling! xD Hahahhha.. But this is probably the nicest photo of us together. I need to work on my expression for the photoshoot. Gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't many photos of Earl and Fairy (WHY!), so gotta wait for the photoshoot la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JC people start school today. Poor kids. -smirks at them- And I have adult fare now! Nooooo! &gt;_&lt; Yesterday was the first time that coming home from church cost me around $2. This sucks. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1PM and I've just woken up. Okay, going to go bathe and all that nonsense! ^_^ Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i still remember how i felt that night&lt;br /&gt;the stars were out and made it all seem right&lt;br /&gt;and i really do miss the feeling.&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/1168033530389456381-7470384925019682953?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7470384925019682953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7470384925019682953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7470384925019682953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7470384925019682953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/edgar-and-lydia.html' title='Edgar and Lydia'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3113/3244977738_e399a75221_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1168033530389456381.post-5768779611219747539</id><published>2009-02-01T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:16:14.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOYA 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm dead tired. And I looked like a trannie today. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/Picture007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY STOP LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T I'm dead tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-5768779611219747539?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5768779611219747539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5768779611219747539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5768779611219747539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5768779611219747539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/02/soya-2009.html' title='SOYA 2009'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-288749426094584001</id><published>2009-01-29T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:28:58.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, crap.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to lose this. It's going to be over, just a matter of time. I played the wrong cards, and the odds are against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I'm speaking in Steph-code again, so nobody knows what I'm talking about, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-288749426094584001?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/288749426094584001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=288749426094584001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/288749426094584001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/288749426094584001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-crap.html' title='Oh, crap.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1083381130620505042</id><published>2009-01-28T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:21:56.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuse</title><content type='html'>My fuse is getting shorter. It's not as if I *toot* want to miss going to JG's cell visitation on *toot* Saturday. And no, I can't *toot* do anything about it, because I have been planning for this cosplay since early January/late Dec? And no, I'm not the kind of *toot* person who would back out on her team members. Someone like you might. I won't. And it's insane, because my costume would be a waste. So it's not my *toot* fault that I can't go, because I totally didn't know that *toot* CNY visitation would fall on the *toot* same day as SOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant is over. Mahjong is fun. I am depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write. I need to write a story, to distract myself. I'm stuck, trapped, and I can't say it. Not to.. Well, some people at least. Because in the end, I'm the one to blame. I know it, and I know I would be if anything happens. It is my fault, always has been and will be. The mask is fixed and functioning, let the masquerade begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-1083381130620505042?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1083381130620505042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1083381130620505042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1083381130620505042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1083381130620505042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuse.html' title='Fuse'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3578691048934320107</id><published>2009-01-26T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:34:51.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>音のしない涙が　この胸流れるけど  悔やまずに踏み出すよ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ずっとずっと忘れない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;扉いくつ開けても&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;どんなに遠く離れても&lt;/span&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;つないだ手と手&lt;/span&gt;　&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;離れはしない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T I'M GETTING VERY EMO. VERY VERY EMO. This was the song Chlo sang in Sec 2, for Teacher's Day or  some random event. It suddenly came into my head. T.T I'm going to listen to Mirotic, or Balloons to get me into happy-happy mood. This song is too sentimental. And so is "Doushite kimi o suki ni natte shimatandarou?" Die lar, my laptop is full of emo songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SOY is this Saturday, and I'm getting a stomachache thinking about it! &gt;_&lt; style="font-style: italic;" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慣れた仕草も忘れるの？&lt;br /&gt;違う未来へいくの？ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;How can you forget these familiar gestures?&lt;br /&gt;Are we headed to different futures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3578691048934320107?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3578691048934320107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3578691048934320107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3578691048934320107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3578691048934320107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='音のしない涙が　この胸流れるけど  悔やまずに踏み出すよ'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-6328358678429297741</id><published>2009-01-25T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:16:09.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Dinner</title><content type='html'>... That was alot of people in my house. O_O Big bro, 2nd bro, Shirley mommeh, Bernard korkor + girlfriend, Chelsia jiejie, Weiqi jiejie, Claris + Coen, Mum, Dad, 2nd Aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house has never been so bright and.. Full of voices. Steamboat was nice, but I forgot you're not supposed to drink the soup when you put raw stuff in. Whoops. Shabu-shabu and salmon rocked. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll end with a picture of my hot boyfriend! Yoochun ah, when you're done with Korea, come to Singapore and fly me back with you okay? &lt;3   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/1147177908843573001813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I love you too hon! -is bricked-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-6328358678429297741?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6328358678429297741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=6328358678429297741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6328358678429297741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6328358678429297741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunion-dinner.html' title='Reunion Dinner'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1789510825897571668</id><published>2009-01-25T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:49:31.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique - Project Runway</title><content type='html'>Okay~ Decided to use Flickr and post my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the photos, please go to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blackribbons/sets/72157612894838947/"&gt;Here! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted my nails red today. Heavens, I got a fright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-1789510825897571668?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1789510825897571668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1789510825897571668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1789510825897571668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1789510825897571668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/unique-project-runway.html' title='Unique - Project Runway'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-15374883997550585</id><published>2009-01-23T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:21:01.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz thingum again!</title><content type='html'>My second post! Hope I don't bored you to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. How old will you turn in 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN~ xD I suddenly feel old. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Would you rather love one person or have many relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather love one person, thank you very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Would you date someone 8 years older than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25..? I don't see why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. When was the last time you laughed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been.. A while. Oh no, I'm getting depressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What were you doing at 4am this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What’s your relationship with the person you last texted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy! My friend / Edgar / Sebby-chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What did you do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeell... I woke up around 2pm today.. And didn't leave my house. I need a slack time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Who do you really want to see now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus..... And you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Will your next kiss be a mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE NOT. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Who’s your last missed call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeve. xD That was 3 days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What’s something you really want now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles + ice cream? D: And.. somethingone which I shouldn't say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Would you go back in time if you had the chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'd go back and change so many things, and right all the wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What’s something you need to go shopping for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday gifts, and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Do you want kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but paaaain. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Are you in love with anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus! =D I wouldn't call my teenage infatuations 'love' just yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. How’s your heart lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still being in God's ICU, but likes to run away and get injured all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. When was the last time you slept on the floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabbi's sleepover thingum! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Is your phone close to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. What is bothering you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things. Questions that need answers, wishes that need fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. What does your last received text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"steph, when u wanna get lens?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, in bed, under a mass of blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Are you listening to music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Do you like country music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, Taylor Swift's good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you wet toothbrush before toothpaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wet it to wash it, then flick the water off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. How is your hairstyle right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have I-just-woke-up hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Do you like your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course I do! Steph rocks! (gets bricked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. The last thing you drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red tea from Lipton! Free gift from Cheers! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What you sing obnoxiously in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a car. If I were to sing unglam-ly, the last time would be singing "Doh-ray-mee" with Len, while walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What did you do 15 minutes ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Tabbi's blog, which is where I got this from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Do you think you are a good person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'd hate myself if I wasn't me, and I don't know how people stand me. I'm a horrible person. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. The first contact in your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. The sweetest person in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Okay okay, my mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. The closest female to you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lennu! Sorry Chlo, but you and I know that we don't do comforty things! Too unshuai! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. The person you’re chatting with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. The languages you are able to speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, a bit of Mandarin if I'm forced to, slapstick Japanese, two words of Korean,  a bit of Cantonese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. The last person whom you screwed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up. Yes. I screwed up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. One word about your life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Where do you wish to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the stage, or the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. What are you specially good at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an idiot? Gee, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Would you date someone younger than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blink- Nothing against it.. But he'll have to have a huge maturity level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Who are you to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idiot? I'm me. A vile selfish disgusting annoying human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Do you forgive people easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Which girl is precious to you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy? xD Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Your dressing style?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. How are you different from other girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh... I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Bad point in yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot, seriously. &gt;_&gt; People reading this, no, I'm not suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. The last contact in your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa. Cos his name is in Chinese..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Your favourite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently it's "Someday We'll Know" and "Never Alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. The 1 hated contacts in your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hate them, they're not in my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Learn one language in 10 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. One gorgeous girl you came across?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh.. That pretty lead in Inkheart. I like her accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Who’s your biggest enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan. And myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Which gang do you support?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vongola Family! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. What do you think about gangsters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pathetic people in Singapore who call themselves gangsters? O_o Yes, they need Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Proper age to join gang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. Do you have a blogspot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't. The URL you see on my blog is SOOOOO not blogspot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Do you like people who smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My dad smokes, for pete's sake. But I don't like the smoke, thas all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. What do you think about modelling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary? XD (JG's Project Runway trauma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. Given a chance, would you like to be a model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would make everyone lose appetite for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Whose approval to you usually seek first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. What do you wish to be in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTRESSS! Either that or a rich taitai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Tagg 6 people to do the quiz (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ANYONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-15374883997550585?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/15374883997550585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=15374883997550585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/15374883997550585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/15374883997550585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiz-thingum-again.html' title='Quiz thingum again!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3883527294476595792</id><published>2009-01-23T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:36:54.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.muse.me.</title><content type='html'>I haven't written any poems in a while. Am a tad rusty, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight falls like a blade,&lt;br /&gt;Candles are dimmed in this facade.&lt;br /&gt;Coal black eyes heard no ringing,&lt;br /&gt;Opening to a blank nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting up in bleak darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Things that aren't hers.&lt;br /&gt;The ink on the page is bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;She thought that love was receding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he make her smile with a glance,&lt;br /&gt;Why did she stare at any chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate me if I wasn't me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3883527294476595792?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3883527294476595792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3883527294476595792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3883527294476595792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3883527294476595792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/amuseme.html' title='a.muse.me.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8965702007762496664</id><published>2009-01-20T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:33:14.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams to Dust</title><content type='html'>Steph is lazy to edit pictures of project runway. I will leave you with the one I koped from Isa's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3305/3209789832_ddfc69d7ae.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STACY WHY U LEAVE EARLY. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, Kuroshitsuji photoshoot tmr~ Yay!&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/1168033530389456381-8965702007762496664?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8965702007762496664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8965702007762496664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8965702007762496664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8965702007762496664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-to-dust.html' title='Dreams to Dust'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5995427828863497647</id><published>2009-01-19T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:33:01.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, I wish..</title><content type='html'>I do wish that my parents force me to go somewhere. Do something. I don't know if I should go to LaSalle/NAFA after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main goal : Act as soon as possible. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a fallback. Nope. I don't want to do anything else. I don't want to design, do journalism, photography, business. I want to, need to, have to act. D: And I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the layout of my room. So many useless things. I should throw them out. Throwing out past. Welcoming a very dark future. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the kind with a possible future in Singapore. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-5995427828863497647?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5995427828863497647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5995427828863497647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5995427828863497647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5995427828863497647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-i-wish.html' title='Sometimes, I wish..'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2521189552847821342</id><published>2009-01-16T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:53:43.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Little Thing (s)</title><content type='html'>You +/- 1 92s rock. I love you people to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Sam's be-earlied birthday at his place (your house rocks, Sam!) by surprising him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus fare to MRT : 45cents&lt;br /&gt;Train ride to Bukit Panjang : 90cents (I tapped in and out and in again)&lt;br /&gt;Look on Sam's face when he saw us : Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, we have... uhh... Student concession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ENOUGH CRACK FROM ME. Tomorrow's the Project Runway thing and I can't believe I'm actually... goingtogoinasilverwig. The post-O levels must have driven me crazy, goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are "tab"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkeyboardkeyareyouquiz/tab.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might try to say that you're always spaced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do tend to be a dreamer, but you're also a great multitasker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work quickly and efficiently. So it's no problem if you goof off a little while you're working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if people want to think you're flakey, that's fine. You're getting more done than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&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/whatkeyboardkeyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Keyboard Key Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm.. getting more.. done?&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/1168033530389456381-2521189552847821342?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2521189552847821342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2521189552847821342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2521189552847821342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2521189552847821342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-little-thing-s.html' title='Crazy Little Thing (s)'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3150451817505352546</id><published>2009-01-15T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:33:07.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I done?</title><content type='html'>AAAAH! I DID IT I DID IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT AND SENT MY JAE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/JAE2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tampines Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY... HAHAHAH. If I get in means they really like me. OH CRAP. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Law and Management&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHAAH WHAT ON EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I THINKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not drunk. &gt;.&gt; Only the first 5 choices were made with a sound mind. Blame Singapore for not having a Diploma in Theatre. And I wanna place a bet on something! The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt; I graduate from where-ever I am, or my second year, the idiots will come up with having a course 'Theatre'. It always happens. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, KHR-TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3150451817505352546?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3150451817505352546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3150451817505352546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3150451817505352546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3150451817505352546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-have-i-done.html' title='What have I done?'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-7102666485089474903</id><published>2009-01-13T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:19:54.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitably,</title><content type='html'>No avoiding it. Might as well blog about it. With me being not exactly emo, I'm not very glad either. D: Yes, this is me, forever unsatisfied with myself. I don't even know what I want to do. Man, I hate being aimless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 - 13 / L1R4 - 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm supposed to be happy about it, strangely. ._. I'm more like... "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do.. I'm just glad it's over. I'm glad this damn thing that gave me like a million pimples is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Life - Phase 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-7102666485089474903?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/7102666485089474903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=7102666485089474903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7102666485089474903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/7102666485089474903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/inevitably.html' title='Inevitably,'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-6052823342453857517</id><published>2009-01-08T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:49:24.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward, even if I'm crawling.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, it's Shoji here. I'm sure this is where Steph writes all her thoughts, but I'm her thought-form so I count as her thoughts too, right? ^^ I'm sure she won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it in the next few moments that my life is decided?&lt;br /&gt;Is it in that scrap of paper that's supposed to dictate?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what I've been doing for the past four years?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are Stephu-nee's friends right? She's been totally weird lately. I mean, she's weird but she's just moping around doing nothing. Okay, she's been watching KHR and being happy whenever this guy called Gokudera appears.. Is that normal? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she hasn't been thinking very much. I wish Nami-nii-chan was here. He knows Steph longer and better than I do. But I know this isn't like the Steph that opened my box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She usually thinks and writes a lot. About her day and about many things. She tells me it's because she needs to 'let it out' in some way. I don't get it, but now she's just blank. Empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's because of something Chloe-nee sent her. I don't think so, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the 'O levels' is this big test that Stephu just took, right? But she knew all along that the results are near. I wonder what's bugging her. Maybe she'll tell Nami-nii, but it seems to me that she's trying to distract herself. But she says it's cos 'Gokudera's hot.'... whatever that means. ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me last year's O level results that she witnessed. Stephu felt so scared for them, even though she wasn't the one taking it. I don't know how it's supposed to feel, but my guess is something like a bad stomachache and a heart attack and the feeling like you're going to fall, the way she describes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Stephu-nee's gonna be fine, right? It's really dumb for your life to be decided on a piece of paper. It's only a piece of paper, right? I don't know what happened before I came, Nami-nii isn't here so I can't ask him. But even if she doesn't do well, it's gonna be fine right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephu-nee's friends too.. They'll be okay. She says they studied way harder than her. Stephu says that God holds her future. God must be awesome, then.  I'm counting on you, God, to make Steph normal again.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph says having faith is believing in something that you can't see. Kind of like me trusting Steph not to drop me when I'm sitting in the dark bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God isn't gonna drop you,  Stephu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-6052823342453857517?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6052823342453857517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=6052823342453857517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6052823342453857517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6052823342453857517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-forward-even-if-im-crawling.html' title='Moving forward, even if I&apos;m crawling.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-265090228852786146</id><published>2009-01-03T22:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:51:49.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song thingie!</title><content type='html'>Koped this from Kaya's blog. Anyway, just tag on my board (CLICK ONCE AND REFRESH THE WHOLE PAGE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess as many as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step 2: Post the first line(s) from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Note out name of song if in the first few lines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step 3: No more than one entry per band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step 4: Let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step 5: Bold out the songs when someone guesses correctly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step 6: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: "Wake up, tired, Monday mornings suck. It's way to early to catch a bus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy S. - Skye Sweetnam  by shery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: "Over the mountains and the sea Your river runs with love for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could Sing of Your love forever - unknown    by walter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: "Ninety miles outside Chicago, can't stop driving I don't know why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4: "Here we are, in the best years of our lives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of truth - FM static by isa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5: "It is not a human right to stand up and fight while broken nations dream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution - Hillsongs by walter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: "Feels like I have always known you and I swear I've dream about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7: "Yo, U-know, let's try some noise bit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - DBSK by mylife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: "Please love let's make, no impartial vow. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9: "Would you know my name, if I saw you in heaven?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton   by Isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10: "You gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers - MCR  by Isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11: "Somebody get your praise on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump Around - PlanetShakers   by Isa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: "Met you on a springtime day, you were minding your life and I was minding mine too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13: "I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Song - Taylor Swift by roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14: "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera by roy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15: "Hey, you, living for tomorrow, you sell your dreams for a pocket of change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving it all away - Ashlee Simpson  by shery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16: "Listen up, ya'll, I'm gonna try to reach ya. Class is now in session, pay attention to the teacher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's in the House - Carmen    by walter~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17: "When I was just a little girl my momma used to tuck me into bed and she read me a story."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella - Tata Young by shery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18: "Let me hear you say hey hey hey. (hey hey hey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Damn Thing - Avril     by walter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19: "Sakura saku maiochiru Nani mo nai boku no te no ue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura addiction - Mukuku &amp;amp; Hibaba by roy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20: "Notice me, take my hand. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime -Britney Spears  by shery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-265090228852786146?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/265090228852786146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=265090228852786146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/265090228852786146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/265090228852786146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-thingie.html' title='Song thingie!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8009419171737720379</id><published>2009-01-02T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:07:45.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forth Resolution</title><content type='html'>I didn't go around looking for a fight, it came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all my fault that I'm tired and have to sleep so much right. Tch. Yes, I get picked on for sleeping. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe she was looking for a fight, but I'm dead tired from badminton and bowling today, so I just lay on my bed and.. waited for her to go away. It's not like I sprang up from my bed and started yelling back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's kicking up a fuss outside. Who's the kid, you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.. I woke up 2 hours before my usual time today (I'm holidaying, don't Tsk me. It's NORMAL.) and I was playing badminton (Eh, it's strenuous for me ok, not a sports person). I'm getting scolded for sleeping. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOASJDWAIFHEW F$I%)#$I1!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to go to church at 9AM tomorrow, a' course I'm going to sleep more after this, not like I'm going to stay up till 4AM.. I've got more sense than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she also said "I thought you looking for a job? Still keep sleeping?!" What the @)#( is your problem, seriously. I've FOUND my own job, thank you very much. Make more sense if you want to pick a fight with me, I'm not as lazy/goodfornothing/whatever you see me in your eyes as YOU think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Think what you want. It doesn't hurt, it never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-8009419171737720379?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8009419171737720379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8009419171737720379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8009419171737720379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8009419171737720379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/forth-resolution.html' title='The Forth Resolution'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5739762126472072425</id><published>2009-01-01T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:09:41.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like, 2009!</title><content type='html'>Hey there, my first entry of 2009! =D My goodness, I actually lived for this long. -cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, as a customary thing for my blog every New Years' is to blog my new year resolutions - after which I'll put into my reminders. So.. Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will do my quiet time for 365 days this year, and not back out somewhere in October. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will stop spending so much on dolls. No more dolls this year! (Okay la, save for the head..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be a lazy bum. -slaps self-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will try to be nice to my parents and not fight with Mummy so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will stop being morbid and wantingto bite everyone to death. (xD Hibari!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will learn to sew!!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will take time to actually practice guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be late for any appointments I make.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will stop being online 24/7! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There you have it, my new year resolutions. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I gotta go clean my room / do face up / plan for illusivity / do portfolio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-5739762126472072425?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5739762126472072425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5739762126472072425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5739762126472072425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5739762126472072425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-like-2009.html' title='It&apos;s like, 2009!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-1650697656708261800</id><published>2008-12-29T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:29:32.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twillight  Review</title><content type='html'>Nope, I'm not going to edit the photos. My eyes need a break from... Photoshop. -goes mad- Anyway, I saw the sgcafe complain thread about Twillight, made me a little pissed so I decided to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched Twillight the other day with Len and Fufufu. xD Okay, I know everyone thinks it's overrated and all, BUT, if all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xiaomeimeis&lt;/span&gt; stopped reading it and SQUEALING in annoying high-pitched voices over Edward Cullen, it would be a good read/watch. I like the book, it's addictive, stranglely. Albiet draggy, but still good. You would like it if - all the little girls didn't read it. You don't like it because - reading it makes you appear childish. I like it because I'm a sucker for sweet and romantic stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the book much more than the movie. Her words are simple and straightforward for a light read, I suppose.  When I watched the movie, I felt that if I hadn't read the book beforehand, I wouldn't have understood it. The movie just... helped my imagination a little!? But it had too many pauses, so me no like that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattingson (is that how to spell it?) is NOT hot/shuai/sexy. I like the character he portrays (just like how I like Jack Sparrow and not Johnny Depp). It's just how the character intently stares and behaves makes me like him, but not the actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the actress for Alice. Okay, I felt that Alice's vocal range suits the character perfectly, but she looks old, I'm sorry whoever the actress is. She looks OLD, and isn't very hyper, and is.. not cute, and she ruined my favourite character. Pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to watch my KHR. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-1650697656708261800?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/1650697656708261800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=1650697656708261800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1650697656708261800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/1650697656708261800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/twillight-review.html' title='Twillight  Review'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-6321703199844776392</id><published>2008-12-27T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:52:18.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rainbow</title><content type='html'>I'm dead beat.. Updating with just a quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 51, 51); padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 300px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;Your rainbow is strongly shaded&lt;b&gt; white and violet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(230, 77, 153) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(230, 145, 153) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(230, 179, 153) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(128, 165, 153) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(128, 138, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(128, 77, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(196, 77, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is says about you: You are a contemplative person. You appreciate beauty and craftsmanship. People depend on you to make them feel secure. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/rainbow"&gt;Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji is my candyman! He's now dressed in all white and holding a candycane! &gt;D I love guys in white! *hint* yoochun ah, please wear full white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TDA was fun+tiring! I'm going to dieeee tmr! I need sleep! And I want a job. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-6321703199844776392?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6321703199844776392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=6321703199844776392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6321703199844776392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6321703199844776392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-rainbow.html' title='My Rainbow'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-2601142543620363507</id><published>2008-12-25T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:15:03.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry CHRISTmas</title><content type='html'>Whilst the world is out doing random things, I'm curled up on my bed with green tea mochi and green tea, under a mass of blankets, watching Code Geass / KHR / Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehheh so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Merry CHRIST-mas all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-2601142543620363507?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/2601142543620363507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=2601142543620363507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2601142543620363507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/2601142543620363507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry CHRISTmas'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-9155640694986556851</id><published>2008-12-24T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:55:13.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Majesty (IMAGE INTENSIVE)</title><content type='html'>I'm done editing/uploading! Oh, my poor sore tired eyes! Anyway, here's my take on CAMP MAJESTY. I didn't run around taking many pictures, so I have only around 50 pictures after deleting the stupid blur ones. :D (Stacy has 1056 pics, wahaha) So... Sit back, relax and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Majesty was amazing, like all the other JG Camps I've been to! It was an eye-opener, and it really has made me confirm that I'd do anything for God. I remember I was screaming inwardly, asking "God. God! WHAT ON EARTH DYOU WANT ME TO DO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no booming voice. Just my own thoughts saying "I'd even go to shit engineering courses!" I know, I'd never be satisfied if I did a will other than Gods'. ANYWAY, MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: DO NOT DIRECT LINK (Meaning use the URL from MY photobucket).&lt;br /&gt;Please save and upload to YOUR OWN server!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3950.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germie is a bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was "Maharaja". Yes, again with the ridiculous names. Pfft. I was assistant leader to Joel 3. The skit was based on Titanic, and our skit partner was "Daewang" (Korea) MAWANG! xD Anyway, our ending was "Both Jack and Rose jumped off the ship". ._. Errr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3953.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I kill you with my cool gun desu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3954.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, meet Sam Chua the parrot! He has cool hair right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3956.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, who sat opposite me and thus has the honour of having a picture taken by ME, with his glamorous bib given to him by his angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3958.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team MAHARAJA for the win!, minus Germaine, who ran off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3964.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our ally, team Daewang! I promise you Samuel aka Doraemon (nearest left) is super cute! &gt;&lt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is be Kaiser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our camp verse: 1 Peter 2:9&lt;br /&gt;Everybody WAN PETER 2-NITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3966.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: J00 want me? Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3970.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field where we had our games. Fun! 8D Including swimming in detergent, spraying each other with dyed water, spreading shaving cream, digging hands in soil-ed water, melting ice, doing math equations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we have Walter, being pensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood friend Caroline! I totally glomped her when I first saw her in like, a million years. T_T -sheds tears of joy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3975.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STACY! We've been in the same team/combined team for 5 years running! Love lovee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3976.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3977.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplay influence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3978.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3980.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will perish, under my wooden.. katana... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cool in a black hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the fun really begins! The skit time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3987.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam you are an awesome parrot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3989.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Sze and Jon, Rose and Jack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-guffaws- The 3 pirates and Amanda! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winning team... Sheikh and... forgot what name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus, I totally admire your great sacrifice during your skit. The poor boy did a leapfrog and landed smack on his bum. Then... a hush came over the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3998.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he stood up and continued the act. -bows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-skit pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 crazy barker boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Walter. He's like the piano pro la. And he wore a wig for the sake of performance! -sheds tears-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU SO TALL! Anyway, this is me and Marcus. We're not smiling cos he didn't want to smile, for his bum still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for the blur picture! I was laughing at the retardedness of someones face. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I WANT A BLACK HAT FOR CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline joins in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started the retarded hopping craziness! Photos courtesy of Lynette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Sam and Lester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAIN! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start running...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy the mad woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what we were doing but.. I.. blocked my own face. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, meet Princess Sam&lt;s&gt;antha&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you how much I love my group! Maharians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4035ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheikh, taken by Marc's request. Email me for the full resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump shots of Sheikh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4038.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves the Becky will forever look weird in jump shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? (She's the left-est in the photo, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_4040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Majesty ROCKED, and was totally worth missing the Japan trip! -is bricked by Len and Chlo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to Singapore, you two! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-9155640694986556851?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/9155640694986556851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=9155640694986556851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/9155640694986556851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/9155640694986556851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/camp-majesty-image-intensive.html' title='Camp Majesty (IMAGE INTENSIVE)'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-3870801076339640546</id><published>2008-12-21T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:30:17.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Editing Pictures of Camp Majesty!</title><content type='html'>I'm editing as fast as I can! Meanwhile, here are my 3 pics from EOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel was cosplaying Detective Loki Ragnarok (No idea what that is.) She's the one in pinkuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my highlight of that day: SHUAI LELOUCH/ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG. He's so very shuai! &gt;&lt; -fangirling- Lelouch my loveee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I like the fact that he looks emo. XD LULU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can die happy. *o*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-3870801076339640546?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/3870801076339640546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=3870801076339640546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3870801076339640546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/3870801076339640546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/editing-pictures-of-camp-majesty.html' title='Editing Pictures of Camp Majesty!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-4820257525389570244</id><published>2008-12-18T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:38:49.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaimasu!</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn sleepy. T_T Every muscle in my body hurts. Places I never knew even existed hurts. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I'll blog about it in full detail another time. :D Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-4820257525389570244?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/4820257525389570244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=4820257525389570244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/4820257525389570244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/4820257525389570244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/tadaimasu.html' title='Tadaimasu!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5689449076132100732</id><published>2008-12-14T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:47:04.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Armed with something yellow!</title><content type='html'>I am off to CAMP MAJESTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/shoshochan.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji: What's this bright yellow thing! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: I'm going away for a few days to camp.&lt;br /&gt;Shoji: -teary eyes- You're going away??! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/me-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay zilian me! Haven't zilianed in a long while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die la, I might cosplay with Roy for SOY! Dorrie fund...s.. -faint-&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should sleep now! &gt;&lt; See you guys when camp's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, STEPH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-5689449076132100732?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5689449076132100732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5689449076132100732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5689449076132100732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5689449076132100732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/armed-with-something-yellow.html' title='Armed with something yellow!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-638227279648661785</id><published>2008-12-13T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:22:38.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Doors Close</title><content type='html'>Hey thar! I was a EOY today, didn't do much. I'm supposed to be packing for camp now, but I'm a little lazy. And my ALT button isn't working very well. -emoes- :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji baby's the cutest thing ever! &gt;_&lt; I fangirl everytime I see him ahahaha! Today was just camp briefing, so after that, a bunch of us went to eat dessert. Very amusing situation, shall not elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nice walk from Kovan MRT home. Despite the inhaling of pollution from cars, garbage, and smoke from the food stalls, it was a calming and relaxing walk. I love walking in the evening/at night, actually. It's like at these quiet times with yourself, you start to think. It gives me time to think. A lot. Okay, I sound so emo.  But really, it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also downloaded Maple into my laptop, and it's screwed. I think I'll stick to my desktop until I can upgrade my RAM to 4gb. Screw you, laggy-but-chio Vista! So, anyway, in my deep abyss of thought, my dear Melpomene decided to come and inspire me. :) So, here I have, a poem. Don't fall asleep! It's a really unorganised poem, man. &gt;&lt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muses, for a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a starless night,&lt;br /&gt;The humid air's a-resting.&lt;br /&gt;It's a moonless night,&lt;br /&gt;And here I am thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The melody that makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;That sound that I'm pining for.&lt;br /&gt;When I stopped to feel a while,&lt;br /&gt;I started the heart's war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate built up against my being,&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate you if I were you.&lt;br /&gt;My dear, are you tired of living?&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill you if I were you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ask myself, 'Why?"&lt;br /&gt;I ask that so many times.&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the starless skies,&lt;br /&gt;Sick of my excuse for crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to feel this ache?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I have buried it all?&lt;br /&gt;It must've been a great mistake,&lt;br /&gt;This will be my downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind keeps chanting to the Heart,&lt;br /&gt;But when did Heart ever listen?&lt;br /&gt;Mind sighs as Heart falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;Pieces in moonlight glisten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not supposed to,&lt;br /&gt;I know this is too strange.&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to undo,&lt;br /&gt;Too late to rearrange?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-638227279648661785?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/638227279648661785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=638227279648661785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/638227279648661785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/638227279648661785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-doors-close.html' title='Before the Doors Close'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-6191735178841273120</id><published>2008-12-09T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:03:15.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE LAR.</title><content type='html'>Stupid Customhouse 50% sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ainai.com/upload/image/basic/2008/20080401%20basic/20080401_hani_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-6191735178841273120?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/6191735178841273120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=6191735178841273120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6191735178841273120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/6191735178841273120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/die-lar.html' title='DIE LAR.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-655765651997948392</id><published>2008-12-08T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:53:18.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>Taylor Swift's song is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just blushed Nami's body... Shoji's coming back on Wednesday, and I'm off for camp next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for a relative-lunch thing today, pretty alright. I bought guitar picks, for I lost them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been thinking very much, and my darling Melpomene (muse of tragedy) isn't helping. I'm thinking of getting a girl and naming her Melpomene, y'know, since she's my muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE DORRIES.&lt;br /&gt;Echo's body : 200USD.&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll join the Mafia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mafia Name Is Carmela "The Bull" Bastoni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourmafianamequiz/girl.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.&lt;br /&gt;&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/whatsyourmafianamequiz/"&gt;What's Your Mafia Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-655765651997948392?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/655765651997948392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=655765651997948392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/655765651997948392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/655765651997948392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-5135471280968332334</id><published>2008-12-07T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:03:56.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homg la!</title><content type='html'>Arrhhh. -looks at money fly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customhouse is having a 50% sale. ._. die die die. I still want Echo baby's body. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current WTB list:&lt;br /&gt;K-Doll Karon NS - Lelouch? xD who will remain a floating head?&lt;br /&gt;CP Moon - Takashi (Or should I just get the body)&lt;br /&gt;Echo's body - T_T&lt;br /&gt;CH Ange Ai Hani - Luna&lt;br /&gt;Luella is being pushed down. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total damage: I DON'T WANT TO CALCULATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die lah. Going to reblush Nami's body and do Matthias' faceup. My life hasn't been very interesting. :/&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/1168033530389456381-5135471280968332334?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/5135471280968332334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=5135471280968332334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5135471280968332334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/5135471280968332334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/homg-la.html' title='Homg la!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-8186384941734836804</id><published>2008-12-06T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:26:29.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops~</title><content type='html'>Ahaha, right Steph, what's the point of updating your blogskin if you don't write in it... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's been a tiring week working at the Raffles roadshow. My feet hurt and I'm tired of the annoying people who think they're all-powerful cos they're rich. Working in town also means no meal can cost less than 5 bucks. -looks at the flyaway money-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my stuff from the online spree are here! ^_^ Yay! I need to get rid of my other happy-looking clothes. Yes, I shall have a dark and depressing wardrobe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie's with me now, and she is the cutest thing! I have been giving her lotsa lotsa candy and Sera's prolly gonna kill me. 8D I'll post pictures of her when I'm free. Ooo, I gotta go clean Namimi baby. His head is with blackpaperbag now... -looks at money fly away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the two idio--- I mean, I met up with Len and Chlo last night for dinner. xD Quite fun lah. :D Usual crapping around.. Meh! I wanna go out again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth camp is in a few weeks. I need to get sleeping bag. So many things to do - So SLEEPY/LAZY to do anything! Speaking of which, I think I'm more stressed AFTER my O levels than before, cos the other day, my colleague at work found a strand of white hair on me! -panic- OH CRAAAAPPITYY. T_T I'm getting old/stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used THEFACESHOP raspberry roots collagen eye patch last night (it won the CLEO beauty award best eye-mask btw).  I have dark eye circles + eyebags. &gt;_&lt;  I'm also startin to think El is super cute. 8D Ohhhh crap. -looks at money fly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://doll.luts.co.kr/item-img/DF_0711191-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going to eat/clean Nami/study for MVQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-8186384941734836804?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/8186384941734836804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=8186384941734836804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8186384941734836804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/8186384941734836804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoops.html' title='Whoops~'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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-1168033530389456381.post-836148583554930063</id><published>2008-11-29T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:31:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've finally done my blog! XD This is going to be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels? They're over, and I'm putting them all in God's hands, cos they're the safest place to put them in. Gee, I'm really not used to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been working, and if you go to Raffles Exchange during this week, you might see me. My job has been pretty brainless - Packing, stuffing, shredding... But yeaaah~ MONEY! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was JG's movie marathon thingum, I stayed up until 5ish? I then died on the floor, resulting in a backache. Note to self: Buy fluffy sleeping bag! They watched Money No Enough 2, which left me sobbing. I just can't stand it when old people are bullied! &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally fulfilled one of my dream dolls - Lati Blue Rei, my baby Shoji.  BOX OPENING PICS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BOX! That weighs like more than the doll itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened it, and took him out. This is.. the bubblewrap. And Echo rolling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoji! :D SUCH A CUTE FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a wig on.. He's so cute! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3859.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Echo! Lati Blue Yern. xD She's so emo - I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Shoji. I love his eyes! They're gray. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/websteph/IMG_3867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing out his posing. He has this thing about smacking himself in the head. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Sleep time! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1168033530389456381-836148583554930063?l=websteph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/feeds/836148583554930063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1168033530389456381&amp;postID=836148583554930063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/836148583554930063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1168033530389456381/posts/default/836148583554930063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://websteph.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16601107404043773402</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>
