<?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-13752344</id><updated>2011-05-06T12:51:06.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleine</title><subtitle type='html'>I love Beauty and the Beast.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13752344.post-114693989362697561</id><published>2006-05-07T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:38:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a piece of news to share with you all! Frank Lampard and John Terry are actually more than partners in the field! They are also great partners in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/eleinetan21/52739498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/eleinetan21/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised?? SHOCK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have guessed that something was wrong between the both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. I was just kidding. Because I thought the photos were really&lt;em&gt; brilliantly &lt;/em&gt;taken. So much so that the both of them look gay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/eleinetan21/BPI-BPI4453cfae5c61a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy family protrait of Lampard, Elen Rives and their daughter Luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna murder that bitch Elen Rives for seducing Lampard! So what even if she is a spanish beauty! HYMP! I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;Alright. FINE. I DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor Lampard just fell into her trap, and even claim that he would only love her. &lt;em&gt;*faints*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-114693989362697561?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/114693989362697561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=114693989362697561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114693989362697561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114693989362697561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-piece-of-news-to-share-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-114675653330948460</id><published>2006-05-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:28:53.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many a times, I really want to strangle my own sister. OR rather. I am so tempted to tear her into a million pieces and dump them into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you how fucking hard issit to live under the same roof with her? Its really as hard as finding a girl who is as irresistable as me. Damn tough right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fussy, I'm non chalent. She's a BIG TIME hygiene freak while I'm a ONCE-IN-A-CENTURY garbage bin. Tell me. Issit possible for us to stay together in harmony?? NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that when she's pissed off she would become cleaner madeleine? Whenever she quarrels with me, she would go to the kitchen, take a piece of rag and start cleaning her room. Clean every possible corner, which includes her side table, her cupboard, her bed, her table, EVERYTHING. And guess what? After that she would start throwing my things out of her room. NO. She didn't stack them in a nice bundle and put them outside her room. She really fucking throw them as if they are rubbish! And she would walk to me, show me the fucked up face and tell me, "Go and pick them up now". Do I look like a dog to you? &lt;em&gt;*Yes. I know I looks like Besie* &lt;/em&gt;But that's besides the point. IF I were to disobey her, she would tell me, "I am older than you. GO" ARGH. FUCK LA. WHATEVER CAN A NOT. I really when to bite her head off when she agitates me in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la Ok la. After all, she's still my dear sister whom I love deeply. Arguments between siblings are inevitable anyway. But the good thing is, we don't hold grudges. But I just can't take the sometimes we are loving like shit, and sometimes we are like Osama and George Bush game. Ok ok. I shall not complain about her anymore. Because she offer to buy me something. WUAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-114675653330948460?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/114675653330948460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=114675653330948460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114675653330948460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114675653330948460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2006/05/many-times-i-really-want-to-strangle.html' title=''/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-114658295554778931</id><published>2006-05-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:15:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the tender age of 18, I think I'm reaching enlightenment soon. It means that I'm going to be able to detach myself from the worldly affairs and remain calm as water. I would feel as if I'm light as feather and then float gently to heaven. And there by, I would play harp all day long and sing "Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so miserable in the earth now. Guys are all turning gays. In fact, to be more specific, CUTE guys are all turning gays. *screams* What would life be if there were no guys for me to drool at???!!! EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to turn away from all these pain and torture. I wanna led a new life. And that is to go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. But how can I give up on my clothings, my make-up, especially my favourite eye liner and mascara! Also imagine life without peeking at cute guys?! Time would starts to crawl man! Also, I won't be able to play my favourite mind-enriching game MAHJONG, and I won't be able to club! What's Eleine then! OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. This is a senseless post to release my inner grudges. Thanks for reading it. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-114658295554778931?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/114658295554778931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=114658295554778931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114658295554778931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114658295554778931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-tender-age-of-18-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-114647224055979249</id><published>2006-05-01T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:34:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is gay.</title><content type='html'>Times are changing, so are people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have different dressings, different lifestyle, different likings... YES. &lt;em&gt;DIFFERENT LIKINGS.&lt;/em&gt; Not in terms of food, idols but our sexualities. I see an increasing phenomenon of gays and lesbians in our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Brokeback Mountain to emerging "stars" such as the &lt;em&gt;KAWAII&lt;/em&gt; gay couple Colin and Kero. The society seemed to be more liberal than before, or rather, encouraging this new trend. HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. I'm not anti-gays. I'm not saying that I am against them. Please don't get me wrong. I do not sigh for the fact that the world is getting &lt;em&gt;wrong, &lt;/em&gt;but rather, there are lesser options for girls like me now. &lt;em&gt;ARGH&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you setting your eye on a guy in the club, and minutes after that he starts &lt;em&gt;hot dancing&lt;/em&gt; with another guy. Emo. The only two words that would popped up in your mind would definitely have to be, "Life suxs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am the bitter girl who felt that way last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to DXO and soon after we entered the dance floor, I saw this guy whom I had chatted with at CoCo Latte some time ago. Being the ever-friendly me, I went over and said hi. There he was with another guy, who looks and behaves &lt;em&gt;wrongly&lt;/em&gt;. Initially I failed to notice the &lt;em&gt;close-buddy&lt;/em&gt; kinda intimate relationship between the both of them, till his friend pushes him against the wall and whispered into his ear. There after the both of them smiled a little and started dancing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. &lt;em&gt;Life suxs&lt;/em&gt;. I thought that that guy was kinda cute, not that I want to dance with him or something. But yeah, emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is. This is not the first time I experienced this alright. My heart had been trampled on over and over again till its rotten. Its totally smashed right now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Presently I'm making plans to sign up for the retirement package at China's Guan Yi Nun temple which includes a class B room with daily three meals provided for only $1000 per year. If you sign up for their 10 years premium package, you would be given a free hair cut at their hairdresser who specialises in shaving heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Girls who are interested could inform me and we might make company to go there together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-114647224055979249?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/114647224055979249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=114647224055979249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114647224055979249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114647224055979249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-is-gay.html' title='The world is gay.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-114615429988419984</id><published>2006-04-27T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:11:39.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. What a great day. I met a flasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls and me went for dinner at Jurong East and soon after, we nearly puked out all that went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the toilet at level 2, and when we were on our way out, we saw this handicap toilet with the door opened. So of coz, with our great curiosity, we looked in. &lt;em&gt;* For you information, you have to pass by that fucking toilet if you want to get out of that fucking place* &lt;/em&gt;And guess what. We saw a fucking sick uncle with his pants hanging on his knees. And he even pretended to be shocked when he saw us. Oh come on. Unless he's deaf, he would have heard us appoaching. With our thunderous laughter that shakes the mountains and the seas, would he have missed it? Oh FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall NOT go on with the amazing sight we saw because I really don't want to be reminded of that tropical forest. Of coz, Eleine who happens to be, also happens to be a drama queen. So I screamed and ran away. Yeah. Then after, Xinya and Felin said they missed the great show, and Olivia was badly traumatized. She damn poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Then we quicken our pace to avoid seeing him again. Who knows heaven gave us another encounter of fate. YES. We saw him again. This time. He smiled at us smirkingly. WTF. You hurted us emotionally and now you wanna tell me you are damn happy that you got us. So damn irritating. I just glared at him and rolled my eyes. Ya la. Not a very cool way of expressing my anger. But yeah. I'm only capable of doing that at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girls. The lesson is. When you meet a flasher. Go up to him and kick him in his nuts. NEVER leave him a chance to be proud of what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Alright. I'm just kidding. If you meet such flashers in public places you can take a video of him and upload it in you tube. And remember to pray hard that he gets as famous as tammy. However, if you encounter them in deserted, isolated dark corners. My advice to you is to RUN. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-114615429988419984?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/114615429988419984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=114615429988419984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114615429988419984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/114615429988419984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113509780013530757</id><published>2005-12-21T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:56:40.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle continues.</title><content type='html'>Its day &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; and the relationship between Besie and Wasabi is not getting any better. In fact, it got worse. The more they look at each other, the deeper the hatred gets. Besie continues to think that her place is taken, and Wasabi misunderstood that she is staying at my house for good, so she gotta chase out Besie. Dogs will always be dogs. They react to the things that they &lt;em&gt;see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besie's suffering from a depression now becoz she's realli pissed off with Wasabi. She refuses to touch the food and water that Wasabi touch before. And she hides under the sofa all the time. Wasabi? She's one hella devil. She do not allow Besie to get near me. If Besie comes to me, she will jump on her and force her to leave me. &lt;em&gt;OMG. &lt;/em&gt;How can she do this to &lt;em&gt;MY &lt;/em&gt;dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Besie is so poor thing now. A sad girl. Oh yeah. I do love Wasabi too. BUT. She's a little overboard. Hope things get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113509780013530757?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113509780013530757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113509780013530757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113509780013530757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113509780013530757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-continues.html' title='The battle continues.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113497448220398048</id><published>2005-12-19T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:41:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It pains me...</title><content type='html'>It really pains me to see my beloved ones killing each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend Ljungberg actually injuried my husband Lampard yesterday! Omg! Lampard had never missed any games in Chelsea for the past three years nor did he suffer any injuries. And now? He's badly hurted by my beloved Ljungberg! Hottie one injuried hottie two. Wad a sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His head was bleeding, and his left thigh got a big wound, and he gotta wear a head protector to stop the blood before he can continue with the game. YES. Even when his head is badly cut, he finished the game. My hero! Poor boy! And at the end of the game, he vomitted blood on a handkerchief! Omg! I think he suffered some internal injuries. I'm going to be so angry with Ljungberg, no matter how hot he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess my Lampard gotta stop for a few games as he really dun look good enough to go for anymore matches man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113497448220398048?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113497448220398048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113497448220398048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113497448220398048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113497448220398048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-pains-me.html' title='It pains me...'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113497347430957724</id><published>2005-12-19T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:24:40.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle of Besie and Wasabi.</title><content type='html'>If you had not already known, I have a cutie Maltese called Besie. She's been at my house for nearing three years, and we all thought she's the sweetest doggie ever. She's absolutely quiet and she never messes up the house nor create any trouble for us. Other than being a little autistic as I mentioned in my earlier entries, she's perfect as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. My cousin had a talk with my mother about leaving her three months old Jack Russell, Wasabi at my house at two weeks as she and her husband are going to France. Well. Of coz we welcomed that idea. And little did we know that, that's the start of the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. A oversize flurry maltese that resembles a miniature lion fighting with a mal-nourished jack russell. Its a absolutely ridiculous sight. Haha. Yeah. I admit that my mother and I enjoyed the &lt;em&gt;shows&lt;/em&gt; very much, as we are both sick animal abusers. &lt;em&gt;*You can call the SPCA if you wan to* &lt;/em&gt;For the first time in the three years, my Besie barked like fuck at someone/something. We expected Wasabi to be the one bullying her as Jack Russells are known to be super hyperactive and friendly. H owever, the fact is, its the other way round. Besie took the role of a terriority tyrant and refused to tolerate the presence of Wasabi in her house. She refused to let Wasabi get out of her sight. Meaning, wherever Wasabi goes, she follows, and not only that, she &lt;em&gt;stares &lt;/em&gt;at her. What a dog! My Besie lost her calmness as she thought that Wasabi is moving in for good, and she might have to share the love of us with her. She got really pissed. We gotta separate them at night, for Besie will barked non stop at her. The minute wasabi closes her eyes and try to sleep, Besie will attack her. Its such a amusing sight! Yeah. And today its only the second day. I hope they'll try to live in harmony for the next two weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113497347430957724?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113497347430957724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113497347430957724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113497347430957724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113497347430957724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/12/battle-of-besie-and-wasabi.html' title='The battle of Besie and Wasabi.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113414970915146057</id><published>2005-12-10T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:35:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels of my life.</title><content type='html'>[IMG]http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d19/eleinetan21/19626668850383l.jpg[/IMG]&lt;br /&gt;These are the angels of my life. They've injected laughter and joy into my life. Been with me through my ups and downs. Yeah. Though I'm constantly bullied by them, oh well, as a great person, I shall not blame them. Oh yeah. They are my mahjong kaki too. Love them loads. MUACK. &lt;em&gt;*They all rejected my kisses*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113414970915146057?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113414970915146057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113414970915146057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113414970915146057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113414970915146057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/12/angels-of-my-life.html' title='Angels of my life.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113414749548794768</id><published>2005-12-10T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:58:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel like writing something, but I've no particular topic in mind. So, I'll just talk about my friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I can skipped the late for school part coz that happens all the time. &lt;em&gt;(For your information, I stay 10 minutes away from SP, the nearest among all my classmates) &lt;/em&gt;After school, met up with Olivia, Felin, Xinya, Gilbert and of coz Audrey, becoz we wanna have a birthday lunch with her. Happy Birthday Audrey! Played pool too, but its really sucky coz the balls are cursed today. They NEVER get in. So emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that. We went to Chinatown for Xinya's photo shoot while Audrey returns to school for her tennis. We walked through the entire place and Xinya spent all her time sitting on the ground, crawling around, looking for the best angles for her shots. If you people see her, I have to clarifiy that she's really not from the circus. She is able to bent at funny angles, walk while she crawl, etc. She's like a spiderwoman. I guess the people who saw her must be wondering what that lump of thing gliding around the ground. The trip was pretty fun as we get to act as tourists. Of coz we use our ultimate Hong Kong ascent to fool the stall holders there. And apparently, we're pretty successful. As expected with our regular practice. Then went town to chill. End of story. That's how I spent my friday when I don't play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Today I told Gilbert that he's a lucky bastard because he gets to go out with the 4 BEAUTIES. (Felin, Xinya, Olivia and of coz myself). HAHA. He nearly died after hearing it. He replied me saying that that's the most emo thing that ever happened to him. Hmm. He don't know how fortunate he is. We shall ignore him. We'll still presume that he accumulated a lot of good karma for such things to happen on him. Not everyone gets a chance like this alright. Though we've faced each other for like 7 years, he still doesn't realised that in front of him stood the prettiest girl alive. A ultimate woodblock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Tat's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113414749548794768?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113414749548794768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113414749548794768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113414749548794768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113414749548794768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/12/feel-like-writing-something-but-ive-no.html' title=''/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113404310927994633</id><published>2005-12-08T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:58:29.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Boring.&lt;/em&gt; My computer broke down. I can't do anything, don't mention about surfing the net, I can't even do my fucking work. I gotta stay back in school to finish my assignments. I must be the saddest girl alive man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my dad brought home a laptop to rescue me. It ain't a very good one, but at least it is enough for me to type my assignments. I realised, its ok to live without a computer and a radio. (Oh yeah, my radio broke down too. My gadgets are all falling apart. My phone is going to break into two very soon as well. &lt;em&gt;I'm cursed&lt;/em&gt;.) Everyday when I get home, I would watch the TV, then at ten I would go to bed. And that went on for a few months. Man. I felt like a retiree. Nothing to do at home, hence, all you do is watch TV and sleep. Now you can ask me any questions about the programmes on Channel 5 and 8 or even the SCV, I'm best at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Beauty forums claimed that a woman should be asleep from 10p.m to 3a.m. It is because that is the time when ur skin cells repair itselves. It is the best way to achieve good flaw skin. Well. Of coz the results differ according to individuals. Well, I've been doing it for a while. So I hope it do work for me. Actually, that's also the cheapest and one of the best facial treatments u can get. All you have to do is to sleep, and ur skin cells will get repaired. So why not? Fellow galfrens out there, please note this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113404310927994633?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113404310927994633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113404310927994633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113404310927994633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113404310927994633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/12/boring.html' title='Boring.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113154932476535050</id><published>2005-11-09T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:15:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my frens say i have bad taste.</title><content type='html'>Today after school I met up with Olivia for lunch in school. Then. I saw my year three cutie! I showed Olivia and she wasn't impressed. Hmm. She said that he looks like a girl. Well. I beg to differ. Cum on! He's so cute! I love his small eyes. And oh ya, I noticed that he seemed to wear the same shirt everyday. The fact is, he did change his shirt. Just that. They are all of similar colour! If I'm not wrong, its grey. Lol. I cannot really tell the colour from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Back to the topic. She said that he sucks. Hmm. In the past, I liked my canoe boy, sailor boy. Everyone around me says that they suck too. Omg. Xiao Lin told me that she'll never trust me again. Becoz NEVER once did I point out someone that's really cute. Hey. They are cute to me alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all claimed that I have bad taste for guys. Hmm. Not true rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113154932476535050?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113154932476535050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113154932476535050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113154932476535050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113154932476535050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-frens-say-i-have-bad-taste.html' title='my frens say i have bad taste.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113134653365974386</id><published>2005-11-07T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:55:33.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A disaster.</title><content type='html'>I bet many Man U fans are out there cheering now. Celebrating the defeat of Chelsea in yesterday's match with the score of 1-0. I was so horrified when I on the television at the 60th minutes to find that Man U is leading by one. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Indeed Man U performed during the first half, however, during the second half, Chelsea was charging at full power! However. Luck is not with them. The balls only managed to get near the goal post, but not in it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm devestated over the fact that Chelsea lost to Man U. Argh. Olivia already "congratulated" me yesterday straight after the match. Thank you. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113134653365974386?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113134653365974386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113134653365974386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113134653365974386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113134653365974386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/11/disaster.html' title='A disaster.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113086248064550195</id><published>2005-11-02T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:16:22.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My autistic Besie found a friend.</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 years that my dear doggie Besie had been with me, she doesn't have a &lt;em&gt;single &lt;/em&gt;friend. I have no idea why but she simply refused to mix with other dogs. Haha. Male or female, she reject them all the same. &lt;em&gt;*For your information, male dogs always get horny when they see her* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. Now. She found her &lt;em&gt;one and only&lt;/em&gt; friend, and that's a Chihuahua by the name of Melon. Wuahahaha. She stays at the 14th floor, and both of them have similiar characteristics. Firstly, they are obviously obese. Besie's a oversized Maltese and Melon's a giant Chihuahua. Maybe they seek comfort in each other, knowing that people laugh at them for the same reason. Well. Also, they are equally austic. Both dogs do not interact with their own kind. If I'm not wrong, the only friend that Melon has is Besie too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I brought Besie down for a walk, and she met Melon. They clicked almost immediately. You should have seen the affectionate stares of both dogs, you might juz roll on the floor laughing. Anyway they started playing together shortly after. No kid, but that's the first time I see Besie &lt;em&gt;plays &lt;/em&gt;with a dog. I felt a little touched deep in, because its like she've been so lonely for the past few years of her life. She never wants to join in group fun with others, and refuse any dogs that come near her. So yeah. I feel happy for her now that she has a friend. Wuahaha. Ok. This is a silly entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113086248064550195?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113086248064550195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113086248064550195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113086248064550195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113086248064550195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-autistic-besie-found-friend.html' title='My autistic Besie found a friend.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113077940643918179</id><published>2005-11-01T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:23:26.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball-jointed Dolls.</title><content type='html'>hey people. I came across Rubez's blog today and I found that she loves Ball-jointed dolls. And she got a doll called Cyan. She actually met up with the other doll owners and took photos of the dolls together. &lt;em&gt;Wad the fuck??&lt;/em&gt; They made them posed like they are &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dolls are made to have joints at their elbows, knees, etc, so that they can actually move and pose like humans. That's not the most freakish part. What really scared the hell outta me is their faces. Its so realistic that you can't help but to wonder when issit going to start blinking. And Rubez said that you could actually change their eyeballs or even apply make up for them. You are supposed to dress them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why people are in loved with those dolls because I think that they look extremely evil. Perhaps even satanic. Min told me that such dolls are very popular in Japan now. I dunno man, but I am against such dolls. Xiao Lin told me about this customer of her's who came into the shop with a Ball-jointed Doll on her hand. She made the doll sit on her palm and refused to let her down when she's trying on her shoes. It as if she's shopping with her &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;! How disgusting is that? Perhaps those dolls are cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above content are purely made up of my personal ideas, it was not to offend any of the doll lovers. Oh yeah. To look at the dolls, you can go to this website. &lt;a href="http://www.dreamofdoll.com"&gt;http://www.dreamofdoll.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113077940643918179?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113077940643918179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113077940643918179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113077940643918179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113077940643918179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/11/ball-jointed-dolls.html' title='Ball-jointed Dolls.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113074193783831091</id><published>2005-10-31T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:58:57.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having Web Publishing lesson now, for the first time. And i'm already bored. Web publishing?? OMG. Indeed, the teacher Vincent Wong is very nice. BUT. He's so boring. He's driving me to tears. And its a three-hour class. How am I going to survive the lessons in future? What a terrifying thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113074193783831091?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113074193783831091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113074193783831091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113074193783831091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113074193783831091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-having-web-publishing-lesson-now.html' title=''/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113034328840685644</id><published>2005-10-27T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:14:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little dream of mine.</title><content type='html'>hey people. i got into the GEMs that i wanted~ congrats me. &lt;em&gt;*thank you*&lt;/em&gt; wuahaha. Its basic watercolour class for begginers. sounds unappealing to some people i noe, but well, its been my dream to paint a nice picture. i've always been interested in tis area, but i'm not talented i guess. i tried to learn the drawing techniques from books, BUT, i didn't succeed. most of the pieces look weird~ haha. so yeah, perhaps tis module can help me fulfil tis little dream of mine. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113034328840685644?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113034328840685644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113034328840685644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113034328840685644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113034328840685644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-dream-of-mine.html' title='a little dream of mine.'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-113008713152890338</id><published>2005-10-24T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:05:31.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. tis is like freaking irritating. Wad's with Everton man? 1-1? Oh come on! They dashed my Chelsea's dream of 12 win-in-a-row. Wad the fuck man. Tis realli got me on my nerves. Angry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Chelsea is not going to be affected by this. Its ok. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-113008713152890338?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/113008713152890338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=113008713152890338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113008713152890338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/113008713152890338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-112999173171092996</id><published>2005-10-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:35:31.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm devestated again. I just went into Olivia's blog juz now, and I realise she's still supporting that been-there-done-that Man U! And know what? She actually have friends with her~ I guess they're just too obstinate. &lt;em&gt;*My heart bleed for them*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than refusing to face up the truth, they even slammed Chelsea! They claimed that my dear Mourinho &lt;em&gt;(the special one)&lt;/em&gt; made it all possible because of money. Come on! That's only one minor reason! The players played along each other and held Chelsea up as a TEAM. All are skilled in their own ways, and they did their part well under the leadership of Murinho. That's the reason! Moreover, they have Frank Lampard in their team! &lt;em&gt;*he's my husband anyway*&lt;/em&gt;  Back to reality people! I shall not waste my effort in explaining anymore. Man U fans watch out! We'll see whose the king on 6 November. Till then, you all can continue dreaming~ WUAHAHA. Oh yeah, please note the two upcoming matches with Chelsea against everton and Blackburn. Coz after they win these two teams, and thrashed Man U, they would break the record that was set in 1967 (11 victory-in-a-row) with 12 victory-in-a-row. That would be worthy of a grand celebration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-112999173171092996?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/112999173171092996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=112999173171092996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/112999173171092996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/112999173171092996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-devestated-again.html' title=''/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-112991817474782381</id><published>2005-10-22T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T04:00:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hello people. Yes, finally. I'm back. My last entry was written in August, and after that I was too lazy to do anything to my blog. And since its my holiday now, I decided to start blogging again as I'm pathetically free. &lt;em&gt;*Oh yeah, for your information, this is the third time that I start a new blog*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something that I must fess up now. Ii'm very emo presently. I struggled with the blogskin for nearing &lt;em&gt;2 hours.&lt;/em&gt; I tried to change the personal informations, add in my friends' links, etc. Man, little did I expect that it would be so tough! &lt;em&gt;*Am I the only one who felt this way?* &lt;/em&gt;Luckily Xinya was around to help me with it, or else, I might just take a few more hours. Alrite, I know I sound totally bimbotic saying all these, but I really can't help it. As long as you know I'm not one.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That's all for today. I drained all my energy just now while giving my blog a makeover. Oh ya, anyway, Xinya says that my URL is totally screwed up. She claims that its very &lt;em&gt;song, &lt;/em&gt;for your information it means that it is very old fashioned. I retaliated by saying that its ever classic, she just tell me I'm disgusting as usual and she went off to bed. People, she's a block head isn't she? =) Well. I still love her all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;P.S. Thanks Zachary! You provided me with much help too! And you made a smart choice by being with the bright side like me. Unless Olivia. She can continue dreaming that Man U will be able to beat Chelsea! Haha! We are the special ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-112991817474782381?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/112991817474782381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=112991817474782381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/112991817474782381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/112991817474782381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back~'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-112126786841698159</id><published>2005-07-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:17:48.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crushes happen all the time. I believed all of us went through a period of time in secondary school when we thought that the guy next door was really cute. Ok. At least I did alright. =) Yesterday, I was on my way home when I saw a few secondary school boys playing Basketball in their school court. For some reasons, some memories was brought back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in secondary one; I fell for this senior called Yiwei. He was in secondary three then. He was my first crush. Oh well. He was a councilor. In fact, later, he became the president of the councilor committee. In my memory, he was this very talented guy. He was in the track and field and basketball team. He always had this irresistible and sincere smile on his face. *Please note that I don’t even know him personally* everyone in my class knew about that. I could recall some of the stupid things I did then. I would always run away with my face blushing whenever he appears. Yet I would hide behind the pillars and peek at him. *Yes, I am a peeking Tom* My classmates often tease me about him. It was not long after that I found out he liked a girl in another secondary three class. Oh my! My heart was shattered into millions of pieces. I could no longer feel my heart beating. Even if it was, I had no idea who it was beating for. WUAHA. I was only exaggerating. Sounds like I’m really heartbroken huh? Lol. I admit I was a little upset. However, it didn’t get to me. Still, I continue to admire him from far. It lasted for one whole bloody year, till I got to secondary two. Then I managed to get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of things that I did and I could no longer recall. I guess it’s simply too long ago. Now that I think back, I guess he formed up part of my memories of my secondary school days. I thought it was kinda sweet. I would smile when I think back. It was not because of him. It was because of the many things that I did, and how I responded to his presence. I felt so silly. *Grins* Well. At least he made me felt what puppy love was then. I’ll never forget this guy which I was once deeply infatuated over. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-112126786841698159?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/112126786841698159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=112126786841698159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/112126786841698159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/112126786841698159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-first-crush.html' title='My first crush'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13752344.post-111972121001899044</id><published>2005-06-26T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:43:22.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not everything can be that smooth in our lives. We always experience failure and disappointment. Some of them made us tear for days, some leave hatred in our hearts, some can simply be forgotten. Yet, there's always some experiences that would leave an impact on us. I guess those are the shadows. Like shadows, they would never leave us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of us had been traumatized in a way or another. For example, Xinya had been forced to feed the pigeons in Malaysia when she was young. It was a flock of them and she was scared out of her wits. Yet her mom insisted that she reached her hands out and spread the food to them in order to take a beautiful picture of her daughter with the lovely birds. Since then, she developed a phobia for pigeons. Sounds silly? Well. I admit I love mocking at her for being afraid of something that's physically smaller than her by tens of times. *Anyway, I've phobia of cats and heights as well* Actually we cannot blame her as she is really afraid of them. I guess everyone understand the meaning of fear. Its an uncontrollable feeling of dread. Everytime the pigeons come closer to her, she would start screaming hysterically like some terriorists had come to take her away. Actually to her, pigeons and terriorists are equally deadly. All of us would react in different ways when we're afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe all of us had our own share of experiences. Be it bad or good. We all learn through experiences. Some had created an impact on us and became our "shadows". They tagged around haunting us all the time. Well. I do hope that we can stand up and face our fears bravely. We always run away from things that we're afraid of. However, that would not solve anything. Often, they became handicaps in our daily lives. I always see the fear in people's eyes when they're afraid. I don't have any clue how to help them. In fact, only they can help themselves. Think about the problems and face them. When you're able to do that, you will have a chance of getting rid of it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Xinya's also afraid of cockroaches which are hundreds times smaller than her. Wuahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-111972121001899044?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/111972121001899044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=111972121001899044&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/111972121001899044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/111972121001899044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/06/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13752344.post-111911269758254253</id><published>2005-06-19T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:41:21.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This is specially dedicated to Xinya, Olivia, Felin, Gilbert and Zhiyong~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i go about praising them. Well. Let me start off with explaining how I got to know each of them and how I managed to merge them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinya, Zhiyong and Gilbert are my primary school mates. I wasn't close to Gilbert and Zhiyong then as they weren't even interested in talking to me, or rather all the girls then. They could only see soccer, food and Play Station in those times. To them, girls are pests. Anyway. I got to know them by and by, as they started to befriend the females during the regular class gatherings they held. Xinya. I don't have to elaborate on her. She's been my Bestie for the past 6 years. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Olivia in my secondary school. We became best friends after we began sharing the same interest in H.O.T( a korean band). ANYWAY. We don't like them anymore. We hung out together more often, and soon, we became almost inseparable. She's always there for me during my secondary school days. We've been through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my O's, I found a job as a low-paid salesgirl in Route 66 at Far East. My life was pathetic then till the arrival of a new girl called Felin. We hit off very well at the first meeting. Its always lucky to find someone that understands your jokes fully. Yeah. I was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I introduced Olivia to Xinya. I thought since they had heard so much stories about each other, why not let them meet each other? I knew they would be able to click. True enough, they did. Then Felin ZY Birdy Xinya and I signed up for the same Pop Dance course. That's when Felin got to know my primary school mates. Not long after, I introduced Olivia to the group. Now, all of them merged as a big group together with the others. Well. I'm the happiest of all because I can meet all my best friends every time we hang out together, saving me the hassle of spending quality time with each of them individually. Anyway, they clicked well with each other. Perhaps because they are as silly as each other. Together, we are a bunch of young people who don't care about other people's view about us. Just laughing and acting stupid in town all the time. On occassions, we would get together and do some realli emo yet fun activities like kite flying, KTV jumping sessions, etc. I must say, these people are mad. I did contribute to the rubbish ideas, I admit. HA. Sometimes Shaun, Michelle, ZY's friends ,Gilbert's friends or Dabin would join us for a towning session. Recently, we got a new member, Xinya's friend Audrey. Hmm. The formation of the group sounds complicating? Well. It doesn't really matter as we don't see the differences now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past few months, most of us don't have to attend school. Therefore we're spared from doing homework, attending unnecessary remedials, etc. THUS. We have lotsa time to meet up and have fun. Unfortunately, I had to work. I was working in far east then. I do not have the time to join them for their movies, walks, etc. However, they would always wait for me till my work's over, then we would all go for some coffee. Or perhaps, disturb the strangers. That's our favourite pastime anyway. Through the months, we grew really close. We hung together regularly that it seemed so natural to us. Often,we would just find a spot in Mac Cafe, or any place to sit down and chill. We share our experiences, talk about anything under the sun, or play silly card games. Through all these, the rapport that we built got stronger and stronger. Till we're all sadden by the starting of school. We understood that we would not be able to meet up as often, and we might all drift apart. We are all going to embark on a different journey of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been some time since the start of school, indeed we don't get to see each other as often. However, we communicated through the net and also try to meet up during the weekends. I'm gald we're still going on fine. I know I'm very attached to the group and life wouldn't be fun without them. Just imagine if you were me, who would be able to tolerate my nonsense? Who can withstand my loudness? Who would do all the face tarnishing silly acts with me? Who would dance beggar dance down Orchard with me? Its only the special ones in my life. =) I am always proud to let people know that I have a bunch of friends who made my teenage years so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, thank you people for putting up with my nonsense. I'll never forget the things that we did and the effort that all of you had put in for my 17th b irthday. It was really a day for me. I never imagined I would spend my birthday in this way. Thank you. =) Anyway. I just wanna let you people know how much I cherish you all. And I'm so gald we are still going on fine. Oh ya. RONIN was so great today. Levan's real cool. Wuahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13752344-111911269758254253?l=eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/feeds/111911269758254253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13752344&amp;postID=111911269758254253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/111911269758254253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13752344/posts/default/111911269758254253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eleinetanshiqi.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><author><name>eleine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11636965299368516314</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-13752344.post-111911225873565377</id><published>2005-06-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:30:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse - Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm finding my way back to sanity again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Though I don't really know whatI'm going to do when I get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Take a breath and hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Spin around one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And gracefully fall back to the arms of Grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am hanging on every word you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And even if you don't want to speak tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's alright, alright with me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause I want nothing more than to sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is where I want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm looking past the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Of my mind into the truth andI'm trying to identify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The voices in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;God which one's you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let me feel one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What it feels like to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And break these calluses off me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;One more time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Cause I am hanging on every word you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And even if you don't want to speak tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's alright, alright with me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause I want nothing more than to sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Outside your door and listen to you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is where I want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't want a thing from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bet you're tired of me waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;For the straps to fallOff your table to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just want to be here now '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause I am hanging on every word you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And even if you don't want to speak tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's alright, alright with me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause I want nothing more than to sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is where I want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am hanging on every word you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And even if you don't want to speak tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's alright, alright with me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause I want nothing more than to sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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