<?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-5388785661871212814</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:48:00.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIFFANY ♥ STACE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-3102990156126638992</id><published>2010-02-13T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:10:43.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the love (L)</title><content type='html'>Hello. (L)&lt;br /&gt;Its been so so long since I've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry! &gt;.&lt; We've all been busy. School's really out to torture students.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Anyways, I wonder how have everyone been.&lt;br /&gt;For once I am online but all the people I want to talk to are not online. D:&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I guess everyone has reunion dinners to attend. Since its the Chinese New years.&lt;br /&gt;Plus all my friends are off for their Korean Lunar New Year! 새해 복 많이 받으세요!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized no one tags. D: Its sad, ain't it. I don't feel the love. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to blog about. Uhmm...&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to go back to Korea to greet my Grandparents but well, my almighty parents are busy. With work. On New Years.&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother must be so disappointed. But honestly, I am quite glad I don't have to go to greet them. Meeting Mother and Father is already torturing enough, I still have to listen to the whole  " YuMi ahh, why did you choose to go to boarding school? Isn't school in Korea or LA good for you? Like this, your parents will be able to look after you. " speech from Grandmother. I love my Grandmother alright, but she should get to know her daughter more. Take care of me? Please. We meet at the most once evey 2 weeks when I was living in LA with them. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to celebrate New Years with everyone else here. :D Stacy hun had to go back to Korea to greet her relatives but she declined using Cello exams as excuse. She did this for me. =X Thank you so much dear. Cloe and Joyce too. Sometimes, I really thank God for girls like these. Mikey don't celebrate Lunar New Year so she... stays! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian oppa is somewhere around the globe with his family doing his greetings for Lunar New Year. Dum dum dum dum... Miss you lots! (L) I want to meet up again oppa! MAKE TIME! Tsk. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH! Rainie &amp;amp; Brian, how are you guys over at Singapore. If you see this please tag alright? I am so sorry for not coming online for so long! &gt;.&lt; I feel so mean. Forgive me? ....please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn has been tutoring me french lit. Thank the high heavens for him! :D If not, I would have most probably gotten like a big fat F or something. Really thank you Shawn for being so patient with explaining everything to me. I am total fail at French. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, abrupt? I know. But here comes pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1141682986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1141682986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany. Stacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1141654003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1141654003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some weird reason. I really like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1421082964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1421082964.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole sissy snipped off her hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1065553441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1065553441.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me seeing Nicole for the first time after her hair became short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1906815347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1906815347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This white dress is what I wore on Winter Formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1906815350-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1906815350-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, can you please stop all the drinking?&lt;br /&gt;All the fooling around?&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. Me. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand no matter how things turn out you are like my support.&lt;br /&gt;If the support falls, the person falls.&lt;br /&gt;And I am falling.&lt;br /&gt;ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-3102990156126638992?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/3102990156126638992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2010/02/spread-love-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/3102990156126638992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/3102990156126638992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2010/02/spread-love-l.html' title='Spread the love (L)'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-4293688848673156588</id><published>2009-12-31T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:09:55.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart drenched in wine.</title><content type='html'>Hello :D Its Tiffany here. Again, I know. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me since the other girls are so "occupied". Heehees. xP&lt;br /&gt;Since I'd still like to consider it Christmas, wish y'all Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;There are 12 days of Christmas afterall. Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;How was everyone's Christmas? Mine was great since I was with my friends and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the winter formal.&lt;br /&gt;Would really like to post some of those pictures.... but... being a klutz the girls and I were in such hurry (since we were almost late) and we didn't manage to get any photos taken.&lt;br /&gt;Sobs. T^T&lt;br /&gt;If i manage to get any from my other friends I will post them up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was alright, we had the winter formal.&lt;br /&gt;And then we girls, had a heart to heart talk till really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(L) you all. No matter what troubles, we face them together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, the girls and I woke up extra early like at 6am to sneak to the guys' dorm to pass them their presents. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;But just as we've expected, they were dead asleep. Kind of drunk, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Ian oppa, the super light sleeper who was crashing at Shawn's room got woken up by our giggling. xP Sorry oppa!&lt;br /&gt;Told Ian oppa to get back sleeping while we fussed around their room (tripping over Ian oppa several times, since he was kind of lying on the floor), trying to find somewhere to put the presents.&lt;br /&gt;And we went over to Jonny and RMK's room and did the same.&lt;br /&gt;Though this time it was so much easier since they slept like a log. It was hilarious. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the girls gathered and got back to our room.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, well meaning Stacy, Joyce, Cloe, Mikey and I.&lt;br /&gt;And we prepared breakfast since we didn't feel like having breakfast at the cafeteria on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Stacy started tossing us some salad, Cloe and Mikey were in charge of eggnog making and heating up some danishes and muffins.&lt;br /&gt;Stacy was making some omelets and sausages.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and I were setting up the table and also Helped around with the eggnog and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And walked over to wake the guys up for breakfast, since calling them seems useless.&lt;br /&gt;After some 15 mins of knocking of doors, dragging people off beds, tickling people.&lt;br /&gt;They, at last, wakes up. Washed up and Changed and met Joyce and I at their dorm lobby.  Walked over to the girls' dormitory and started breakfast. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, Pictures says a thousand words. So pictures of breakfast us girls made. Which is rare that ALL of us woke up to make breakfast. Since most of the time we wake up at different times with different class schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzydN3HaIsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-uThyV6-MQg/s1600-h/1076123000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzydN3HaIsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-uThyV6-MQg/s200/1076123000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421380912906117826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Random picture of Stacy who walked off halfway during the omelet making to play us some Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzydOtsUaXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4DMGm4c8WGo/s1600-h/1076130873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzydOtsUaXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4DMGm4c8WGo/s200/1076130873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421380927556446578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First sandwich made that morning. Joyce made it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzydOwzWL8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wsnG3BMSP78/s1600-h/1076130871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzydOwzWL8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wsnG3BMSP78/s200/1076130871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421380928391229378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost complete set of breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;That is the girls'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzydOeZMhsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FdzTqUcBLrg/s1600-h/1076130872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzydOeZMhsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FdzTqUcBLrg/s200/1076130872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421380923449706178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the almost complete set for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gobbled down breakfast while talking and singing Christmas songs randomly. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And we have our Miss Random of that morning, Miss Cloe Ahn. :D ( Was not surprised. LOL. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we headed to meet some other classmates for Christmas parties they hosted.&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun. Played Twister and had a great laugh at Mikey's really cute body movements.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch and continued playing games and such. Had this really cool Piano battle between Stacy and Elaine. And we exchanged presents. :D Jonny and co. played us some songs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Stacy, Joyce, Mikey, Cloe, Jonny, Slimy, Ian, Shawn, Rmk and I went off and headed to our respective dorms to grab our coats and stuffs and met to go out. Which is really awesome. Since the school's so icky about us going out. But well, its Christmas. :D And all of us met up with our other friends, Samantha, Natalie and Rachelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szyt7ldOBUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nxMB8Jp8pSs/s1600-h/1687311085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szyt7ldOBUI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nxMB8Jp8pSs/s320/1687311085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399290625787202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha &amp;amp; Rachelle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szyt7d-3kzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/x4NTEhLggQc/s1600-h/1687311084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szyt7d-3kzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/x4NTEhLggQc/s320/1687311084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399288619438898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachelle &amp;amp; Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szyt75GEdQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pgJFblbtvDY/s1600-h/1687311170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szyt75GEdQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pgJFblbtvDY/s320/1687311170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399295897400578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of us crowding together to figure something out. Though I can't rmb what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szyt8CznwCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FR4ia2VTbP8/s1600-h/1687311226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szyt8CznwCI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FR4ia2VTbP8/s320/1687311226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399298504376354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Joyce. Crazy, ain't she? But I (L) her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we did take somemore pictures for our Christmas outing , but I am kind of lazy to upload them since blogger can be pretty slow. :X&lt;br /&gt;I'll save them for some other time.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, So at night, like when we came back we had dinner outside.&lt;br /&gt;Guys paid! :D Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently its like a return favor for the breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner, Joyce and Ian Oppa went off somewhere. :O&lt;br /&gt;Mikey and Slimy too.&lt;br /&gt;Jonny said he wanted to pass Cloe her present so he brought her somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Rachelle's boyfriend came to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and Natalie had to leave for another party.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving, Stacy, Shawn, Rmk and I.&lt;br /&gt;So since we've nothing much to do, we walked around. Talked.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went back to the school.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn and Rmk walked Stacy and I back and they left.&lt;br /&gt;When Stace and I got back to out rooms we decided to open some presents.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; Couldn't help it! :P&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and started opening them after we got ourselves a cup of hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;With marshmallows!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some presents I recieved. Not all since I haven't got approval from some friends if i can post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy4ID_rVII/AAAAAAAAAK4/bK12qXO5Oq8/s1600-h/1709536680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy4ID_rVII/AAAAAAAAAK4/bK12qXO5Oq8/s320/1709536680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421410500098086018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother sent this Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. necklace over. This year with a card and it says, "Merry Christmas". Rare huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy-bc3Qh1I/AAAAAAAAALw/RMjmt57m4A0/s1600-h/1181174492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy-bc3Qh1I/AAAAAAAAALw/RMjmt57m4A0/s320/1181174492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421417430260942674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father sent this Juicy Couture necklace. No card or call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy4HVBI12I/AAAAAAAAAKo/5R8CZWabR7Y/s1600-h/1137243302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy4HVBI12I/AAAAAAAAAKo/5R8CZWabR7Y/s320/1137243302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421410487487747938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super super super cute gift from Rachelle and Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy4HFQZOQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wQAH4o1W7iw/s1600-h/1287825823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy4HFQZOQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wQAH4o1W7iw/s320/1287825823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421410483256768770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas cards!! &gt;.&lt; Love them. The red one was from Mikey. The blue one and the box of HANDMADE chocolate was from Cloe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy5YWduBFI/AAAAAAAAALI/bDnhEpwUSQA/s1600-h/1327711890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy5YWduBFI/AAAAAAAAALI/bDnhEpwUSQA/s320/1327711890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421411879445464146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink roses. Left outside the room on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;Never stated who sent it. O.O Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy5YoNh3TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zLLHFVKgOrA/s1600-h/1962124607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy5YoNh3TI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zLLHFVKgOrA/s320/1962124607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421411884209397042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-up from Jonny.&lt;3 ( Don't ask why this has a border. LOL. I started putting borders for my pictures and slowly it got tiring so i stopped. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy5ZJSACQI/AAAAAAAAALY/3MmwCT9dW7w/s1600-h/1962124609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy5ZJSACQI/AAAAAAAAALY/3MmwCT9dW7w/s320/1962124609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421411893086521602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAC make-up palette from Slimy! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy5ZaqhTEI/AAAAAAAAALg/Xzks0bRroME/s1600-h/1962124613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy5ZaqhTEI/AAAAAAAAALg/Xzks0bRroME/s320/1962124613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421411897752767554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Natalie. Thanks baby. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy8QVojzXI/AAAAAAAAALo/rTZiX3ys5Fc/s1600-h/1287825815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy8QVojzXI/AAAAAAAAALo/rTZiX3ys5Fc/s320/1287825815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421415040318426482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Shawn. Thanks! Its really pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzzFPh9XQII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fnLucDy2yjc/s1600-h/1432102075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzzFPh9XQII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fnLucDy2yjc/s320/1432102075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421424922051690626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes b. necklace from Rmk. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy-bpT6WrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7Q072sHj8gE/s1600-h/1157551983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy-bpT6WrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7Q072sHj8gE/s320/1157551983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421417433602349746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior cell phone accessory from Mikey. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy-byTDwDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/B47wB2jGhEI/s1600-h/1362805298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy-byTDwDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/B47wB2jGhEI/s320/1362805298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421417436014690354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Stuart gift set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy-cP-5jKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/axBU0Y52L2Y/s1600-h/1362805341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Szy-cP-5jKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/axBU0Y52L2Y/s320/1362805341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421417443983199394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content of Jill Stuart makeup gift set, Coffret D'or and Luna Sol Limited edition makeup from Cloe, Stacy and Joyce. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzzFP5zurCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0nFlwNfASIE/s1600-h/1739762659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzzFP5zurCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0nFlwNfASIE/s320/1739762659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421424928453733410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes b. charm bracelet from Ian Oppa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, am getting tired from the posting of photos. :X Gonna have an abrupt end here.&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with a picture of Sissy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzzLIUe4tII/AAAAAAAAAMg/tA_CslsqG6o/s1600-h/1421091184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzzLIUe4tII/AAAAAAAAAMg/tA_CslsqG6o/s320/1421091184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421431395244881026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Nicole Sissy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love and Regrets,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s, Wish y'all have a early fruitful and happy 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-4293688848673156588?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/4293688848673156588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-drenched-in-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/4293688848673156588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/4293688848673156588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-drenched-in-wine.html' title='Heart drenched in wine.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SzydN3HaIsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-uThyV6-MQg/s72-c/1076123000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-2409044329827495174</id><published>2009-12-03T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:00:23.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears are words the heart can't say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Sxe8Vvqjv_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AbvJO60jQTw/s1600-h/broken+hearted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Sxe8Vvqjv_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AbvJO60jQTw/s200/broken+hearted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411000559067185138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime we try to fix the pieces back, it never looks the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like running away from love like a child, scared, running from a clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everyone. (: Its Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like blogging. Rare, I know. Haha. Life's been alright. Skipping class for abit. =X&lt;br /&gt;Shawn's ditching class with me whole of this week. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Clo's been with Jonny for quite abit these days. I'm happy for her. Finding that one guy that cares so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;Mikey's with Slimey as usual. No surprise here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce's with Ian. Oppa! You better treat her well. &gt;.&lt; Stacy's been hanging with me. &lt;3 BFF. But well, she still has Piano, Violin etc. Glad all my friends have had what they'd always wanted. Last long hun(s). ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Joyce hun, regarding your post before mine... I don't know what to say. But baby, thank you. For being there for me. Through that day. That dreadful day i told myself to give up. You were with me, together with Stace, Clo, Mikey. You know, I love you to bits and pieces!  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian oppa, to your post on your blog. Thank you. For being so brotherly. For reprimanding me for stupid things I do, but always try to do it tenderly. For always giving me that awkward hug after sessions and sessions of telling me " I am not scolding you. But you have to be more selfish. ". But oppa, selfish, I am. I just don't be selfish when it comes to this, alrights? * hugs * Thank you oppa. Alot. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never thought I was so weak as to give up.&lt;br /&gt;For the better good of everyone's life, i give up.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, I really am. For lying to myself and for lying to you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess like how everyone sees us, we're simply star-crossed lovers with no means in our lifetime to be together.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember what i told you that night, under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;The promises we made.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that of me, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Though, i thank you, for being you.&lt;br /&gt;I still am glad I know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending of the short post with a photo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SxfQbZR6AnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xwY2XtVZBQo/s1600-h/1364021207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SxfQbZR6AnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xwY2XtVZBQo/s200/1364021207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411022646369976946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5388785661871212814-2409044329827495174?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/2409044329827495174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears-are-words-heart-cant-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/2409044329827495174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/2409044329827495174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears-are-words-heart-cant-say.html' title='Tears are words the heart can&apos;t say'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Sxe8Vvqjv_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AbvJO60jQTw/s72-c/broken+hearted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-5983567851312435663</id><published>2009-11-25T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T03:53:52.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wonder..&lt;br /&gt;If time would ever slow down it's pace, will I then be able to catch up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things come and go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass by,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, when we don't hold on tight to the things we cherish with all our heart,&lt;br /&gt;it will move on and leave you behind.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt. Wounded. Unprotected.&lt;br /&gt;But that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've been telling her,&lt;br /&gt;"Cherish what you have and live for yourself, for just this once."&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't this the reason why we had ran away in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;But you, it seems to be your nature that you sacrifice everything,&lt;br /&gt;till you have nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound as if I'm encouraging you to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it goes to protect yourself from getting hurt all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand, you feel you have interfered enough, it's time you should leave.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not true. It's not. Because you didn't interfere with anything.&lt;br /&gt;It just that you met the right person, at just the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel as if you have disappointed a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;I know, to have someone else that is close to you like the same person,&lt;br /&gt;It's fucked up and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But do you think just by hiding all your true feelings, it can save everyone from misery?&lt;br /&gt;No, it can't.&lt;br /&gt;Because when you try to hide it the more I feel angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you're protecting me from feeling sad when you are the one who needs all the protection?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to put on that fake smile when you just don't feel like smiling?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you have to be so protective against other people and not let your real emotions overwhelm you?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you have to cover up all the wounds in your heart to protect the people you love?&lt;br /&gt;Because that's not how it goes. It's just wrong to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When facing the people you love, the people you trust, you are supposed to be real.&lt;br /&gt;Because if you do that, that's not love.&lt;br /&gt;That's just pretence.&lt;br /&gt;Because you feel with your heart, and not your brain.&lt;br /&gt;Not your brain that will slowly plan out and weigh out the rights and wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;There's no right or wrong in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling this all to you because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you a lot, Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want everyone to just be ignorant and ignore how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;You know its impossible because we all care.&lt;br /&gt;We all do. I miss you. The real you.&lt;br /&gt;The one that will cry at the slightest things.&lt;br /&gt;The one who will cry at the smallest things.&lt;br /&gt;The one who will cry when they watch a single part of a korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;The one with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can remember, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was abandoned, alone and afraid,&lt;br /&gt;You were the one.&lt;br /&gt;You made me realise how great it felt to be loved and cherished by someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That I was actually of an importance.&lt;br /&gt;That I actually was placed somewhere in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;That I played a part in your life.&lt;br /&gt;But it ended so early,&lt;br /&gt;Too little to late.&lt;br /&gt;You three-lettered bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neversaygoodbyebecauseyou'retheonlyoneforme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-5983567851312435663?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/5983567851312435663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/5983567851312435663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/5983567851312435663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-1165810812449986886</id><published>2009-11-25T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:00:23.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If my little incident with K. has made anyone upset, i will tell everyone here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH RMK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have made anyone upset, I will repeat this again, DO NOT love RMK.&lt;br /&gt;Anything that I have said anytime before, pls don't take it to account.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if anyone is deeply upset over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Sry. To you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-1165810812449986886?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/1165810812449986886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-my-little-incident-with-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/1165810812449986886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/1165810812449986886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-my-little-incident-with-k.html' title=''/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-5089602849601002566</id><published>2009-11-24T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:10:31.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the walrus.</title><content type='html'>Hello. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloe here! I think I am going to audition for a musical :D Tiffany, Stacy, Joyce, Mikey and Ian, Jonny and Kea are all rooting for me! Thank you! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I think I'm going to get a new snail. (: Because Casey, my first snail, is sick I think. She's going to pass away soon. Sighh. She won a lot of races for me too. I don't want another case like Nathan. ): We all miss him a lot and nothing will ever be the same without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny's going to take me Christmas shopping! (L)oves. I want to get a new manicure on the way too. This pink is too pale for me. (: If I can get a picture, I'll try and post it here. The air here is very awkward. Ian and Joyce are acting really cute! (: And something else happened with Tiffany, but I don't think I should post it here. Oh, something happened with Kea too. I wonder what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to type. Thank you for reading this random post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Cloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You are going to be sooo happy! T+K=4EVA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-5089602849601002566?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/5089602849601002566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-walrus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/5089602849601002566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/5089602849601002566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-walrus.html' title='I am the walrus.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-5148217757052352899</id><published>2009-11-24T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:37:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey (:&lt;br /&gt;Ian blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how I'm not blogging on my own blog but on Tiffany's blog.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because blogger auto-logged this email in. (I'm using Tiffany's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; laptop)&lt;br /&gt;And how I'm so very lazy to log into my account.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;How have you guys in Singapore been?&lt;br /&gt;It's quite great here, though I'm not actually staying with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying at my dad's investment property.&lt;br /&gt;It's not really for permanent stay, so I'll have to move out in a few weeks. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been catching up with the girls and guys. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany definitely grew taller.&lt;br /&gt;She'll be very smug when she reads this post.&lt;br /&gt;And she's back from the bathroom, right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;She's looking right at the line.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yes.&lt;br /&gt;And you have no idea what torture had they brought me through.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping after shopping after shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Stacy even tried to convince me that manicures can help me dance and basketball better.&lt;br /&gt;You have &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; idea, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloe's been showing me her collection of snails.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite amazing how a girl can actually touch it and care for it, and not be afraid or threatened by it.&lt;br /&gt;And actually, snail racing wasn't as lame as I expected to be.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, it's entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to the guys the other day.&lt;br /&gt;We talked the whole night away.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised how much I've been missing out on while I was in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should come here more often.&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be able to drink and fool around with people you know since forever. (I sound like Tiffany, it's weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite an enjoyable trip.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel like going back home. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you guys a few photos, of obviously, me.&lt;br /&gt;This blog has never had the face of IANCOUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;So I will bombard this place with my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look behind the good-looking guy to find Tiffany being vain infront of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsJ4uSMLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FiIdG65BEFk/s1600/Ian49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407675432177905842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsJ4uSMLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FiIdG65BEFk/s200/Ian49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joyce. Look at how bored she is.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I was bored too.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Mikey, Tiffany and Cloe change clothes to and fro, for around 4000 times isn't anyone's idea of "fun" or "entertaining".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsKNzAEjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nfJrJJRSkQQ/s1600/Ian50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407675437834834482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsKNzAEjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nfJrJJRSkQQ/s200/Ian50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and since you guys have been so awesome, I'm gonna dig out all the ugly photos of the girls from this computer and post it. You guys are in for a feast :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;(They are going to screw me all over, but it's okay, for the entertainment of this, I will sacrifice myself for your entertainment)&lt;br /&gt;Thank me, thank me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA. TIFFANY'S FOREHEAD :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how it's pimple-free, I guess how she always goes around putting on her facial mask at 12midnight isn't all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I think she'll kill me for seeing this on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;But TIFFANY! You can't delete this okay ):&lt;br /&gt;She's actually quite cute la, right? *laughs to myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsLAuHGNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cyrL67nN3UQ/s1600/1907133234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407675451504531666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsLAuHGNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cyrL67nN3UQ/s200/1907133234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys guess who is this?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know who was it until I saw the name of this photo.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It's Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;So fierce for what?&lt;br /&gt;Did Cloe's snail eat your eyeliner or something?&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsKmk8MhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VUCjK8LdIH8/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407675444486746642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsKmk8MhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VUCjK8LdIH8/s200/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally this one, the award winning piece.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;Whatthefuck were you doing at my house?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know this was shot.&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;But, she still looks retarded (:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Nice handphone strap by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And cool eyes. *HAHAHAHAHA*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsK3YTBwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7oG_iM9eGc8/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407675448997119746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsK3YTBwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7oG_iM9eGc8/s200/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm lazy to find the others and upload them on blogger that's currently being a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;I should go now.&lt;br /&gt;Have as much fun as I had laughing at the photos.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall do a closure similar to the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girl (Ian Couture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sky's falling down,&lt;br /&gt;I'll promise you,&lt;br /&gt;that I'll never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;-Bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's been quite awkward around you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish nothing happened between us, you know.&lt;br /&gt;How we just to joke around with one another.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at our stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I miss you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-5148217757052352899?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/5148217757052352899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-ian-blogging-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/5148217757052352899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/5148217757052352899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-ian-blogging-here.html' title=''/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SwvsJ4uSMLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FiIdG65BEFk/s72-c/Ian49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-6889754085119918959</id><published>2009-10-25T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:07:14.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words hard to say.</title><content type='html'>Hello Earthlings (!)&lt;br /&gt;Decided to blog after much contemplating, since I am kinda lazy and had alot going on for me.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this is Tiffany. (:&lt;br /&gt;Dying with flu here since its fall. Temperature is falling below 17 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Drowning myself with Tylenol. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I really don't know what to post. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, Recently Joyce, Cloe and I are just really lazing around and trying to pack our stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to pack our shopping loot into our bags. ): Too many. =X&lt;br /&gt;Girls are going back to Switzerland soon.&lt;br /&gt;We're probably going to send our stuffs back first and hop on the plane bags free.&lt;br /&gt;Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been reflecting recently and I came to realise many things.&lt;br /&gt;From friendship, love and family I've gave myself the credit of reflecting about these issues and alot of times I get lost in these thoughts and get really out of it throughout the day. So here, I want to apologise Joyce, Cloe, Alice and everyone who had to snap me back to Earth when my mind was wondering off by itself. 미안합니다!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read certain blogs deligently these days and seems like alot has been going on between my friends. And honestly, I am really upset by it. I don't want to put these name anonymously so I am just going to type out names. Jonny, Kea and Rainie, I have read all of your blog posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny, the post you posted was really well... you. Before anything, I really thank you for keeping me in your thoughts and sparing the time of the day to think about my emotions. Thank you really. Though, you always seem so nonchalant about everything, you always put everyone else before you. Thank you for that Jonny. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kea, from what I heard from you just the other day you seem to have some problems with her. I know you are upset and pissed off but I hope, my only hope, is that you try not to hurt her. Really Kea, you are one of the nicest guy I've ever knew and I have never seen you dislike a girl to that extend but I know you are trying your best to keep it in and I thank you for that. On a side note, Thank you for accompanying me that day. Well, since there was a thunderstorm, I was so thankful there was someone there. Even though there were awkwardness sometimes that I've never had with you before till now, I am grateful you were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainie, I don't blame you for that post. That post that you deleted. So don't read too much into it. Honey, you are my best friend so I've got to be honest with you right? If you don't like listening to me being honest, I am sorry but I am doing this because I take you as a friend. Sometimes you said people around you change, but really honey, do you know why they do so? Think back about those times where you spent practically the whole day talking about yourself. To us girls, it not that pouring out your feelings is bad but please also spare a thought for others and try to act a little more concern verbally sometimes. I cannot deny that I do get upset over you sometimes but ultimately you are my friend, my good friend at that. So I am being honest. Just like some of the things Jonny has said to you over the blog post. I honestly do agree with some. I am sorry, honey. Really sorry for being so blunt. This is the first time I've criticised anyone in my entire life. And I never knew it would be you. Though, this will also be the last time I am going to criticise you in any way. Sorry and ILY Rainie.  On a lighter note, I'm posting some pictures. ^^  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SuW-0pHxZEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4_lr30LiB-A/s320/JoyceTiff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396929540074333250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of stole the fedora from Cloe. =X&lt;br /&gt;We were at some public toilet in one of the tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SuW9PFd9hfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DvV_oTT6OOE/s1600-h/1393842627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SuW9PFd9hfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DvV_oTT6OOE/s320/1393842627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396927795336938994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and Stacy.&lt;br /&gt;I realised I have never shown  anyone Stace's picture after she had her haircut.&lt;br /&gt;I think she looks really pretty with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;And she stole my contacts! :O&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this picture is for Stacy hun.&lt;br /&gt;STACY KWON! I STILL RMB YOU, HUN~!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU TO THE CORE OF THE PLANET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SuWrCmLS79I/AAAAAAAAAII/LCyyKAJJG2s/s1600-h/1266644110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SuWrCmLS79I/AAAAAAAAAII/LCyyKAJJG2s/s320/1266644110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396907789569421266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this is my inbox yesterday and I was really touched~!&lt;br /&gt;This was sent by my super duper lovely Dance Crew!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS TOO~!&lt;br /&gt;Continue working hard until I'm back okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SuW8RaCYyqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7pv94CvxGqk/s1600-h/1907120573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SuW8RaCYyqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7pv94CvxGqk/s320/1907120573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396926735706540706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hideous picture to end the post. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I love Girls' Generation.&lt;br /&gt;( Sorry for the randomness, am watching Factory Girl. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love &amp;amp; regrets,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-6889754085119918959?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/6889754085119918959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-hard-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6889754085119918959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6889754085119918959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-hard-to-say.html' title='Words hard to say.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SuW-0pHxZEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4_lr30LiB-A/s72-c/JoyceTiff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-6591480049874160329</id><published>2009-09-26T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:41:23.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling to pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386033104581093906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Sr8IknsM6hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q2D_KgxlJls/s320/Cloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how natural I'm acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imissyoualot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, I love you. We all love you. You can't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean that it hurts any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final goodbye. I hope you're reading this, Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Cloe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-6591480049874160329?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/6591480049874160329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-to-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6591480049874160329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6591480049874160329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-to-pieces.html' title='Falling to pieces.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Sr8IknsM6hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Q2D_KgxlJls/s72-c/Cloe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-5502445514231934371</id><published>2009-09-20T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:52:05.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole 언니 is here.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole 언니 just flew to Paris a few days back and is now crashing over at Alice's house with us girls. Sorry to all that I won't be able to come online for awhile as my 언니 is really trying to tie me next to her. I mean she drags Joyce, Cloe and I to shop and everything all the time. And she seems to have somehow thought that I am not myself and is acting all weird around me. She is threatening to have Terrence 오빠 fly over to get me checked. ==" Bahh. If 오빠 was here, he'll probably kill me for clubbing. Having 언니 here is already really really really scary. Somehow, Joyce and Cloe are really enjoying her company. How weird. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay, just a short post here and I shall end this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, Ian 오빠, 난 정말 당신이 그리워!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG, I forgot to tell you guys, 언니 = Elder sister, 오빠 = Elder brother. In girls' context. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SrXfC6bYgNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Pii-nfXjD-0/s1600-h/1364045668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SrXfC6bYgNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Pii-nfXjD-0/s200/1364045668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383454170728136914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-5502445514231934371?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/5502445514231934371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/09/nicole-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/5502445514231934371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/5502445514231934371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/09/nicole-is-here.html' title='Nicole 언니 is here.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SrXfC6bYgNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Pii-nfXjD-0/s72-c/1364045668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-3488922622454096604</id><published>2009-09-09T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:16:14.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>I heard you were gone. Gone. Forever. Gone to a place i can't go to by foot. by plane. by boat. by anything. Gone. Away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you were gone and all I remember after that is " Nate's gone, Tiff. He's gone. " It replayed in my head like a spoiled tape. And then I started laughing, telling you not to play such a joke on me. Its not even April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started calling your number. Calling your family. Calling everyone who knows you. Emailing you like there's no tomorrow. Left you voice messages. Tried to leave you offline messages. Telling myself you are not gone. You can't be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to sink in, when your phone was cut off. You family had no time to pick up the phone and i kept getting voice message. When every single second I refreshed my email, I don't see your reply. Voice messages seems useless. Offline messages not replied. Then tears fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I stay in the corner of my room. Looking through our scrapbook and I see your goofy smile and thought " Nate here. He's not gone. He can't be gone. " I took the thousand stars i folded and wished for you to come back to me, and I waited and waited and nothing happened. And I smashed it to pieces. I rummaged through my wardrobe and found your shirt, and I hugged it to sleep. Telling myself tomorrow morning, I'll wake up and hear your countless voice messages telling me that you want me back by your side and reminding me to take care of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my textbooks, storybooks and notebooks that you scribbled on. Those funny pictures you drew to keep me awake in class. Those little footnotes you wrote for me to understand better. I flipped through these books and felt a pain in my chest when I realise you're never going to be able to do this for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took those countless gifts you got for me for every little thing I did well. From exams to little homeworks. From dance competitions to my first Winter Formal. And lay on the floor, crying when I remember every occasion I spent with you since grade school. And how you tucked me in to bed with the rest of the guys when I had trouble with being alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my silent protector in everyway possible. Looking over me like my big brother. Keeping me under your care and concern. Letting me off with every single thing I did to hurt you. Showering me with love and care I missed out from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I look around my room filled with your gifts, your voice messages on repeat, the broken glass that was once filled with stars and hope, the clothes I stole from your closet and I tell myself. " Nathan is not gone. He can't be. He told me he'll protect me forever. He told me he'll be with me through Prom, through my first job celebration, through seeing and approving of my future husband, through my wedding, through my first child, through my growing old. Through my whole life. You told me you'll hold my hand through think and thin. So you won't be gone. You can't be gone. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it. Nate is not gone. He's not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-3488922622454096604?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/3488922622454096604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/09/gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/3488922622454096604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/3488922622454096604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/09/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-546144458452244746</id><published>2009-08-16T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T04:48:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear stained face</title><content type='html'>Tiffany here. (:&lt;br /&gt;I guess I got to revive this blog a little. Cloe is here with us! Yay! :P &lt;br /&gt;I've got to say i miss everyone so so much! Stace, Mikey hope u havent forgotten us. ):&lt;br /&gt;Paris is great. Okay, fine. Shopping is great too. &lt;br /&gt;We've gotten a great deal of clothes. :O Cloe's picking up too!! All those eccentric things she manages to find. &lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to ask if she is missing snail racing.... hmmm... I'll ask her tonight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been staying at Alice's house these few weeks. Its convenient. Plus, it has a.... swimming pool! Wheeeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;Joyce loves it! I just know it! Weather's been great.All those bikinis we were hunting at the shopping mall the other day, great fun. There are like a few pictures i took of Alice's house when we drove in. So its probably somewhere in this post. Blogger hates me. ): I gotta use Joyce's lappie to upload them. So Joyce dear is gonna help me! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Right. We've been clubbing this few days. I just go there to drink though. Joyce too. Cloe just... dances a lot. LOL. But Joyce and I gotta keep a look out for her in case you know... :O Almost every aussie guy that comes in ( that's alot ) comes to ask for Joyce's number.(She denies it.) ==" Hehe. But she declines, like a lady. Cloe too has gotten quite a few wolf whistles. Wow. They are safe though. *don'tworryIan* cough, cough. They've got me to protect them! Mwahahah. I am manly! Wheeeeeee~! &lt;br /&gt;Joyce: Hey! Updating the blog? Hmm, let me see.. Oh. TIFFANY HAS THIS HOT TALL DARK AND HANDSOME AUSTRALIAN GUY AFTER HER. I SWEAR HE'S FUCKING CUTE. He has a cute sun burn. Heeheee. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole ( sister ), might be coming down to look for me. The thing is see, she needs a shopping break from NYCU. Gahh, smart ppl. ): Ohoh, and Terrence ( brother ) might be joining us too! How nice of him to get his butt off SoCal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, I re-read The Twilight Saga. Edward is... definitely a guy that you can't find on this planet. So, unreal. Too sweet as a guy. He has UNDYING LOVE for Bella. :O Tell me, how many guys can do that? Raise up your hand! Okay, I might want to add that he is Hawt. =X Robert Pattinson is alright looking. But i like his voice though. I like EMMETT CULLEN! Btw, i mean the fictional guy. Not the movie guy. Although he is good looking. Nono, wait. My favourite guy character,CARLISLE CULLEN. Weird I know, but I am Team Carlisle. Girl wise... Alice Cullen! Okok, i must be boring with Twilight. * Wan! Don't get angry k? *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Looking back on everything,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember his smile.&lt;br /&gt;I wish things didn't end so soon,&lt;br /&gt;And turn back time for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I still love him so.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me needs him so much,&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I won't be able to see him,&lt;br /&gt;Makes my heart cry out in pain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we won't talk anymore,&lt;br /&gt;The thought makes me wanna go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my reason for waking up,&lt;br /&gt;For the smile you see on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Going a single day without him,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel so out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid of opening up,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm afraid of the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see him one last time,&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of what he may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow will hurt,&lt;br /&gt;But the tears will fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for regrets,&lt;br /&gt;There will be a brighter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I see him one last time,&lt;br /&gt;I won't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;When he tells me that last goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I'll whisper,"I already miss you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, we'll meet soon. We promise.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SofxarnhpzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jrcQkD_7Z0A/s1600-h/Horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SofxarnhpzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jrcQkD_7Z0A/s200/Horse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370526521350006578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SofxaEIYrAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JF0HAdPt0kI/s1600-h/I+love+paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SofxaEIYrAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JF0HAdPt0kI/s200/I+love+paris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370526510750411778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SofxZd0r68I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WC8IhY8mqiY/s1600-h/Macaroon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SofxZd0r68I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WC8IhY8mqiY/s200/Macaroon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370526500467239874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the beautiful macaroons. I like the pink one, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SofxYntU1SI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cJtCOIvf2es/s1600-h/Alice%27sHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SofxYntU1SI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cJtCOIvf2es/s200/Alice%27sHouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370526485940852002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, is our residence. There's a swimming pool and all.&lt;br /&gt;I love it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&amp; a little Joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-546144458452244746?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/546144458452244746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/08/tear-stained-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/546144458452244746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/546144458452244746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/08/tear-stained-face.html' title='Tear stained face'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SofxarnhpzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jrcQkD_7Z0A/s72-c/Horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-8733550465642091423</id><published>2009-07-19T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:59:39.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love/hate you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love makes us act like we are fools.-Moulin Rouge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:default;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SmNMTK4j9rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Nvu7eZ6TD4c/s200/Myrose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360211873723840178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember the rose you gave me on Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:default;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SmNMSxjKQiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zEmX3LpLB1E/s200/Leatherjackett.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360211866923188770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember the leather jacket you lent me when I was cold?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:default;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SmNMSrLMxvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7jRYbVQr2zk/s200/Goldpurse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360211865212077810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember you bought me the gold wallet I wanted so very much?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:default;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SmNMSpMN0YI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZzNEryBJQNM/s200/Goingout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360211864679469442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember the outfit I wore for our anniversary?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All of those things might have been trivial, but there's one more thing that's important, and you seem to have forgotten it as well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember that &lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It seems the answer is no, and this is why I decided to end it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It hurts too much to even spare a second for this feeling of hurt, that the world is crashing down onto my shoulders and I can't take the weight alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alex, you're supposed to be my pillar. My saviour. My hero. But when I fell back, you weren't there to catch me. When I struggled to take the weight alone, you didn't help me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And no matter what I say about loving you, truth be told I hate you too. Because you made me feel special, and I really thought you loved me. I hate you for that, and I hate you because I still love you and I can't seem to stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiffany, Joyce, I really need to be with you girls and talk things out. I bought a ticket to France already, and I'll see you soon, and I'll look for you guys. It won't be hard to find you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've already been through the hardest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-8733550465642091423?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/8733550465642091423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-lovehate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/8733550465642091423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/8733550465642091423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-lovehate-you.html' title='I love/hate you.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SmNMTK4j9rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Nvu7eZ6TD4c/s72-c/Myrose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-8604906766542635677</id><published>2009-07-15T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:31:01.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry on back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:default;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Sl3nc0T4QpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uNfJUOg0fUM/s200/Flowerinmouth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358693613905134226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love flowers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, well, I think this blog needs to be cheered up! Tiffany, Joyce, come back soon luvs.. Agreed? Ian is out of his mind with worry! Actually, everyone is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurry on back, guys... Snail racing isn't the same without you guys calling me weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cloe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-8604906766542635677?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/8604906766542635677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurry-on-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/8604906766542635677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/8604906766542635677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurry-on-back.html' title='Hurry on back!'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/Sl3nc0T4QpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uNfJUOg0fUM/s72-c/Flowerinmouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-3095531043164317796</id><published>2009-07-10T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:00:17.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Its been sometime since I have blogged and update anyone about Joyce and my whereabouts. Just to reasure you all if you guys wanna know, we are safe. (: I don't really regret this trip. I mean Joyce and I really did gave our lives a thought and also thought about what we should do about facing everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess enough of all those sappy thingys. :P I don't wanna bring more misery to everyone with my sappy "sad" life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris is a great place. Joyce and I barely remember what has happened when we went there quite a few years back. We did what all tourists do this time. Toured in tour busses with the French speaking so fast like a bullet that we can't understand, Took photos of pratically everything, tried all the delicious food here and bought so much while shopping our hands are all filled with bags. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldGVhmS-LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QPmWm5ev6fk/s1600-h/Joyce+and+Tiff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356827617390688434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldGVhmS-LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QPmWm5ev6fk/s200/Joyce+and+Tiff2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tied up my hair~ ^ Pretty Joyce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldGVZ8ChHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/K4_PL1XXfMg/s1600-h/Joyce+and+Tiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356827615334401138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldGVZ8ChHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/K4_PL1XXfMg/s200/Joyce+and+Tiff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356825615080240322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldEg-aSNMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eDcB3GiY828/s200/Lourve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldEg1q0tpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xxGuDhvpSyA/s1600-h/Fruit+cups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356825612733691538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldEg1q0tpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xxGuDhvpSyA/s200/Fruit+cups.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Cups~ Breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldEgtPrN3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/n9KfLZ-wLXk/s1600-h/CookieIceCream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356825610472339314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldEgtPrN3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/n9KfLZ-wLXk/s200/CookieIceCream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this cookie and Ice cream thingy from a street vendor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldEgGcPD_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/f_dqaqScQAA/s1600-h/Cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356825600056037362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldEgGcPD_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/f_dqaqScQAA/s200/Cake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldEf_AxzUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HzhuWSJQ6w4/s1600-h/Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356825598061825346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldEf_AxzUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HzhuWSJQ6w4/s200/Cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldD3PAbLTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GUQAw_4qAoA/s1600-h/Banito!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356824897980673330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldD3PAbLTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GUQAw_4qAoA/s200/Banito!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banitos!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is really slow due to my connection so I sha't post so many picture. D: But I'll post more when I can~ Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No one cares. No one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even those whom I thought did care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They don't. (':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ask me how many times my heart has been broken and I will tell you to look in the sky and count the stars. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5388785661871212814-3095531043164317796?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/3095531043164317796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/3095531043164317796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/3095531043164317796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SldGVhmS-LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QPmWm5ev6fk/s72-c/Joyce+and+Tiff2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-8782427831283955035</id><published>2009-07-02T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:40:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To RMK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may your relationahip with her go smoothly. (:&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;We've always celebrated our birthday together, but this year we can't but I do hope that on this happy day you will celebrate it with a special person like her and be happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Brian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I haven't known you for very long. I am thankful for knowing you. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being there.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you all the best for everything.&lt;br /&gt;ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-8782427831283955035?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/8782427831283955035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/8782427831283955035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/8782427831283955035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-6276484630169043051</id><published>2009-07-01T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:16:15.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Getaway</title><content type='html'>Sorry to all who have tried to call and contact Joyce and I but to no avail. We just need some time alone to think through our lives and what we have been doing and what we should do from here on. Currently, we are in Paris and have settled down in a hotel. Please do not worry, we will be fine. Trust us to stay safe even though we are girls. We will stay safe so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not sure if we will be staying in Paris for long as all the guys are here. We might shift somewhere else. Its not confirmed though. Sorry. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Nicole Big Sis&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am very sorry. Extremely sorry to make you help me sign the form for me to leave school without letting mother and father know. Thank you for helping me uncondtionaly and not questioning any further to trust me to take care of myself. ILY Nicole Kim Yuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Jessica little Sis&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Honey i am very sorry for not telling you where I am to go and also making you worry for me. Girl, just know and trust your Fany sissy in taking care of herself alrights. You take care too alright? ILY Jessica Kim Yuki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;To&lt;strong&gt; Terrence older bro&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am sorry to have caused you to be worried about me when you heard from Jess sissy that I am out from school for awhile. I am sorry for making you promise not tell mother and father about this. But thank you as well for always believing that I can take care of myelf. ILY Terrence Kim JunHo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;To&lt;strong&gt; Stacy&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love, i am so extremely sorry for leaving without a word. Leaving you worried as you are. I am sorry. You have always been to " Omma " ( mother ) of us girls but I will have to take care of myself some time in the future right? I will behave myself and also will take care. ILY Stacy Kwon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Cloe&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Honey, don't lose your laugter because of my departure, but keep smiling to await my return alright? You have always told me to live for myself some times and I will for this trip away from you girls. But do know that Joyce and I love you girls alot. ILY Cloe Ahn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Mikey&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Girl, Don't think of it as i am leaving forever. I have heard those countless voice msges with you crying to ask where I am. I heard them. But love, I wanna hear your laughter again. I will be back with you girls again. However, i just need time to think through things alright. ILY Danielle Mikey James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Ian&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sorry for having you so worried about our disappearence. I am sorry. So very sorry. I am. I will take care of Joyce for you. Its the least I can do. Do take care of yourself too alright? Remember the promise I ask you for? I will be there when you need me. So please just forgive me this once. I really need to take a break. Sorry and ILY Ian Couture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Nathan&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nate, I am sorry. Through the countless times i have said sorry and you forgiving me, I really don't wish for you forgiving me again. But I am sorry to have left without telling you. I have always lived under the protection of you, rmk, Jonny, Ian and everyone else. So I have to take care of myself for once. ILY Nathan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;RMK&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sorry. I don't know if you still do care. But sincerely I am sorry. For every single thing I have done to come inbetween you and her. ILY RMK. ( Rainie, don't take it wrong alright? Its as a friend :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Brian&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;I am sorry to not have told you anything about me leaving. I am sorry. Very. But I know you will understand. Won't you? I will come online when I feel like I can start facing everyone else. I am sorry. Very very sorry. ILY Brian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Rainie&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't worry about me. I am fine. (: Take care. And again, I have to say sorry for not telling you about me leaving despite the promise. I just don't have to courage to face you and him. I am sorry. ILY Rainie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Erik&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sorry for not answering those calls you have made. I am sorry Erik. I really am. I am causing you too must trouble and worry than you should have. I need to get myself back and not cause you more problems than you already have. Trust me for I will return back and meet you by the lake. ILY Erik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Yiting, Kim, Wan, Meow and all&lt;/strong&gt; who have been trying to call me. I am sorry for not accpeting these calls. But I do miss you all and love you guys too. ILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't care anymore, do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you are happy, I am too. ILY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-6276484630169043051?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/6276484630169043051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/paris-getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6276484630169043051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6276484630169043051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/07/paris-getaway.html' title='Paris Getaway'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-8196027423454208975</id><published>2009-06-29T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:46:24.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.I.A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Fany needs to clear her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bye all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-8196027423454208975?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-4416740946999229148</id><published>2009-06-28T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:40:04.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkdXhUM7KnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ljBtNte7WdA/s1600-h/sad_girl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352342912023341682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkdXhUM7KnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ljBtNte7WdA/s200/sad_girl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catch me when i fall&lt;/strong&gt; - Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;That when the lights are off some thing's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like people care,&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're always around me.&lt;br /&gt;But when the day is done and everybody runs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the one to save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the one who's there&lt;br /&gt;And not ashamed to see me crawl&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the show is over&lt;br /&gt;And it's empty everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to face going back alone&lt;br /&gt;So I walk around the city&lt;br /&gt;Anything, anything to clear my head&lt;br /&gt;I've got nowhere to go nowhere but home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the one to save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the one who's there&lt;br /&gt;And not ashamed to see me crawl&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem I have everything&lt;br /&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;br /&gt;When the ride that you've been on&lt;br /&gt;That you're coming off&lt;br /&gt;Leaves you feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody out there&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody see&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes lonelinessis just a part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the one to save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the one who's there&lt;br /&gt;And not ashamed to see me crawl&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;And not ashamed to see me crawl&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ &lt;/p&gt;Looking back. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I keep looking back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my world was and will only be complete with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did I realise this late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why didn't I treasure you when you were here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted us to become forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Forever does not exist anymore, does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those times we had together without anyone else, Just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No more "Just us" right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days we stare at the stars together for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stars? I hate them cause I am looking at the same ones as you, but without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days where my mornings are always filled with trying to wake you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No more waking you up, no? I wake up, staring at the ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nights where I dragged you , drunk, back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't have to rights to anymore right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days you were my only shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have no one to lean onto anymore. I struggle to stand straight, by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days where you piggy-backed me when i simply felt tired walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piggy-backs? No more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nights you stayed up late just to help me with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do everything alone now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nights where you tucked me to bed and stayed with me until I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get myself onto the bed and cry myself to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Those days, where you still cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You care for her now. And thats great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkdWnfcdkVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZNdzFSdGhfE/s1600-h/1907133260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352341918608888146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkdWnfcdkVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZNdzFSdGhfE/s200/1907133260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;When I see you smile and know that it is not for me, that is when I will miss you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-4416740946999229148?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/4416740946999229148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-see-you-smile-and-know-that-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/4416740946999229148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/4416740946999229148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-see-you-smile-and-know-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkdXhUM7KnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ljBtNte7WdA/s72-c/sad_girl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-2581089762837263356</id><published>2009-06-24T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:26:26.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you"</title><content type='html'>Tiffany here. Its been sometime since I blogged &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ehh&lt;/span&gt;? Seems like Stace, Mikey and Cloe are keeping the blog alive. (: I wonder if people read my posts. But well, I just want to pen down things that have happened and my thoughts. I've been busy these days. But I am enjoying this busy feeling. Not enough time to use for thinking all those stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, did i tell you guys I am blogging with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lappie&lt;/span&gt; next to the lake. How I love this place. Almost no one ever comes here. And that's great at that. I like practicing Ballet here. (: Every time I want to shout out load about how I am great and happy, words just remind stuck. I'll try, one day, i will stand proud shouting and telling the world I am happy. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Erik made things turn weird. And all the guys left. But he still sticks by me no matter what. Its nice of him. But its difficult to accept his feelings. I just cant. He is a nice guy. He can find a nicer girl. Brian too. He is a nice guy. He can find a nicer girl. Shawn too. Nate too. All nice people. Always so ready to give in to me. Always being there. Thank you guys. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ILY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he, already has a nice girl. (':&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, Erik. I really am. I'll try to forget him. No, I WILL forget him. But whether I can accept another? I cant be sure. I am sorry Shawn. I am sorry Nathan. I am sorry Brian. I am sorry everyone. I am sorry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rainie&lt;/span&gt;. I am sorry. Very, very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am gonna be happy. But this is tiring. Very. But its fine. Its for the sake of the two of them. (: If they are happy together, I am happy. Lets post some happy things. I love the little children I am looking after. They are super cute! I want children like that if I ever have children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkIkvbtTjTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y6eybC9Rjmg/s1600-h/korean+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350879704579804466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkIkvbtTjTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y6eybC9Rjmg/s320/korean+girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EunMi&lt;/span&gt;. Coincidentally she is my mother's friend's daughter! And she is under my care. She's a really sweet girl. She saw me cry the other day. * how embarrassing * And she came up to me and offered to "teach the person that made me cry a lesson ". &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously i told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eunmi&lt;/span&gt; I am fine and that sometimes in certain situations, leaving it to be might be a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350874418570658722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkIf7vyhA6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/JyUTICPbViQ/s320/Adriel+on+horseback.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adriel&lt;/span&gt;. I took this picture this morning when i brought him to the stables for his horse riding class. He was so reluctant this morning! But after he finished that class he told me " Big sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt;!! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wamma&lt;/span&gt; ( he cant say wanna :O ) ride the horse &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tomowwow&lt;/span&gt; ( he cant saw tomorrow too. :O ). " He's such a cutie pie. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Every morning when I go find his to bring him to class he always goes " Big sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Imma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gib&lt;/span&gt; ya a pink candy! ". Sweet ain't he? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there is no other way I can contact you so I hope you still read this blog. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rmk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eunmi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adriel&lt;/span&gt; are looking for you. They told me to tell you they miss their " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pappi&lt;/span&gt; ". Do call them. They miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to thank my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; who never fail to stand up for me.&lt;br /&gt;Mikey, Cloe, Stacy, Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Thank you Stace for looking after me even though i am supposed to be the oldest.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Stace for always being there when I need help with anything.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Stace for being like the other me ever since we were babies.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Stace for keeping a clear head no matter what we are about to face.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Stace, for being who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you Mikey for the hug every morning to reassure me I still am here with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mikey for those movie trips you always make us go to, to make me not think so much.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mikey for those motivating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;msges&lt;/span&gt; you sent to me before every class.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mikey for always trying to drag me out of my room to go out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mikey, for being who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Thank you Cloe for always being the energy bunny amongst us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cloe for always asking me out to watch your games.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cloe for those little gifts, be it a smiley sticker to new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cloe for asking out to race snails and laughing our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cloe, for being who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you Joyce for the long distance calls to make sure I am alright.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Joyce for always counting me in to anything you've planned.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Joyce for always giving me words of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;affirmation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Joyce for those spa sessions where we could talk about anything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Joyce, for being who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And definitely I have to thank Ian, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jonny&lt;/span&gt;, Bobbi, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mitsu&lt;/span&gt;, Shawn, Nate, Brian, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yiting&lt;/span&gt;, Kim, Meow, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rainie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ian, nothing needs to be said between us right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I have got your back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here no matter what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are tired you know Tiffany will always let you put down that mask and let out out feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read your blog Ian. You are just like a older brother to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please, promise me you let me be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;I wont ask you to promise to cheer up, promise to be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I need is a promise to let me be there for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ILY&lt;/span&gt; Ian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can I just keep you in the corner of my heart and tell everyone you are gone from my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can I put on this smile and walk forward with everyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can I still accept another to replace what you are to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can I still be who I was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking at those pretty little gifts you bought;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking at the pink bedspread that you said you hated but have always lied on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking at the childhood pictures that were filled to the brim with memories;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking at the window you always climbed out from;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking at the little straw hearts you gave me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I did well for something, ever since I was 5;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking at my first ballet flats that you bought for me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Looking at the past and not moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkIddlYEiWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dC7WQ4Gej9o/s1600-h/1364124253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350871701356054882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkIddlYEiWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dC7WQ4Gej9o/s200/1364124253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkIddlYEiWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dC7WQ4Gej9o/s1600-h/1364124253.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; realize how much you care for someone until they stop caring for you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-2581089762837263356?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/2581089762837263356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-stars-because-i-look-at-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/2581089762837263356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/2581089762837263356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-stars-because-i-look-at-same.html' title='&quot;I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you&quot;'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SkIkvbtTjTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/y6eybC9Rjmg/s72-c/korean+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-7149668005600284002</id><published>2009-06-21T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:35:56.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days filled with laughter are No More.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Stacy here. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Exams have ended awhile ago. Isn't that great? (:&lt;br /&gt;And dreadfully our results were released. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We scored fairly well. OBVIOUSLY. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Before I start rambling on about how I am starting to hate some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;, I should totally tell you guys our results. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, Yes i am. No matter how much you are gonna stop me, CLOE. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stacy Results &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( Its pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English : &lt;strong&gt;80/100&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gahh&lt;/span&gt;! D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus: &lt;strong&gt;68/100  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its considered good in my books! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: &lt;strong&gt;81/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: &lt;strong&gt;70/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: &lt;strong&gt;78/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: &lt;strong&gt;71/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean: &lt;strong&gt;84/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish: &lt;strong&gt;52/100&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyt&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Literature: &lt;strong&gt;49/100 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shyt&lt;/span&gt; x2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: &lt;strong&gt;75/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environmental Systems: &lt;strong&gt;90/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performing Arts: &lt;strong&gt;Grade A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Ed: &lt;strong&gt;Grade C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra curriculum ( Cello, Drumming, Piano, Violin ): &lt;strong&gt;Grade A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiffany's Results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;English: &lt;strong&gt;82/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Calculus: &lt;strong&gt;69/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: &lt;strong&gt;79/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: &lt;strong&gt;76/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: &lt;strong&gt;73/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: &lt;strong&gt;70/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean: &lt;strong&gt;90/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French: &lt;strong&gt;53/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Literature: &lt;strong&gt;72/100&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tiff says " Thank you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: &lt;strong&gt;86/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business &amp;amp; Management: &lt;strong&gt;78/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Grade B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Ed: &lt;strong&gt;Grade B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Curriculum ( Ballet, Hip hop + Street Jazz, Choir ): &lt;strong&gt;Grade A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cloe's Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;English: &lt;strong&gt;87/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Calculus: &lt;strong&gt;63/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: &lt;strong&gt;76/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: &lt;strong&gt;73/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics:&lt;strong&gt; 71/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: &lt;strong&gt;52/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean: &lt;strong&gt;77/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German: &lt;strong&gt;80/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Literature: &lt;strong&gt;48/100&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cloe says " Well, no one was &lt;em&gt;teaching me! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography: &lt;strong&gt;68/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environmental Systems: &lt;strong&gt;72/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Art: &lt;strong&gt;Grade B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Ed: &lt;strong&gt;Grade A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Curriculum ( Soccer, Hockey, Horse Riding, Ice Skating ): &lt;strong&gt;Grade A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mikey's Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;English: &lt;strong&gt;71/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus: &lt;strong&gt;79/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: &lt;strong&gt;68/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: &lt;strong&gt;80/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: &lt;strong&gt;71/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean: &lt;strong&gt;57/100&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mikey says " Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt;, Stace, Cloe for the late night tutoring! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French: &lt;strong&gt;91/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Literature: &lt;strong&gt;77/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography: &lt;strong&gt;69/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics: &lt;strong&gt;66/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;Grade B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Ed: &lt;strong&gt;Grade B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Curriculum ( Baseball, Hockey, Soccer, Martial Arts ) : &lt;strong&gt;Grade A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So these are our results. Its alright. My parents are happy about it. Well, THEY BETTER BE. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;! I studied alright. So did the girls. Seeing our test papers reminds me how we took our exams with the guys and also studied together with them. Brings back memories. How our late night sessions always ends with only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rmk&lt;/span&gt; studying French Lit together. With the rest of us knocked out and sleeping with books on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I passed Spanish. :O No Kidding yo. I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lyke&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMGAHH&lt;/span&gt;. " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;! And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt; passed French Lit. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; must feel really proud of her huh. Cloe passed Chinese! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; like a MIRACLE yo. And we are most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MOSTMOSTMOST&lt;/span&gt; proud of Mikey! She passed..... KOREAN! * dancing around and around with the girls *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of exams. Brings the mood down. ): Wells, I tell ya I am very worried about the girls yo. I am always like " Mummy " out of the 4 girls. And the never ending worries is just part of me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt; is just being overly happy and hyper. She crams more classes. more extra curriculum. more dance practices. She even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;volunteered&lt;/span&gt; to teach the little kids at the Junior Campus. She is just in denial just like what Mikey says. Trying to tire herself so she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; think about things. Though it seems like its not working very well. And why so I say so? She is always crying when she is alone. In front of Mikey, Cloe and I, She tries to put on that smile for us. Not gonna work &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FanyLove&lt;/span&gt;. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Mikey and Cloe, I am just worried they burst and do something in protection of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt;. I don't blame them for wanting to do or say certain things to certain people, cause I want to too. But this is just not rational. Henceforth not a good thing to do. Mikey, Cloe and I share the same thoughts about the same people. We want to just scream straight at some people's face and tell them to stop trying to act &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt; and not thinking of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fany's&lt;/span&gt; feelings. All they knows, is how the world revolves around them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Insensitive&lt;/span&gt; much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jesus, Nevermind. I am gonna channel my stress to doing YOGA. Going to find the girls now to do Yoga. Mikey is extremely inacceptive of Yoga. ): I am gonna make them Yoga with me! Hmph. YOGA IS ♥. My new HOBBY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I dont want to continue ranting. So, Annyeonghygasaeyo. BaiBai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the love as large as an elephant,&lt;br /&gt;Stacy♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-7149668005600284002?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/7149668005600284002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/days-filled-with-laughter-are-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/7149668005600284002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/7149668005600284002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/days-filled-with-laughter-are-no-more.html' title='Days filled with laughter are No More.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-2572693817412006158</id><published>2009-06-18T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T03:02:16.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjour outside people. First time blogging on Tiffany's blogger but it is ours now ^_^ If you people do not know who this is, I will stab you to death =D I really hate school nowadays because there is so much going on and I cannot concentrate one bit. I kind of dread going online too because I do not want to see certain people as their attitudes really makes me really angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Tiffany has more smiles these days ^_^! BUT! Those smiles do not seem genuine )= I am guessing that she is slipping into a very important stage of love called "Denial". =O! Stace, Cloe and I are really worried about her and it is all "their" fault. I wished that the both of them never met her, they have caused so much heart ache for Tiffie. Damn you =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brightest note, Jonny's going to get a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOTHES&lt;/span&gt; for the four of us! ^_^ And I shall depict their reactions towards Jonny's "kindness".&lt;br /&gt;ME: I never knew Jonny was so nice! =O *Size 2*&lt;br /&gt;CLOE: HO MY GOSH HO MY GOSH! *Squeals and rolls around* Size 2 please! :D&lt;br /&gt;STACE: Wow, thank you so much, Jon. *Grins* Size 2 too.&lt;br /&gt;TIFFY: *Nods and smiles* Tell Jonny that I said thank you. *Size 2*&lt;br /&gt;And I told Jonny the sizes, even Tiffany's ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I am also getting Jonny's Avenged Sevenfold teeshirt! =O! Merci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; classes today and he acted like nothing has happened. Also, I feel that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; is being way too nice towards Tiffany and making the other person look like an unconcerned freak. On the other hand, Slimey's being really weird, maybe he's pregnant =O! Damn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SjoKhidF_oI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FhUNSKkTxdA/s1600-h/jefferick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SjoKhidF_oI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FhUNSKkTxdA/s200/jefferick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348599078756679298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay close attention to his tummy! =O He also has menopause! =O! I think he is probably just depressed about this situation. What a sweet guy. *Barfs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SjoBLPOwDQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XRVXQHPScxQ/s1600-h/30572162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SjoBLPOwDQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XRVXQHPScxQ/s200/30572162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348588800034475266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cloe:&lt;br /&gt;Hey you mad, mad girl.&lt;br /&gt;We shall stick together no matter what happens from here! =D!&lt;br /&gt;Let's catch snails and slugs together and race them.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we can put them into Slimey's clothes ^_^!&lt;br /&gt;I love you tons my hyper bunny! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Stace:&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, indescribable-stoic-yet-hyper-girl *-*&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so rational throughout this entire situation!&lt;br /&gt;What will we do without you? Huh huh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;You are like the tree trunk in winter.&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you, our personal tree trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tiffy:&lt;br /&gt;HELLO our lovely Tiffany, please do smile more. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;And the 4 of us, including that Slimey will cheer you up =O&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old you, sweetheart =O!&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to get it back! =D Okay, Tiffy? Okay, good.&lt;br /&gt;So Tiffany, do not let them get to you.&lt;br /&gt;You have not caused any harm, do not worry.&lt;br /&gt;Stop making yourself the villain in this "fairytale" when in actual facts, they are the ones.&lt;br /&gt;I love you tons, a'ights? =D! I am always here for you. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, please do not try to be the knight in shining armour for Tiffany when you are just a worm wrapped in... Ehm, tissue paper. Yeah, that is correct. ^_^ Leave her alone, merci beaucoup. Au Revoir outside people! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-2572693817412006158?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/2572693817412006158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/bonjour-outside-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/2572693817412006158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/2572693817412006158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/bonjour-outside-people.html' title=''/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/SjoKhidF_oI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FhUNSKkTxdA/s72-c/jefferick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-268039327475670856</id><published>2009-06-07T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:16:53.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up the pieces left of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Memories replaying in my mind like a black and white movie;&lt;br /&gt;Sentences replaying in my mind like an old broken record;&lt;br /&gt;Every photo, every letter reminds me of days back then;&lt;br /&gt;Every old voice message, every old message saved on my phone reminds me of your presence; Every step I take reminds me of the long walks we've taken;&lt;br /&gt;Every old piece of paper you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scribbled&lt;/span&gt; on reminds me of countless days you stayed up for me, helping me with work.&lt;br /&gt;Every song you played for me, every song you sang for me is my lullaby;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You always let me tease you, poke fun at you and never once did you get mad at me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You always protected me from any kind of harm;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When I scraped my knee or hurt myself, you would come and nurse me and console me, stopping my tears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When people ganged up against me, you would stand in front of me like my shield;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Always when I cried, you were always there by my side, wiping my tears away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never once did you not forgive me, never once did you tell my secrets;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laying down on my bed night after night, I just can't sleep. Anyone, help? Memories of my childhood days with my closest friends haunting me. Those days in Switzerland where I met Mikey, Shawn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rmk&lt;/span&gt;, Nate. Memories flooding back to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder if anyone remembers back when I was only 5, we were once brought for a family farm stay at Perth. You and I woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;especially early and took a walk together at the farm. I being the naughty little girl when I was young ran around and accidently broke an egg that the Hen just 'gave birth' to. Becoming flustered, I cried and ran to you. You looked at me and told me, " Its okay, tiff. I'm here ". You took the blame when we were asked with me hiding behind you the entire time. This may sound childish to you readers, but back than when I was 5... it meant alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;And then, I thought, you were like my hero then. The pillar I leaned on. Everytime I got scolded, everytime I got into trouble, everytime I got bullied for the weirdest reasons like being asia, you were always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Everytime I wanted something, needed company, needed help with anything from homework to persuading my parents to let me out, you were always there. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, always is impossible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Then I thought how stupid I have been to ignore your feelings. How stupid I was to let you slip through my fingers. I was the one that had the choice, but blinded by all I had, I chose the other. Hence, I have no rights whatsoever to decide anymore. I gave up my chance. Its my fault. No one elses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;No one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Torned apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1364124252-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1364124252-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiffany &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-268039327475670856?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/268039327475670856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/picking-up-pieces-left-of-me_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/268039327475670856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/268039327475670856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/picking-up-pieces-left-of-me_07.html' title='Picking up the pieces left of me.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-1825069680247521238</id><published>2009-06-04T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:53:37.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiffany here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to break the news now. Stacy, Mikey, Cloe and I are staying in Switzerland. I am very sorry towards the people who i broke my promise to. But i believe that staying here is for the better. Sorry. But i will still be able to contact you guys, no? There's always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the four of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;switced&lt;/span&gt; rooms from the temporary one to the permanent one. It is much bigger I suppose. We have a common room, Kitchen, four rooms. Stace and I are sharing one bathroom ad Mikey and Cloe another. Since its newly decorated, I shall post pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiffany's Room ( a.k.a mine )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img70l-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img70l-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img75l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img75l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study Table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img73l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img73l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mini Lounge in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacy's Room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img83l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img83l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacy's Bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img9m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img9m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's study Table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img54m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy's Mini Lounge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey's Room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img3l-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img3l-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikey's Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img77l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img77l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikey's Study table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img37m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img37m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey's mini lounge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cloe's Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img43l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img43l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cloe's bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img92m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img92m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloe's study table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img10m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img10m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cloe's mini lounge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our common room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img39l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/img39l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do u find them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every where I turn, I see your face;&lt;br /&gt;Every person I talk to, I hear your voice;&lt;br /&gt;Every person I bump into, I can feel your touch.&lt;br /&gt;Your soft features with an angelic smirk on your perfect lips;&lt;br /&gt;Your gentle yet firm voice telling me that everything’s gonna be all right;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving hands supporting me everytime things go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I turn, you are not there;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I respond, you are not the one I am talking to.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I embrace some body, I miss you so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever your name is being mentioned;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times I spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;The good and bad times;&lt;br /&gt;The times I hit you and scream at you to unleash my anger;&lt;br /&gt;you still embraced me lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;The times when I walked away from you, you looked everywhere for me.&lt;br /&gt;The times I cried, you were there;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering loving sentences to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;The times when you go to ridiculous boundaries just to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have went against your limits countless of times;&lt;br /&gt;By teasing you or making you angry;&lt;br /&gt;You always had a smile for me to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;Your bright eyes, smittening smile and contagious laugh haunts me every second.&lt;br /&gt;Your unique sense of humor lingers in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you confuses my emotions;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether I should cry or smile;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the hurtful things I have done to you;&lt;br /&gt;And the silly things you have done for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;; But, Loving you is a deadly sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiffany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-1825069680247521238?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/1825069680247521238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiffany-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/1825069680247521238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/1825069680247521238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiffany-here.html' title=''/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-6306792935429760180</id><published>2009-05-23T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:50:43.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Breaking Truth</title><content type='html'>Tiffany here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But no, Its wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am not&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;suppose to miss you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tired. I feel like ending everything will be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is telling me something. But my head is telling me another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What my heart is telling me will hurt everyone. If i am to follow, i will be hurting people i don't want to hurt. What my head tells me will make everyone relieved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am to chose what my head tells me. But what I am following is tearing me apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its okay. Its only me. Don't bother. And to all of you reading don't even try to talk me out. I am sorry but I am doing what's right. Am I not? I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God. I shouted at someone yesterday. In my life I have never shouted at anyone before. I shouted at him. I shouldn't have. But I did. I have a gift for hurting people. I should keep myself away from those I am hurting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was talking to Erik these days, he seems to see through everything. And he Knows everyting thats happening in my life now. I can't hide it from him. I just can't. Thank you Erik for listening to me and looking at me pour out my tears and rant. Thank you and Sorry. You could have spent those days doing other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samantha and CO ( Passerby ), you guys should be happy now right? Don't worry. I'll keep up with the keeping distance with Kea, Shawn, Nate and Erik. I will. I saw what you guys did. And Yes, you got what u wanted. I'll leave soon anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am offered something from the school board today. I heard Erik initiated it. Only the school board, Erik and I know about it. Its a good offer. I can aviod everyone then right? I can stop hurting people then right? Yeah. I'll consider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've hurt you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RMK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SKJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BYLM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NCAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am sorry. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1907126182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1907126182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its hard to pretend you love someone when you don't but its harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-6306792935429760180?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/6306792935429760180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-breaking-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6306792935429760180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6306792935429760180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-breaking-truth.html' title='Heart Breaking Truth'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-6648630670328890557</id><published>2009-05-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:55:02.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not supposed to feel like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/ShAlmm3qerI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qHJHAcQsG7U/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336806903633312434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/ShAlmm3qerI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qHJHAcQsG7U/s200/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been updating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, no? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday, I wondered into the woods. Walking alone helps i guess. Walking around I realise everyone, meaning the animals, had company. Wondered if they were laughing down at me being alone. Well, sometimes in life you just have to walk alone no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting more messed up as i emerge myself into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mood swings&lt;/span&gt;. I am sorry guys if I take out my anger on anyone of you. I am sorry, really. Messed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt;. Rare to most people but " messed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt; " lived inside me since Grade 2. And yeah, i guess i am not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that these days I run away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Whenever I am with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kea&lt;/span&gt;, Shawn or Nate, I run away. From what? I don't know. I am just running away. Deep in my heart, its telling me its denial. Then I think. "Denial?" Of what? .... I don't know. Another habit of mine these days is saying " I am okay / Don't worry. / I'll be fine. " Ohh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to the lake. God. I never realised how breathtaking the lake can be. Le Rosey was my Alma Mater but I never really took notice of all the lovely things here. As i was sitting by the lake, I looked into the water and thought to myself, how nice it would be to just be in there. Deep down. Ohh no, the damsel in distress Fany is back. Not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who i saw at by the Lake? Erik. Yes, Erik Kevin Night. The trainee teacher. And also the youngest teacher on campus. Only 17. The hot topic this week of the school, Erik Kevin Night. He saw me and called me to sit by him and asked whats wrong. I looked at him with a suprised face and asked him what does he mean by "whats wrong?". He said he knew something was up when he saw my face. I stared and him wondering, How did he tell?! Well, even Kea, Shawn, Brian, Stacy, Mikey and Cloe took sometime to regsiter the fact that something was up. But Erik Kevin Night just looked at me and could tell something was wrong? Unbelievable. I told him nothing was wrong and we just continued sitting there in silence. Not awkward silence. It was comfortable silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat there until Kea and Shawn made me come back. Left unwillingly with one last glance at Erik seeing that he was asleep i left my cardigan with him. And NO. I do not like Erik that way. He is a teacher. I only thought that maybe I've found someone that can just read me like a book. I feel strangely at ease with this teacher. God. It sounds like a drama. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to sleep these days. Every night, crying myself to sleep i repeat to myself " I can't, I shan't and I won't." This feeling is wrong. Someone, anyone put me to sleep forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1907133249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1907133249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"What happens when he's your prince charming, but you're not his cinderella?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Love, Fany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-6648630670328890557?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/6648630670328890557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-not-supposed-to-feel-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6648630670328890557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/6648630670328890557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-not-supposed-to-feel-like-that.html' title='I am not supposed to feel like that.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rnyRrX2bIcs/ShAlmm3qerI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qHJHAcQsG7U/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388785661871212814.post-155270437054069472</id><published>2009-05-15T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:34:02.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complications of the heart.</title><content type='html'>Tiffany here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Complicated. Never thought I would say that. But yes, Life is complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying I am not blessed to have people to care for me. But, I don't want to hurt people.&lt;br /&gt;All the friends I have around me are just like family. I don't want to hurt people.&lt;br /&gt;As selfish as I may seem, I ultimately just don't want to have an ending whereby anyone is hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I have been very selfish, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting people seem to be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;speciality&lt;/span&gt;. I hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kea&lt;/span&gt;, Jared, Brian, Shawn. Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I am so sinful, no? All my fault. God, now i sound like a damsel in distress.&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with me these days? Stacy, Mikey and Cloe are all worried that I'll be captured by Shawn again. I don't know how to reply Shawn and Brian. And Kea.... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just ain't going smoothly for me. Neither is it for anyone right? Shall not rant on and on about my problems. There are much greater things people go through right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Just maybe, i should do the disappearing trick I did years ago. It might work. Just Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I have completed a few papers. English down. Calculas Down. Chinese Down. World History Down. And another week to go! :D Praying for the French Lit paper to be easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;아프다고 말하면 정말 아플 것&lt;br /&gt;같아서슬프다고 말하면 눈물이 날 것&lt;br /&gt;같아서그냥 웃지 그냥 웃지 그냥&lt;br /&gt;웃지그런데 사람들이 왜 우냐고 물어&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1731175323-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1731175323-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe, Just maybe, if i disappeared, Everyone will be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whats this mixed feeling inside me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nono, I can't, I shan't and I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" If Life is a box of chocolates, God must have gave me only dark ones. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, Fany.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-155270437054069472?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/155270437054069472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiffany-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/155270437054069472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/155270437054069472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiffany-here.html' title='Complications of the heart.'/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-1048904688757190475</id><published>2009-04-25T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T05:22:32.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tiffany here(: Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys aren't bored by my updates. Stacy would love to update too but her Cello exam is coming soon. :( Let's wish her all the best. I just came back from NYC and I enjoyed my stay there nevertheless. By the way, I went to &lt;strong&gt;New York City,&lt;/strong&gt; which is in New York State. I just ha to clarify this as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of people are like " NYC is really big! " But in actual fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is big. Anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dayum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kea's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; word ), didn't have enough time for shopping. Sadly. Sigh. Why doesn't Singapore have anything close to Juicy Couture? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, enough with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;rantings. Saw Nicole ( Older sister ) and at the airport i was like " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! NICOLE KIM! I MISSED YOU LIKE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ZSDJFLSKJSKDPDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! " And Nicole said this in loud whisper " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shuttup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! You're really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;! ", while pulling me for a hug. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt; yo! =X &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My days in New York was mostly filled with finding all those &lt;em&gt;delicious food &lt;/em&gt;that i missed so much. Well, i love the food here in Singapore but well, there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of bistros in New York that you just can't find in Singapore. I can name some that are &lt;strong&gt;must-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;trys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Di Fara, Aureole, Russ &amp;amp; Daughte&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;rs, Aquavit and Del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Posto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. These are my all time favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yesyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;glutton&lt;/span&gt;. There is something that i absolutely cannot find in Singapore. And that something is &lt;em&gt;knishes.&lt;/em&gt; Well i manage to get some at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yonah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Schimmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Knishery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;after super long! (: I am a happy kid. And no kidding, these places are a must-go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;alrights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did do a little shopping. A little. :( I mean, i am a girl after all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Did manage to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; some stuffs. I was wishing i had more time back there. Sigh. I could have done endless shopping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mwahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;allowed to shop in NYC alone with Nicole. Well fine, Thanks to Nicole too for her amazing ability to convince my parents. =P I really did enjoy myself over there. At least I could let down my hair and not be the perfect girl that i am not in the first place. Lesson stress, Friendship problems and most importantly &lt;em&gt;Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/russ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/difara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/aquavit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/delposto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/Knish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/nyc_2393_blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/300_12195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/Nyct.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the one of the right. Stace is the one on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1237704769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1237704781.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was at Nicole's apartment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna end my whole " I went to New York " essay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Dayum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was looking for my Camera memory card the whole day. And i found it at the bottom of Stacy's Luggage. =X Being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;kultz&lt;/span&gt; for the whole day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i came back from New York, Cloe came to pick me up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Supprised&lt;/span&gt; to see Mikey all decked in Black. Black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt; Scarf, black WM Turtle Neck, Black A&amp;amp;F Straight Cut Jeans (mine) and black converse. Her face was like -&gt; O_O And she was like " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Mikeyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;! What happened?! " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Rofl&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God me and Stace wasn't in the mood for decking in all black. If not we will all suffer the screams of Miss Cloe. Fact: Cloe being Ms Sunshine hates black. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Hahas&lt;/span&gt;. And i went " Cloe, you are lucky Mikey didn't put on her black contacts. " Earning yet another scream for Cloe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Dayum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, i am gonna post a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; conversation with a certain someone. Because even though i am hurt, it the truth. I have to face it, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      TIFFANY             Love, Peace and Ice Cream. said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     TIFFANY             Love, Peace and Ice Cream. said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You said you wanted to talk to me after school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     TIFFANY             Love, Peace and Ice Cream. said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry i had to rush off to the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ShawnIsTheOne&lt;/span&gt;              Girls that are ugly don't deserve attention said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sup! Saw my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ShawnIsTheOne&lt;/span&gt;              Girls that are ugly don't deserve attention said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its specially for you. Touched?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      TIFFANY             Love, Peace and Ice Cream. said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shawn. You've said i was ugly since grade school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      TIFFANY             Love, Peace and Ice Cream. said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't have to repeat actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      TIFFANY             Love, Peace and Ice Cream. said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes. I know I am ugly. I know that when I confessed to you 5 years ago. I made a horrible choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ShawnIsTheOne&lt;/span&gt;              Girls that are ugly don't deserve attention said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At last, you understand? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. So what if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Kea&lt;/span&gt; and Nathan is here? I still have my ways to make life suck for you. Stupid girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      TIFFANY             Love, Peace and Ice Cream. said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do what you want Shawn. Just to be clear, 3 of my subject scores add up to 12 of yours. So stop saying i am stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, fine. I am ugly. I know. But whats this whole thing about me being stupid. I am not stupid. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To Brian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey, I wish you all the best in getting back your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You should know that the ones you hurt are my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I really hope you can gain their trust back. I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To Kim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dear, i don't wanna say this but listen to Yiting okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You know what i mean right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't apologize to anyone. Think trough what she've said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its for the better, Kim. It really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To Rainie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey Girl, we'll miss you when we leave Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But there are still many other means of contact right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; No worries ok. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! How could i have forget this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To RMK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ZOMG, KEA!! I LOVE YOU MANIMANI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The desserts and macaroons you prepared were delicious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And thank you soooooooo much for the LG Lollipop and Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch dress. How did you know my size? O_O Rofl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/Fanyjess1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;FanyFany Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/300_12195.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/nyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/300_12195.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388785661871212814-1048904688757190475?l=little--missgossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/feeds/1048904688757190475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiffany-here-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/1048904688757190475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388785661871212814/posts/default/1048904688757190475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little--missgossips.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiffany-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>TIFFY♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10392192666066251439</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-5388785661871212814.post-7006505036433456086</id><published>2009-04-16T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:23:33.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiffany here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed me? Rofl. Been absolutely lazy to update the blog. No Motivation at all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, life has been hactic for Stace and I. Stace has been busy with her music. And for me dance classes are killer. At least we are doing Gee for warm-ups. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;My life has been revolving around School, Dance, Catching up with Kpop and talking to friends on the phone. Probably going to NYC to visit Nicole next week. In case you don't know who Nicole is, She is my annoying older sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our korean teacher is seriously having some issues with Stace and I. Everyone else can let their hair down in class, except us? Dang. I am not going to bother. Just let my hair down. We'll see what she can do. Mwahaha. ( Insert evil face )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty much sucky these days. With one of my bestie being absolutely upset and wanting to run away to Singapore, how can life be fun? If you know my clique well, the current big news is ... Danielle Mikey James is coming to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, the other big news (at least this is a good news) is ... Rapheal Michael Kea and Rainie Tan is an official couple. Hope for a smooth sailing relatioship for you two lovebirds. Roflmao. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go on, I'll do a quiz. Tagged by Rainie. * Mikey &amp;amp; Kim, Please read till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged By Rainie to do the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Write the names of 21 friends you can think off the top of your head, And then answer the questions. Say you’re guessing if you don’t know, but at least guess on all of them. Once you are done, all these 21 people has to do it too. can choose to do it. (for those w/ blogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stacy&lt;br /&gt;2. Cloe&lt;br /&gt;3. Ian&lt;br /&gt;4. Yiting&lt;br /&gt;5. Kim&lt;br /&gt;6. Mikey&lt;br /&gt;7. Hatty&lt;br /&gt;8. Rainie&lt;br /&gt;9. Kea&lt;br /&gt;10. Bobbi&lt;br /&gt;11. Mitsukake Sempai&lt;br /&gt;12. Yayoi Sempai&lt;br /&gt;13. Hisagi Sempai&lt;br /&gt;14. Debs&lt;br /&gt;15. Yeung Wan&lt;br /&gt;16. Candy&lt;br /&gt;17. Sheri&lt;br /&gt;18. Meow Ping&lt;br /&gt;19. Kai Jie ( Big Bro )&lt;br /&gt;20. Taylor&lt;br /&gt;21. Sooyeon ( Unnie! )&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;How do you meet 7? ( Hatty )&lt;br /&gt;Its been some time... and i have a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you and 15 never meet? (Yeung Wan)&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have alot less laughter and I will feel like I am missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 21 and 1 dated? ( Sooyeon &amp;amp; Stacy )&lt;br /&gt;For the record, both of them are girls. And they are straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 17 cry? (Sheri)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 4 and 16 make a good couple? ( Yiting &amp;amp; Candy )&lt;br /&gt;Both girls. And are Frienemies. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 11 is attractive? (Mitsukake Sempai)&lt;br /&gt;O_O Well, i've never really seen him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 2 favourite colour? (Cloe)&lt;br /&gt;Orange. Deffinitely Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 9? (Kea)&lt;br /&gt;Long long time. Don't think anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 8 speak? (Rainie)&lt;br /&gt;English and Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 13 going out with? (Hisagi Sempai)&lt;br /&gt;Yayoi Sempai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What age is 16? (Candy)&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 3? (Ian)&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I was just talking to Rainie about it. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 18 live? (Meow Ping)&lt;br /&gt;In Simei. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about 14? (Debs)&lt;br /&gt;Brings the laughter to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to tell 10 right now? (Bobbi)&lt;br /&gt;I missed talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about 20? (Taylor)&lt;br /&gt;She is the first blonde i know that is NOT obsessed with the newest M.A.C Makeup range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed 2? (Cloe)&lt;br /&gt;O_O Hmm... NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best memory you have for 5? (Kim)&lt;br /&gt;Too Many to state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you're going to see 4? (Yiting)&lt;br /&gt;In another... 9 hours and 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is 7 different from 6? (Hatty &amp;amp; Rainie )&lt;br /&gt;One's a guy and one's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 pretty? (Cloe)&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first impression on 15? (Yeung Wan)&lt;br /&gt;I like her! Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 3? (Ian)&lt;br /&gt;When we were babbies in diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 1 your best friend? (Stacy)&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Have you been living in Mars? Duhh, Stace is &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate 12? ( Yayoi Sempai )&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 18 in the last month? (Meow Ping )&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to 5's house? (Kim)&lt;br /&gt;Too many times to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you'll see 10? (Bobbi)&lt;br /&gt;Soon... I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close to 14? (Debs)&lt;br /&gt;Yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to the movies with 4? (Yiting)&lt;br /&gt;Too many times to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten in trouble with 8? (Rainie)&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I get into trouble alone. Unless its Stacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give 19 a hug? (Kai Jie)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I'll consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When have you lied to 3? (Ian)&lt;br /&gt;Can't recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 11 good at socializing? (Mitsukake Sempai)&lt;br /&gt;I'll assume he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know a secret about 8? (Rainie)&lt;br /&gt;I think i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe the relationship between 12 and 18. (Yayoi Sempai &amp;amp; Meow Ping )&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they know each other's exsistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about your friendship with 9? (Kea)&lt;br /&gt; I don't know. Friendship is in a crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the worst thing about 6? (Mikey)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on 13? (Hisagi Sempai)&lt;br /&gt;No and never will. The guy is T-A-K-E-N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known 2? (Cloe)&lt;br /&gt;5 years and still counting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 11 have a bf/gf? (Mitsukake Sempai)&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to punch 1 in the face? (Stacy)&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna happen. But i'll gladly punch yours if you dare punch hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has 21 met your mother? (Sooyeon)&lt;br /&gt;No because she is in Korea? But her background is checked. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10? (Bobbi)&lt;br /&gt;Msn. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever accidentally physically hurt 3? (Ian)&lt;br /&gt; Why would i wanna do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live near to 7? (Hatty)&lt;br /&gt;Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 8 favourite food? (Hatty)&lt;br /&gt;Sake. Its not food though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car does 1 have? (Stacy)&lt;br /&gt;Too many to name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever travelled anywhere with 10? (Bobbi)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gave 14 $100, what would 14 spend it on? (Debs)&lt;br /&gt;Buying weird stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, The end of the quiz.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To Mikey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hey Love, I am gonna get you right here in Singapore next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't think too much. Just know that Stacy and I Love you truckloads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'll never let anything hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To Kim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Honey, please try to be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hurts us all to see you sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will do my best for your smile to be back on your face, k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you wanna, you know you can pop by my dorm anytime right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1731237665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://i489.photobucket.com/albums/rr252/LollipopLurves/1731237665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending off with my ugly picture. Don't get nightmares. 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