<?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-36171264</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:32:27.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubbytuck is cool! (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36171264.post-567092148800078828</id><published>2006-12-09T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:44:42.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from E.J. Camp 2.</title><content type='html'>I came back yesterday from the best camp ever. Jesus was there every moment of everyday I spent at Guoman Hotel Port Dickson. I experienced God's everlasting great love for me, made new friends, and had more fun than I had the whole year, especially during the last night. DARE EXPRESS. Everything was so powerpacked, cool and exciting that.. I forgot to take pictures. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed myself there so much that strangely, I don't find it that big a deal. E.J. Camp 2 was life-changing. I think I've really grown during this camp. God has spoken to and taught me so many things. And what Pastor Dan said is true — God is really just preparing me to do great and mighty works for Him. And I honestly can't wait. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During DG timeout, Lynn told Aikos 1 that whatever happens at camp is sealed. It's not like Camp is the only place where God is and is felt. It's not like after camp we go back home and everything goes back to the way it was. I really believe that after this camp things are going to change and get better and better. DARE youths don't just live from Camp to Camp. We see Jesus in our lives everyday and really experience His love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to practise and be so much more aware of my Daddy God's awesome love for me. People around me will be able to see what God has done for me in this camp. I simply live to glorify His name.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;I stand with arms high&lt;br /&gt;And heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the One &lt;br /&gt;Who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;I stand my soul &lt;br /&gt;Lord to you surrendered&lt;br /&gt;Al I am is Yours&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Guys, I'll be going to Tasmania tomorrow and will be back on the 22nd, so obviously I'm not going to update during that time. It doesn't mean I'm abandoning this blog! Don't worry. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-567092148800078828?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/567092148800078828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=567092148800078828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/567092148800078828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/567092148800078828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-ej-camp-2.html' title='Back from E.J. Camp 2.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-6453590489490390897</id><published>2006-11-29T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:55:26.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's unfair, but it always has been.</title><content type='html'>And I still remember the smile when you tore me apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-6453590489490390897?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6453590489490390897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=6453590489490390897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/6453590489490390897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/6453590489490390897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-unfair-but-it-always-has-been.html' title='It&apos;s unfair, but it always has been.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-2569819062420961923</id><published>2006-11-27T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:56:52.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/9324/betterthanlifeul3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that clear, but it's readable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-2569819062420961923?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/2569819062420961923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=2569819062420961923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/2569819062420961923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/2569819062420961923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/better-than-life.html' title='Better than life.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-700893105436333225</id><published>2006-11-26T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:20:44.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong United concert!</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG. OHMYGOD, HE'S SO GOOD! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hillsong United Concert was awesome. I came home with a sore throat and perspiring like mad. But it was so worth it. Everyone who missed it SERIOUSLY missed out. Anyway, I &lt;s&gt;sat&lt;/s&gt; stood with Mel, Arielle, Vic, Krys, Tiff, Cress, Cassie, Gerard, Jon Seow, King Aloysius, Darryl and some others. Don't remember. Everyone was jumping like crazy and having the time of their life. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif" /&gt; Thank God. Cause without Him it wouldn't have been possible. It was the best concert I have ever been to in my life, cause I could literally feel God presence moving around the audi. Awesome. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here are the pictures I took (all after the concert, of course):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/6516/arielleariel115lm7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arielle and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4100/melariel115pq9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/6907/arielnickdean15oi3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nick and my Jiejie Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/2773/deangerardshaunariel15hg7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;s&gt;girls&lt;/s&gt; guys: Dean, Gerard and Shaun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/6633/alynariel15hy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyn Princess and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4188/arielariel15oc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel and I. HOW COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/5545/arieldean15yo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard's the disgustingly tall person who took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/8355/krysariel15gp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krys and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/2002/marlonariel15qc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The octopus/salad boy and I. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. Thank You, Jesus, for giving us all such a great time yesterday. You're the best. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-700893105436333225?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/700893105436333225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=700893105436333225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/700893105436333225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/700893105436333225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/hillsong-united-concert.html' title='Hillsong United concert!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-4822033265202478757</id><published>2006-11-24T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:06:28.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz--</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4214/loveforeverzk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me first. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Even when I pushed you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things haven't been that great lately. I had a fight with my mom last night. A big one. Haven't really been talking to her since. Yesterday afternoon I made a blogskin for &lt;a href="http://wauver.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;wauver.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. It didn't turn out as good as I expected though. AHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's camp briefing. Then the Hillsong United concert. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Finally, something to get excited about. I have an extra ticket. So whoever wants to come please call or text me. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-4822033265202478757?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4822033265202478757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=4822033265202478757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/4822033265202478757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/4822033265202478757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/zzz.html' title='Zzz--'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-4356997025796206987</id><published>2006-11-22T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:25:50.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree top climbing &amp; sailing.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the longest day of my very short life. I walked 20km up hill with my uncle, my mom and my two brothers at MacRitchie Reservoir, which is somewhere near Bukit Timah Hill. I swear I almost died. Okay, I know I'm sounding like the princess who could feel a stinking pea under 100 mattresses but I can't help it. It was much, much worse than sleeping on some stupid, puny, crushable pea with 100 mattresses on it, OKAY. And that's not even the worse part. I got attacked by a bunch of freaking monkeys who were all after &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; Malters and tried to maul me to death. On top of that, I almost stepped on a disgustingly huge centipede with God knows how many legs on it's disgustingly long body. Then, 2 bloody ants, both about 2cm long climbed up my leg. OHMYBEN&amp;JERRY'S. I swear, after all this, I am never doing this kind of thing ever again. Not in Singapore, anyway. Thank God I don't have to do NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this afternoon I woke up at 1 with my neck, forearm (?), calf and butt aching like hell. I tried to convince my mom to let me skip sailing today but she forced me to go. It was great, really, because a storm came in so I didn't get to go out to sea and die of pain. I got to die of Pneumonia from running in the rain helping others de-rig their boats instead. Damn, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being damn cynical here but I'm not in the best of moods right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight Ivan and I are going to watch Happy Feet at GV Marina. That'll probably be the highlight of today. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-4356997025796206987?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/4356997025796206987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=4356997025796206987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/4356997025796206987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/4356997025796206987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/tree-top-climbing-sailing.html' title='Tree top climbing &amp; sailing.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-5872970050727833675</id><published>2006-11-20T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:47:39.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeties, please. :|</title><content type='html'>My friends are the sweetest. They'd do anything for me and I really love them. These precious people — I hate seeing them getting hurt. I hate seeing them hurting themselves. I hate it when they force themselves to change to fit in, when they never have to. I hate it when they feel lousy about themselves and hate what they've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, stop smoking and drinking and clubbing and what not. You guys are nice enough to not smoke and drink around me, but you know you're just hurting yourself and in turn hurting me. Don't do this. I know you guys have self-hate and all. You know, Jesus can fix that. He always can and he's willing to. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; But, are &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; willing to let Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm sounding like really naggy now but I can't stand it. The first time you told me that drinking was okay cause it was just a little portion, and you told me to try it, I told my parents. Stupid thing to do, I know, but I was scared. They told me to stop hanging out with you guys, but I can't do that cause I love you guys too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, we all know that you guys were better before all this. Can I have my old best friends back? &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-5872970050727833675?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/5872970050727833675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=5872970050727833675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/5872970050727833675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/5872970050727833675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweeties-please.html' title='Sweeties, please. :|'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-6226362034586892033</id><published>2006-11-17T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:39:15.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid.</title><content type='html'>My idiot brother, Sam, is annoying the hell outta me. He insists that what is his is his and what is mine is ours. Then I was like WTH, so I yelled at him to go soak his head, and I got scolded by my mom. Sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what else? Tonight he's sleeping in &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; room. On the floor on the mattress. He can sleep so much more comfortably in his own room on either the top or bottom bunk of the double decker bed he has, but &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;, he just has to sleep in my room. Meaning tonight, I can't talk on the phone till 2-3 am + like I usually do BECAUSE OF HIM. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and can you believe that now he's telling me to "stop playing on the computer"? He says "it's bad for my eyes and I need my rest." What is that man? No normal 10 year old brother is like that, you know. Ask anyone who HAS a 10 year old brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. Sam's a crazy arse, and tomorrow morning he's going to find himself surrounded by.. um.. TOOTHPASTE. Yeah, that's it - &lt;b&gt;Toothpaste&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-6226362034586892033?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/6226362034586892033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=6226362034586892033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/6226362034586892033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/6226362034586892033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid.html' title='Stupid.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-7762312712350714631</id><published>2006-11-17T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:34:39.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Loves Me. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I just deleted by previous post because it was unnecessary and didn't help me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy God, I haven't been this angry and hurt for such a long time. I thank You, You still love me. Let Your unconditional, unchanging, unfailing love fall on me till everything I am is lost in Your embrace. Daddy, give me a listening and understanding heart and the consciousness of how big You are, and how nothing is too big for You to handle. Especially not small, petty friendship problems that I'm going through now. Let me not just know this in my mind, but also my &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt;. Help me see that my worth and value does not depend on the things I do or what people say about me. You were willing to give Your Son for me, even if I had been the only one on Earth, because You love me so damn much. I'm fashioned by Your hand and perfectly planed to be just who I am - a &lt;u&gt;masterpiece&lt;/u&gt; that all creation quietly applauds. And, &lt;b&gt;You love me&lt;/b&gt;. That's all that really matters. Help me focus on that, focus on what You did for me. And then, all my fears, they'll fade away, &lt;i&gt;when I see You&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-7762312712350714631?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/7762312712350714631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=7762312712350714631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/7762312712350714631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/7762312712350714631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/jesus-loves-me-3.html' title='Jesus Loves Me. &lt;3'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-3234103201969295294</id><published>2006-11-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:08:28.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh frack.</title><content type='html'>People have described what’s between us as so many things - cute, great, dangerous, wrong, different, interesting, funny — but not a single word fits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh frack. Perfection is overrated, and love is the best mistake I've ever made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-3234103201969295294?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/3234103201969295294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=3234103201969295294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/3234103201969295294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/3234103201969295294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-frack.html' title='Oh frack.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116313129786027027</id><published>2006-11-10T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VivoCity, Orchard, &amp; Bible Study.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I spent pretty much the whole day with Ivan at VivoCity. &lt;b&gt;Shopping, shopping, shopping!&lt;/b&gt; I brough $170 with me and came home with $17. It was like shopping in heaven. From 10-12.30, I went into every shop on level 1. Just to name a few - Esprit, Mango, Adidas, Nike and ZARA. Poor Ivan followed me aimlessly around without complaining. Not once. He's the sweetest. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; Then at around 12.30 we went one level up and had a glorious lunch at Long John Silver's. Ivan paid for it, because he knew I wouldn't have enough money for my shopping if I paid even though I had brought so much money. I repeat - He's the sweetest. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYE! Okay, we spent slightly more than an hour at Long John's. We talked about so many things, some of the stuff I told him I didn't even think I could tell anyone. But he didn't make a fuss out of it or anything. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Anyway, it was nearing 2 already so &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; continued shopping. In the end I didn't really shop that much after that cause we went to watch Step Up at GV! It was awesome. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; The movie was about 2 hours so we left the cinema at 4+. We sat in Starbucks for a while and Ivan bought me a mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we both took the MRT - I went to Orchard Cineplex and Ivan went to meet some of his friends. Anyway, I met up with Mel, Cress, Gerard, Jon Seow, Darryl, Ariellna and Tessa at Orchard and talked with them for a while. They had just watched Step Up too so we talked about the movie and swooned over Channing Tatum. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Oh and guess what - I met Wei Lin and Asha in the toilet and they watched Step Up too! &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; LOL. Then Cress and I went to take neoprint, which she's suppose to scan and send to me. Anyway, later on we all bought Mel a cake for her &lt;u&gt;birthday&lt;/u&gt;, which is tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/7088/arielcressmellx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/4617/dryicewaterdj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated and all that and had loads of fun. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I had to leave at 6 to go to Suntec cause there was Bible Study and I was serving in Video. By the way, the sermon was really good. About Grace and Favour and all that and how much our Daddy God loves us. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; After the service I met my Mom and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get this. After we had parked the car in the estate and went up to my house, I realised I didn't have my phone with me. Since I had lost my phone before, my family was like really frantic and turned the house upside down to find. Sadly, we couldn't. So my mom and I went down with torchlights to go trace my steps in case I had dropped it. There was this Indian man who had been washing the car as we parked it and he could have seen it drop and taken it. So I was like getting scared and praying in tongues. Then I told God, "If You love me the way You say You do, or the way &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; says you do, You'll help me find my phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in less than a minute, I found it lying in the grass. I could just see Jesus smiling at me saying, "I love you." &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; See, isn't my Daddy God the bestest? Yes, He is. The best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, yesterday was another really good day. I hope everyday of the holiday will be like that. Whee. Praise God. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116313129786027027?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116313129786027027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116313129786027027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116313129786027027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116313129786027027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/vivocity-orchard-bible-study.html' title='VivoCity, Orchard, &amp; Bible Study.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116295692999651918</id><published>2006-11-08T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:49.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH BOOO.</title><content type='html'>I serious miss human interaction. I haven't met up with anyone or even talked on the phone for ages and it's &lt;i&gt;seriously killing me&lt;/i&gt;. I kid you not. Chatting on MSN just doesn't cut it. So any of you, please, &lt;b&gt;call me&lt;/b&gt;. Any time, any day. Not like I'll be doing anything anyway. I trust that this is a &lt;u&gt;private&lt;/u&gt; blog so everyone who actually comes here knows me and probably knows my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE A'IGHT, anyone. Call to make a date or just to talk. My life is at stake here and I promise you, you'll be rewarded generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I was talking to Leon online when my idiot brother started throwing cutlery at my room door. He is so sensitive, I swear. When I opened the door he started yelling, "I HAVE SCISSORS! I HAVE SCISSORS!" And tried to kill me with them. Yeah, no kidding. And all of this was just because I told his girl that she sounded like a butch and that he was seeing another girl. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; See, what I didn't know is that he had just picked up the phone and heard me say all that. So that was when he started planning my death. So I guess you were wrong, Leon. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I have a higher chance of dying by my brother's hand than by seeing you on the street and having convulsions. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I just read my darling &lt;a href="http://labouroflove-.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Hui Min&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, I have decided to do that list of really hated people. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; This should be interesting, although I know y'all can anticipate who exactly I'm going to list down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kok Ee Sheen. I don't need to say why because if I start I won't be able to stop.&lt;br /&gt;2. Darren Goh. Same for him.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr Ngoi. Yep, goes for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaye! So you see, actually all in all I don't hate as many people as you think I do (even though you and I both know that the list will inevitability grow). &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I'm a &lt;b&gt;loving&lt;/b&gt; person. *nods head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the people I absolutely adore. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus (duh).&lt;br /&gt;2. Zoe, my bitch!&lt;br /&gt;3. My Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hui Min! My husband, my king, my bestfriend. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eileen.&lt;br /&gt;6. My brothers.&lt;br /&gt;7. Johnny Depp *drool*&lt;br /&gt;8. Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sharmane.&lt;br /&gt;10. Mark.&lt;br /&gt;11. Melanie and Arielle.&lt;br /&gt;12. The male fruitlings. &lt;br /&gt;13. Ivan, Gervais, Gerard, Dean, Pierson, Percy and King Aloysius.&lt;br /&gt;14. Cress, Darryl and Nigell.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;163825253. Leon! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how many people I love? 29++, baby! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; And this list will also inevitability grow. Cohohohoho! &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I feel happy and content. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; So toodles, and don't forget to &lt;b&gt;call me&lt;/b&gt;. I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116295692999651918?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116295692999651918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116295692999651918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116295692999651918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116295692999651918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-booo.html' title='OH BOOO.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116278392757547887</id><published>2006-11-06T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:48.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayism.</title><content type='html'>I just painted my fingernails the exact same colour as my eyes and got copper streaks put into my hair. The holiday has officialy started, baby! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;AH GERVAIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.   is it the holidays now for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;ope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;im in class now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;so freaking boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. What period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;erm ENGLISH haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;oh. i thought english was fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;over here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;nahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh. haha. well anything's better than rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go to school lah. At least there's something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;im failing everythning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;the english so  chim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;oh that's sad. ); if i ever fail my english, I won't go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;its so hard here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;when i get back i'll show u the standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;lol okay(: aye you know yesterday, the guys waited outside the lan shop for 2 and a half hours, waiting for it to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;and it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;losers haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;here i got no time for lan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i can tell. Then they sit outside and lean against the walls right - look like some gang of drug addicts. no life ppl. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;yea a bunch o dean haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. surprising, dean wasn't there. Only Gerard, Pierson, Terrence, Ivan, Jon Seow, Joasseph, King Aloysius, Isaac Kang, Darryl and Cress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;Cress keep in following them. Even more no life lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh icic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;yea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun really like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;shit i gtg my teacher caught me using the net &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;freak freak freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.guaranteed plus chop.                       welcome to my loser fan club at loser.com says:&lt;br /&gt;gtg bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;Bye. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel -        But Jesus just smiled &amp; said, "It's OK. I still love you." says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Gervais Tan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116278392757547887?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116278392757547887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116278392757547887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116278392757547887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116278392757547887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/yayism.html' title='Yayism.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116273609993364817</id><published>2006-11-05T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:48.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see GRACE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;I see grace,&lt;br /&gt;Sealed by your sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;I see love,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for me.&lt;br /&gt;Precious blood,&lt;br /&gt;Washes and sanctifies.&lt;br /&gt;Healing flows,&lt;br /&gt;Setting me free.&lt;br /&gt;I see GRACE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all the horrible things I've done, I felt awful. &lt;b&gt;But my Jesus just smiled at me with compassion and said &lt;i&gt;"It's OK, Ariel. &lt;u&gt;I still love you.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cried. I'll never understand why He loves me so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116273609993364817?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116273609993364817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116273609993364817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116273609993364817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116273609993364817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-see-grace.html' title='I see GRACE.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116248870826192650</id><published>2006-11-03T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:47.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shizz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wish I could go back,&lt;br /&gt;And be with you again.&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are so many things I should have said,&lt;br /&gt;When I had you listening.&lt;br /&gt;As close as we were, as far as we are now,&lt;br /&gt;As much as this won't change anything,&lt;br /&gt;You've got me calling out.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a girl called Jayne. One day, her ex texted her this message, after she'd been through a whole day of counselling her friends who have relationship problems. She'd counselled 4 people already, and was really sick of this whole BGR thing. The only reason she was helping them out is because they were her friends. She thought back on how juvenile and immature she had been to simply rush into a relationship which was bound to end sooner or later. Just then, her phone vibrated and she received that message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah what the hell. Jayne is me and I've got no time for this shit. I've got better things to do, like stone at the walls. I swear I'm not going to get into another BGR until I'm well over 20. If I do, please slap me. If I tell you it's true love, throw me out the window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116248870826192650?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116248870826192650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116248870826192650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116248870826192650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116248870826192650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/shizz.html' title='Shizz.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116243700437755871</id><published>2006-11-02T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That quiz I said I wouldn't do.</title><content type='html'>It's exactly 10 in the morning and since I have nothing better to do and would probably die if I don't get rid of my boredom soon, I have decided to finally do this quiz. Hui Min and Michelle, y'all are lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will now start to supply all my information here on the internet making me vulnerable to dirty old men. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Birthdate?&lt;br /&gt;- 15 August 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Place of birth?&lt;br /&gt;- KK hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Blood type?&lt;br /&gt;- O. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Height?&lt;br /&gt;- I am not going to answer this question to cut down on the mocking I will be receiving later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] Weight?&lt;br /&gt;- 39 kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] Shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;- 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] Work? Study?&lt;br /&gt;- Tanjong Katong Seconday School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] Childhood nickname?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, right. Like I'm gonna tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] Average hours you sleep in a day?&lt;br /&gt;- Nowdays? About 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;- Two brothers. They mean the world to me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Eyesight? short-sighted, long-sighted or perfect?&lt;br /&gt;- One eye perfect, the other 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] What languages do you speak?&lt;br /&gt;- Engish and tongues. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] What languages would you like to speak?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm very happy with English, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Nickname on Messenger?&lt;br /&gt;- Ariel - Fantasque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] What do you collect?&lt;br /&gt;- Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Model of handphone you are using?&lt;br /&gt;- Nokia 6101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] What is on your shopping list?&lt;br /&gt;- Shoes, bags, belts, tops, jeans, skirts and even socks. I seriously need a pair of heels. My height calls for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Favourite t-shirt brand?&lt;br /&gt;- Topshop, Mango, Esprit, Zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Favourite cut of jeans?&lt;br /&gt;- Probably boot cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] Favourite fashion designer?&lt;br /&gt;- Woah! There's way too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] Favourite clothing label?&lt;br /&gt;- Not sure. Too many to choose from. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] Favourite shoe label?&lt;br /&gt;- OMG JIMMY CHOO'S ALL THE WAY BABY! Actually I've only got one pair. LOL. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] Favourite bag label?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have a favourite. Whatever matches my attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] Most dominant colour in your wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;- BLACK and WHITE. No wonder I remind Zach of a Zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] Most worn-pair of shoes?&lt;br /&gt;- My black and white converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] Favourite shampoo?&lt;br /&gt;- That's a secret. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] Favourite conditioner?&lt;br /&gt;- Again, another secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] Favourite bath product?&lt;br /&gt;- Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] Favourite facial product?&lt;br /&gt;- Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31] Favourite cosmetic?&lt;br /&gt;- Eyeliner is absolute &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32] Favourite art movement?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33] Favourite artist?&lt;br /&gt;- My brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34] Favourite gallery?&lt;br /&gt;- My room. There's art everywhere! On my table, on my bed, on the floor, on the shelves. But my mom calls it a MESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35] Favourite cold drink?&lt;br /&gt;- Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[36] Favourite hot drink?&lt;br /&gt;- Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37] Favourite flavour of ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;- Doesn't matter, as long as it's Ben &amp; Jerry's! Markie Barkie owes me a tub. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[38] Favourite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;- Whatever my mom cooks. Or buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[39] Favourite sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;- Chicken mayonnaise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40] Favourite cake?&lt;br /&gt;- Kuay Lapis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[41] Favourite chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not really into chocolate anymore. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[42] Favourite fast food?&lt;br /&gt;- Carl's Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[43] Favourite sushi?&lt;br /&gt;- I hate sushi, even though I have Jap blood. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[44] Favourite breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;- Teh Tarik with pretty much anything you care to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45] Spaghetti? tomato, cream or pesto sauce?&lt;br /&gt;- Cream sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[46] Beef? rare, medium rare, medium, well-done?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like beef either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[47] Restaurant you frequent most?&lt;br /&gt;- Marche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[48] Best dining experience?&lt;br /&gt;- Marche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[49] Worst dining experience?&lt;br /&gt;- My idiot brother spilt lemon juice on me when I was wearing my new Zara top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50] Favourite book?&lt;br /&gt;- The Artemis Fowl Series, The Pendragon series. Any fantasy or adventure book you care to name, actually. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[51] Favourite movie?&lt;br /&gt;- Movies aren't really my thing. I'd rather curl up in bed and read a book. My mom thinks it's anti-social. Nieh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[52] Favourite artist writer?&lt;br /&gt;- My mom, and myself, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[53] Favourite actor?&lt;br /&gt;- Johnny Depp (duh). OMS, he's so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[54] Favourite actress?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm.. not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[55] Favourite record?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't have a favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[56] Favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;- My brother and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[57] Favourite band?&lt;br /&gt;- My brothers and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[58] Favourite lyrics?&lt;br /&gt;- You Are So Faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[59] Favourite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not into TV that much nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[60] Favourite newspapers?&lt;br /&gt;- LIFE! Where the comics are. I think they should add Calvin &amp; Hobbes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[61] Favourite magazine?&lt;br /&gt;- Vogue is my fashion bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[62] Favourite flower?&lt;br /&gt;- I hate flowers. One time this guy got me flowers and I freaked out cause I had a bad experience, which I'm not going to expose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[63] Favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;- My bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[64] Favourite country?&lt;br /&gt;- Italy. Where Milan is. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[65] Favourite street (in your country)?&lt;br /&gt;- Orchard area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[66] Favourite street (overseas)?&lt;br /&gt;- LOL. Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[67] Favourite sport?&lt;br /&gt;- Sailing (duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[68] Scariest movie?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't really find horror movies scary because usually it's just gore, with a really sucky story line behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[69] Funniest movie?&lt;br /&gt;- Not many funny movies have come out lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[70] Favourite leisure activity?&lt;br /&gt;- Calling Ivan and bitching about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[71] Favourite public transport?&lt;br /&gt;- If I must, Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[72] Favourite weather?&lt;br /&gt;- It doesn't make a difference because I'm almost always indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[73] Dream honeymoon destination?&lt;br /&gt;- Milan! But then I won't have time for my husband cause I'll be shopping. HAHA, too bad for him. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[74] Computer you use?&lt;br /&gt;- My laptop which I vandalised with nailpolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[75] Wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;- Ivan and I at east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[76] Screen saver on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;- The screensaver that comes with the Mac thing. Yes, I have a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[77] How many hours on the internet a day?&lt;br /&gt;- On the average, 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[78] Favourite blog?&lt;br /&gt;- My blog (duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[79] Favourite news site?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't go to news sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[80] Favourite site?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.snapfiles.com" target="_blank"&gt;Snap Files&lt;/a&gt;. Freeware, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[81] First pet?&lt;br /&gt;- My hamsters, Indiana and Jones, given to me by &lt;a href="http://whaley-squidyy-maria.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Avryl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[82] Favourite cartoon from childhood?&lt;br /&gt;- Roadrunner. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[83] Favourite toy from childhood?&lt;br /&gt;- My brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[84] What makes you smile?&lt;br /&gt;- Thinking about what Jesus did for me because He loved me so damn much. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[85] What makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Again, thinking about what Jesus did for me because He loved me so damn much. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[86] Which celebrity would you like to be?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm very happy being me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[87] What colour would you be if you are a crayon?&lt;br /&gt;- Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[88] If you can go back in time, which period would you want to be in?&lt;br /&gt;- I wouldn't want to go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[89] If you can have your own business, what would you venture into?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. I'm 13, for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[90] What TV program would you like to go on?&lt;br /&gt;- I'd probably create my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[91] How satisfied are you with your current situation?&lt;br /&gt;- Very satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[92] What would you rather be doing if you have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;- Hanging out with my school friends. I won't be able to survive 2 months without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[93] The most important thing that has happened in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- I received Jesus. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[94] What do you think you'll be doing 5 years down the road?&lt;br /&gt;- Praying and mugging like mad for my As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[95] Most desired now?&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna see Jesus more in my daily life. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[96] Biggest worry now?&lt;br /&gt;- I hope I have enough pads to last me the next 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[97] Most unforgettable incident?&lt;br /&gt;- No way am I gonna let you in on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[98] New year resolution?&lt;br /&gt;- Hit 160cm and gain 7kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[99] Your motto in life?&lt;br /&gt;- Trust God all the way. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[100] Who do you want to answer "100 things about me"?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is crazy enough or bored enough to actually consider doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. It's now exactly 11:01. I've wasted more than an hour on this retarded quiz. Now, I feel great! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116243700437755871?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116243700437755871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116243700437755871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116243700437755871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116243700437755871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-quiz-i-said-i-wouldnt-do.html' title='That quiz I said I wouldn&apos;t do.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116243090596656975</id><published>2006-11-02T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:47.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivan Koh Zhi Sheng</title><content type='html'>Ixnay on the attitude, baby boy. It's not going to get you anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116243090596656975?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116243090596656975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116243090596656975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116243090596656975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116243090596656975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/ivan-koh-zhi-sheng.html' title='Ivan Koh Zhi Sheng'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116236357052056588</id><published>2006-11-01T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:46.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my neighbour.</title><content type='html'>Last night I was woken up by my bitch's barking at 2.50 in the morning. I was really ticked off cause I finally managed to fall asleep just to be woken up less than an hour later by my dear Zoe Bananna. Well, it wasn't just me. My entire family got woken up and were all kinda pissed. Sam was muttering "kanina" all the way. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So anyway we found Zoe sitting frog-style in front of the door. Okay, &lt;u&gt;get this&lt;/u&gt;: Outside, at our neighbour's door was a girl. One of his ex-girlfriends, I think. It's hard to keep track since he gets a new one every week. But I think I've seen her before. Anyway, she was banging on his door screaming, "Johnny! Johnny! Open the door RIGHT NOW! Johneeeeyyy!" Totally oblivious to the fact that she had been waking up the whole of block 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my family and I just stood there for a while before my Dad snorted and went back to his room. Everyone else followed suit except Zoe and I. Zoe had stopped barking and just sat there, head cocked to the left and stared. She must have been thinking, "Homo sapiens are the strangest creatures alive." And then, I wouldn't exactly have disagreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after about 10 minutes, Johnny finally opened the door and let the deranged girl in. Then Zoe and I went back to sleep. It's a wonder I actually managed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Leon, if I had seen you dance, I probably would have died. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116236357052056588?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116236357052056588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116236357052056588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116236357052056588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116236357052056588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-neighbour.html' title='Oh my neighbour.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116230304826539228</id><published>2006-10-31T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:46.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are so faithful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;In the midst of the storm&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the waves&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be faithful&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be faithful&lt;br /&gt;When the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;And time is no more&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be faithful&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be faithful O Lord&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Daddy, for always being there for me when I needed You. I could never have pulled through without You by my side. Many a times I forget that You've given me everything. Everything I could ever want or need. And sometimes I try to impress people, and fail miserably. But You always remind me how precious I am to You, and that's really all that matters. There's no one else who's like You. Not even Mommy, or Grandpa. Today's his birthday. And I know he's having a great time with You up there in heaven. It was hard to get over his death and all, but You were there for me. You were there when he held my hand and breathed his last. You comforted me so much and I don't know how much his death would have affected me if you hadn't stepped in. Then there was my exam results. You told me that my worth and value doesn't depend on my grades or how academically smart I am. If You gave Your everything for me, then I must be priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Daddy. I love You. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116230304826539228?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116230304826539228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116230304826539228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116230304826539228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116230304826539228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-are-so-faithful.html' title='You are so faithful.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116226323898563262</id><published>2006-10-31T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:46.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. You must post this on yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ariel&lt;/b&gt; (done by &lt;a href="http://cirquedeparanoia.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Zach&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;1. Hi?&lt;br /&gt;2. Be nice to Victoria! She's watching!&lt;br /&gt;3. White.&lt;br /&gt;4. You have a great sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;5. That quiet girl during Leader's Retreats that I never had problems with. (Those were the days!)&lt;br /&gt;6. A zebra. IDK!@ASASSA&lt;br /&gt;7. How come you've changed so much, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fat apple, you!&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't watch porn for the whole of next month. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Red.&lt;br /&gt;4. You're mild tempered, unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;5. Drama Infusion. You were the old lady. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;6. A prairie dog (btw, that's not a dog).&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you really mug for exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hui Min&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bimbo pants. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;2. No singlish for one whole day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Purple.&lt;br /&gt;4. You forgive quickly.&lt;br /&gt;5. KFC.&lt;br /&gt;6. Badger!&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you always thought so lowly of the male species?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ego.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't talk about yourself for a day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Black.&lt;br /&gt;4. You make me laugh easily.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't know. I've only seen you twice in person.&lt;br /&gt;6. Hmmm.. A llama. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you always been so egotistical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eileen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chinese dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;2. 3A in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;3. Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;4. You have good taste in blogskins and hairstyles. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 1st day of school. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;6. A pink poodle. High mantainance.&lt;br /&gt;7. How can you be so retarded than change to serious mode in a matter of seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boon May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're so tanned.&lt;br /&gt;2. Use the same blogskin for a month.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;4. You're incredibly sporty.&lt;br /&gt;5. The netball carnival thingy.&lt;br /&gt;6. A mouse.&lt;br /&gt;7. How can you move so quickly?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oranges are sour.&lt;br /&gt;2. Say Tubbytuck is cool. Say it!&lt;br /&gt;3. Orange (duh).&lt;br /&gt;4. You're cute. NOITDOESN'TMEANANYTHINGKAY.&lt;br /&gt;5. Whenever you mock me/ my name/ my hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;6. A bear. (?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Is what Taydoor said true? Do you really have chest hair? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selynna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hi?&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't go out for a week. (yeah I know, how random.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;4. This girl's got styyyle . &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hmm. The netball carnival thing too, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;6. Paris Hilton's Tinkerbell.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you scared of insects? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sharmane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Siginnah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink more milk, and grow taller than Taydoor!&lt;br /&gt;3. Baby pink.&lt;br /&gt;4. She's shorter than me. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sailing.&lt;br /&gt;6. A lobster. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid of? Seriously. I'm trying to get you a birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheryl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're in 1H!&lt;br /&gt;2. Put on more weight.&lt;br /&gt;3. White.&lt;br /&gt;4. You're funny!&lt;br /&gt;5. Hmmm. When I first met you through Eileen.&lt;br /&gt;6. A rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;7. How do you stay so slim?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Astrid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brace face! &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't laugh at all on the first day of school, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pink!&lt;br /&gt;4. Your bubbly-ness.&lt;br /&gt;5. Taking pictures with you!&lt;br /&gt;6. An ox. ??!!&lt;br /&gt;7. You wanna go out during the hols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I don't wanna do anymore. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116226323898563262?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116226323898563262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116226323898563262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116226323898563262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116226323898563262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116219378172725677</id><published>2006-10-30T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy abs don't always buy affection.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, they don't. Damn, some people just love themselves way too much. Okay, fine, you have every right to be proud that your so called 'sexy abs' get all the girls drooling over you. That's nice, and I'm happy for you, really. But have you ever wondered why everytime you get into a relationship it never has a happy ending? I'll answer that for you. Because every bimbo you go with only falls in love with your looks, not you. You know that. So please, Mr I-know-I'm-incredibly-hot-but-I-want-Ariel-to-say-it, I admit that you're good looking. I also admit that I think very lowly of your small mindedness, and the fact that you're incredibly insecure inside. So insecure, in fact, that the only thing backing you up is your looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think you should get a grip. That's the first step, next, I challenge you to get a life. One that includes other people, and not just yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag if you want and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a colour that I associate you with.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;8. You must post this on yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116219378172725677?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116219378172725677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116219378172725677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116219378172725677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116219378172725677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/sexy-abs-dont-always-buy-affection.html' title='Sexy abs don&apos;t always buy affection.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116217714484661501</id><published>2006-10-30T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:46.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SO wasting my time.</title><content type='html'>But what the hell. Holidays aren't holidays unless they're spent doing stuff that are complately pointless, and that's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 13 of your classmates that you can think of now. Don't read the questions below until you have written all the names of the 13 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Huimin&lt;br /&gt;2. Eileen&lt;br /&gt;3. Mark&lt;br /&gt;4. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;5. Sharmane&lt;br /&gt;6. Asha&lt;br /&gt;7. Theodore&lt;br /&gt;8. Dean&lt;br /&gt;9. Astrid&lt;br /&gt;10. Wei Lin&lt;br /&gt;11. Elbert&lt;br /&gt;12. Gary&lt;br /&gt;13. Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1. How did you meet 10?&lt;br /&gt;She was the 3rd girl who talked to me on the first day of school. But I didn't really like her &lt;u&gt;then&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. What would you do if you have never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;DIE. Cause then I wouldn't have a lao gong, we wouldn't have invented the retarded words that we did, the fruitlings wouldn't be completed, and I would lack a best friend. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. What would you do if 2 and 6 dated?&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with that? I just wonder who'll be the butch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. Have you seen 4 cry before?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. When she had a fight with Astrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. Do you think 10 is cute?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! And I don't think many tall people are cute, so Wei Lin, THANK ME. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. How did you get to know about 8?&lt;br /&gt;School. I just know that I got to know him after the first half of the year. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. Would you ever go on a date with 12?&lt;br /&gt;If that ever happened, I'd either be doing it for money or because it was a dare. You never know these days. In other circumstances I would have found this question funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. Whats 7's fave colour?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Black, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. What would you do if 6 confessed that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;I'd go tell Hui Min, and she'll do the bashing. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. Facts about 9.&lt;br /&gt;She loves me. She loves pink. She's always high and happy. She starts laughing for no reason at all. She loves the camera. And she loves me. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. Who's 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Derek Phang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. Who is 5 to you&lt;br /&gt;She's a siginnah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. Would you ever live with 13?&lt;br /&gt;The peasant? Maybe, if he were to sweep the floor and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. Is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;I should think so, but I'm not really that sure. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15.what do you think about 3?&lt;br /&gt;Mark is an orange. I eat oranges. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16. What's the best thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;She's short, so when she stands in front of me I can see what's going on in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17. What do you like about 11?&lt;br /&gt;He has mean guitar skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18. Favourite memory with 2?&lt;br /&gt;Way too many. Uncountable! &lt;img src=http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116217714484661501?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116217714484661501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116217714484661501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116217714484661501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116217714484661501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-so-wasting-my-time.html' title='I am SO wasting my time.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116212396571739936</id><published>2006-10-29T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:46.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#9A3E77;"&gt;Yes, I do. &lt;u&gt;I hate you&lt;/u&gt;. I hope you know that. Just because you're dating my uncle, my favourite uncle, doesn't mean I have to be nice to you. The day you two get married is the last day you'll ever see me. I'll be at the wedding for my uncle, not you. Just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116212396571739936?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116212396571739936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116212396571739936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116212396571739936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116212396571739936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116211385587261147</id><published>2006-10-29T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:45.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saat saat.</title><content type='html'>This has been, by far, the best week end I have ever had in a long time. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went with my church caregroup to Marine Cove to hang out and have a BBQ at night. I had the greatest time. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt; Okay, except maybe the blading. I rented blades, which was a total waste of money cause I could have walked back home to get it. But laziness reigned. Not only that, but my feet hurt like hell. So I took the blades off after enduring half an hour of pain and found a blister on each foot. &lt;b&gt;They were both 1cm in diameter&lt;/b&gt;. And eeeww it was gross. But whatever, it was just pain so I made no big deal out of it. Anyway, after that we all went to play basketball, which was followed by going to the arcade, block-catching, and then back to Marine Cove. By the time all of that was over it was I think 6+. Okay, here's where the pictures come in. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/4007/aikosouting911ho3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is the place we had our BBQ. Thank God it had shelter, cause it rained later on in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/746/aikosouting411xt9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the guys nuah-ing. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/7701/aikosouting311sk4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, MARLON. Showing off his incredibly hot guitar skills, as usual. This is the guy who said that the hairstyle I have now is nicer than my 'butch hairstyle'. I never had a butch hairstyle okay. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/127/aikosouting2111rc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SMALL JOHN, being retarded. He's so cute! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt; (He's 146cm. How can he not be cute?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/5453/nikkiarielrb0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Nikki and I, standing in front of a huge fan. Whee. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/2952/aikosouting511og9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sunburnt. You can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6548/aikosouting3311rq7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, by this time, dinner had started. And the guys were still fooling around. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. I took 36 pictures there but I'm not going to upload all of them, obviously. Just the ones that stand out. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif" /&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;. Today was good too. The sermon was about having the wisdom of God, and how that can get you out of so many situations. Saat saat. I sat with Alyn, Vic, Jon Seow, Josh Koh, Cress, Darryl, Arielle and Nigell. I'm sure they felt the same way. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt; Anyway, after that I went to pick my brothers up from children's church. Then my family went to Jalan Kayu to eat prata! &lt;b&gt;HO SEH.&lt;/b&gt; On the way there, Sam and I started camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/8272/samariel9ex3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you must be thinking, "how can 2 such good looking people distort themselves until like that one?!" hahaha. Okay, the ego's coming back. Well, we were bored and anyway, what else can you do with a camera? Don't worry, when we got home we took nicer pictures. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/4154/samariel1011xc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYEEEYAYEEYAAYY! So many people have asked me if he's my boyfriend. Does he really look that old? Or more like, DO I REALLY LOOK THAT YOUNG?! Anyway, trust me - my boyfriend is &lt;i&gt;so much hotter&lt;/i&gt; then him. &lt;b&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt; LOL. Okay listen up. I'm going to say something that will, I'm sure, totally grab your attention. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOOKS DON'T MATTER.&lt;/span&gt; There. I said it. When look fade away and familiarity sets in, the looks aren't going to keep the person. The personality will. I've seen so many people just getting tired of their steads and dumping them. Then I hear people say, "OMG! How can he/she dump him/her?! Siao ah? He/she is so hot can." So you see. Point proven. God, I sound like some old person telling the world some funny shit. Fortunately or unfortunately, what I say is the truth. I'm not kidding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, that was. um. &lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt;. But that's about it, anyway. Tomorrow I'm going to Orchard with Victoria. Whoohoo. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! One last thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/8773/eyebaglesshp6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyebags and dark circles have disappeared! Okay, maybe not completely disappeared, but it's better than before. Praise Daddy God. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116211385587261147?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116211385587261147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116211385587261147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116211385587261147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116211385587261147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/saat-saat.html' title='Saat saat.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116201055171306660</id><published>2006-10-28T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:45.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark's Quiz.</title><content type='html'>Mark did a quiz on his blog so I decided to do it too. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 most dreadful things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;- PMS&lt;br /&gt;- Oranges &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 most disgusting animals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so much more than 3.&lt;br /&gt;Just to name some: &lt;br /&gt;Slugs, Lizards &amp; &lt;s&gt;Mark&lt;/s&gt; every insect on earth &lt;br /&gt;except maybe ladybugs. I like ladybugs. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 points in finding a partner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nice personality&lt;br /&gt;- Looks good&lt;br /&gt;- Rich (I know I'm superficial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 blogs you find interesting to read.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zachary's blog&lt;br /&gt;- Mark's blog&lt;br /&gt;- Class blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 blog layouts that are nice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My own (duh)&lt;br /&gt;- Zenda's layout&lt;br /&gt;- Fangning's layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting was that? Okay, it wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Yesterday Sam was talking to his girlfriend on the phone and as usual, I was eavesdropping on the other end. After he hung up, I went up to him and said, "How nice. Your first long, mushy conversation with a girl. How did it fare, my dear brother?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, he just kind of glared at me and said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh it was fabulous. We're planning a wedding in May." Then he walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I love my family. All of them have comebacks for everything. That's so cool. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116201055171306660?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116201055171306660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116201055171306660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116201055171306660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116201055171306660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/marks-quiz.html' title='Mark&apos;s Quiz.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116195374040903376</id><published>2006-10-27T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:45.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, just great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;I THINK I'M SOME KIND OF PEST MAGNET OR SOMETHING.&lt;/span&gt; Everywhere I go, there are insects, if not slugs, spiders or lizards, around me! It's grossly eeeww. Okay, I know that didn't make sense at all but &lt;i&gt;that's just kinda how I feel now&lt;/i&gt;. For instance, after sailing on Wed I went to take my shower. It so happened that in my shower cubicle were a slug and two freaking spiders. I totally freaked and started screaming blue murder. Sharmane and Rachel found it ludicrously hilarious, but that is besides the point. Yesterday, I huge moth flew up right in front of me when I was watching Mind Your Language. Again, I screamed like crazy and ran and hid behind Sam, who called me a psychopath. And today, I went to the toilet just to find a stupid lizard behind the door. I ran out of the toilet squealing. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;SQUEALING&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh and a few minutes ago, this gigantic wasp flew into my room and attacked my lamp, which was like 5cm away from my head. It's no surprise that I freaked and screamed. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a phobia of bugs, mind. I just hate them. I hate them with a passion. And it wouldn't hurt if they were wiped off the face of the earth. I don't care if it would unbalance nature or the foodchain or whatever. It's for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bloody bugs, go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116195374040903376?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116195374040903376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116195374040903376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116195374040903376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116195374040903376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-just-great.html' title='Oh, just great.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116187029738496462</id><published>2006-10-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:45.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>After today, I think all the fruitlings, except Qi Xiang, know how two incredibly stubborn females with PMS act when they disagree on a small thing. PMS totally ruined today for me (of course not so much for the others cause they still had each other) and I am never letting it happen again. I felt torn. Booooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the two PMS-ing females are easy and fast forgivers so now we're best friends again. Yeah babeh. Everything always works out. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I know the guys won't understand this at all, but who cares. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fruitlings are going out on the 8th of November! By then my period would have been over so no more PMS for me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I feel full. I just wish I had stayed a little longer for the &lt;u&gt;neoprints&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116187029738496462?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116187029738496462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116187029738496462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116187029738496462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116187029738496462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116166336222905991</id><published>2006-10-24T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Live Messenger</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I can't go online anymore because my messenger isn't working. I tried removing it but a popup saying that there had been a fatal error in installation came up. I tried yesterday, the day before yesterday and today. It was all the same. So no more MSN for me. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just created a layout for Eileen. I think she'll like it. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; But I've gotta ask Wei Lin to code it for me first before I can send it to her. Unfortunately, since my messenger isn't working, I can't ask her now, can I? Especially since she doesn't read emails. Poooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to prove to you all that I can survive without MSN-ing. And if you suddenly see me online, well, I've tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116166336222905991?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116166336222905991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116166336222905991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116166336222905991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116166336222905991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/windows-live-messenger.html' title='Windows Live Messenger'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116139337947147249</id><published>2006-10-21T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:44.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOWZA!</title><content type='html'>Last night I slept at 3+ cause I was MSN-ing our dear Mark Chan, as you can tell from my previous post. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Then then I woke up at 5+ and realised that outside was still pitch black. That was probably because the sun hadn't come out yet and Mark had fried the moon. After that I managed to fall asleep again and woke up at 8:43. I looked out the window and saw the bloody haze. &lt;b&gt;I planned a tanning session at 11 and by then, Jesus, you clear the haze.&lt;/b&gt; I'll see blue skies, and Mr Sunshine spreading his warmth generously over me. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. After that at about 1+ I'll go take my shower then go for D.A.R.E. I can't wait. I've got so much stuffs I need to get off my back. I'll blog about it later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116139337947147249?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116139337947147249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116139337947147249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116139337947147249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116139337947147249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/wowza.html' title='WOWZA!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116136525619959396</id><published>2006-10-21T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:44.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Chan</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; Mark is an orange.&lt;br /&gt;Mark is a cool orange.&lt;br /&gt;Mark is a hot, cool orange.&lt;br /&gt;Mark is a cute, hot, cool oange.&lt;br /&gt;Mark is a kind, cute, hot, cool orange.&lt;br /&gt;Mark is a funny, kind, cute, hot, cool orange.&lt;br /&gt;Mark is a sweet, funny, kind, cute, hot, cool orange.&lt;br /&gt;Mark is a sexy, sweet, funny, kind, cute, hot, cool orange.&lt;br /&gt;He wishes. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116136525619959396?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116136525619959396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116136525619959396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116136525619959396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116136525619959396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/mark-chan.html' title='Mark Chan'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116125315932144531</id><published>2006-10-19T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:44.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bringing sexy back. Haha.</title><content type='html'>Cameron Diaz is 9 years older than Justin Timberlake. Pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today was pretty much just games. People played chess, chinese chess (yes, really), UNO, etc. It got boring after a while. And you know what - poker cards are not allowed. I know, that sucks. Not like any of us &lt;u&gt;girls&lt;/u&gt; are going to gamble, right? If we can't win, we don't gamble. And one person can't gamble on her own. So, pish posh, sucks balls. Oh yeah, we only did work during English period where we went to the computer lab to look up E Coli. &lt;br /&gt;a) The exams are over for God's sake. Why can't we relax? &lt;br /&gt;b) Who fucking cares about E Coli anyway?! &lt;br /&gt;So you see. It's totally irrelevant to everything. Poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, then there was Hui Min, who didn't really. um. enjoy herself. She was pissed cause of some fat arse (need I say who?) who ruined her day. cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I brought my guitar today. ;D Elbert and Jonah showed off playing it. Hah whatever. I was suppose to lend it to Asha for her to ask one of the school councillors to teach her how to play. But in the end she decided against it and now Elbert and I are suppose to teach her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright. I know I'm boring you.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116125315932144531?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116125315932144531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116125315932144531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116125315932144531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116125315932144531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-bringing-sexy-back-haha.html' title='I&apos;m bringing sexy back. Haha.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116116550486476112</id><published>2006-10-18T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:43.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Quiz</title><content type='html'>1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then tag 5 ppl to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 1&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - When It All Falls Apart]&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 2&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - Nobody Wins]&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. They think I always resort to fighting. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 3&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - Speechless]&lt;br /&gt;If I can't help but surrender my everything to him*, yeah, I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 4&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Whats your best friend's theme song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - Mouth Shut]&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 5&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;What was primary school like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - Revolution]&lt;br /&gt;I changed my whole school. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 6&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - Leave Me Alone]&lt;br /&gt;Not get held down. Just walk away after saying some rude words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 7&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - Everything I'm Not]&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to answer this question with any relation to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 8&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - Secret]&lt;br /&gt;Oh my son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 9&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - Mother Mother]&lt;br /&gt;This song will NEVER play at my funeral. I love my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 10&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Veronicas - I Could Get Use To This]&lt;br /&gt;Um I don't know how to answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 11&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera - Ain't No Other Man]&lt;br /&gt;How completely irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 12&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera - Fighter]&lt;br /&gt;Well if you think I'm like that I'M NOT OKAY, guys. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 13&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera - Dirty]&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 14&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;How can you make yourself happy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera - Beautiful]&lt;br /&gt;Make sure nothing even bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 15&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera - Hello]&lt;br /&gt;Live it to it's fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 16&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Christina Aguilera ft Nelly - Tilt Ya Head Back]&lt;br /&gt;There is no freaking relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I TAG&lt;/B&gt; any Tom, Dick or Harry who hasn't done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oms that was so gay. But I enjoyed it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;* * *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was BLAH. Michelle didn't come - she's good, she ponned. Anyway, by today I've gotten every single one of my papers back. The worst one, was Geography, which I got back today. Pretty much everyone got an A. Everyone except &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;, that is, and I really mugged for it. I got 60%. Yeah, I cried my eyeballs out again. For one whole period. Hui Min, Eileen and Sharmane let me cool down by myself, which is amazing. I wish my church friends could do that - JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND NOT HARP ON EVERTHING I DO AND WHY. Urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after the period was over my sweeties managed to make me smile. :) Hui Min, Astrid, Eileen, Sharmane, Taydoor and Qi Xiang. They wrote small letters or just told me stuff that made me laugh. Then there was Astrid who folded The StarRaider for me. :') I really love you guys, and I know y'all must be thinking why I'm so upset over my results. I never cared last time, right? &lt;b&gt;Well I care now&lt;/b&gt; cause this time I really mugged. I mugged like crazy. So when I got back results that didn't hit the standard I set for myself, I got upset cause my rational thinking is that I didn't study enough. After I think it through I know I couldn't possibly have studied more, but yeah. Then other thoughts will come in. Like, &lt;i&gt;"I studied so hard and still get this kind of marks. Means my studying's no use lah, I'm just stupid."&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;"I got into this school by my sailing, and I'll never hit TK's standard no matter how hard I try."&lt;/i&gt; Sooo.. I think you get it. And it really meant a lot to me when y'all made me smile again. :D Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean; now I know that my value, my worth - &lt;b&gt;does not depend on the results I achieve.&lt;/b&gt; Thanks guys, I love y'all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36171264-116116550486476112?l=tubbytuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/feeds/116116550486476112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36171264&amp;postID=116116550486476112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116116550486476112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36171264/posts/default/116116550486476112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubbytuck.blogspot.com/2006/10/yet-another-quiz.html' title='Yet Another Quiz'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</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-36171264.post-116109214818076327</id><published>2006-10-17T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:23:43.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Hello my dear fruit-lings. :) I created this blog just for y'all. Only you guys know the password anyway. No one else will be able to guess. HAH. ;D &lt;u&gt;Anyway&lt;/u&gt;, as you all well know, I cried my eyes out today cause of the results. The wave of emotion only hit when I got back my Lit results. Know something guys? I haven't gotten a single A yet. Not even one. Math, Chinese (duh), Science, History and Lit - not a single A. That's pretty much why I was so upset and angry at myself. I mean like, if I can't get A for Lit, my only hope left is Eng. Yeah I know, that seriously sucks. But I just &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to say that &lt;b&gt;I love Wei Lin, Hui Min, Eileen, Michelle, Sharmane, Dean and Qi Xiang.&lt;/b&gt; OMS, I really love you guys for trying to cheer me up. :) I'm feeling better now, don't worry. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right kay. Hui Min tagged me to do this bloody quiz. :/ I know she's a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 1&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Single, taken or crushing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 2&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Are you happy with your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 3&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;When you meet the right person, would you fall in love with him/her fast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I mean - it's the &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt; person, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 4&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 5&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Do you believe that in some circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 6&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Would you ever take someone back if he/she cheated on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 7&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever talked about marriage with another before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 8&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Do you ever want to have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, no, I don't. Maybe in the future I will though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 9&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;How many?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm 13 for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 10&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Would you consider adoption?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. I could never love someone else's child as I would my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 11&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;If somebody likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let him/her to know your feelings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should call me to tell me. I don't wanna laugh in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 12&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Do you enjoy getting into the relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of retarded question is that? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 13&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Be honest, what's the furthest you and your ex did before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate him. Then I got a fever. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 14&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in first love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like to answer retarded questions. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 15&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, only God can. But he could change them &lt;i&gt;through&lt;/i&gt; me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 16&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Are you romantic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met me? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 17&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;If you could get married anywhere, where would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 18&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Do you easily give up in fighting?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting is for morons who don't have the vocabulary to verbally abuse someone. I, unlike them, do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 19&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever wished that you could have someone but messed it up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 20&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 21&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 22&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy/girl you're deeply in love with, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She (or he, omg) should tell me. Then we can talk about how sexy he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Question 23&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Are you missing someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my grandpa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's the end of this stupid quiz. What a total waste of time. 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