<?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-4633623959249649106</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:13:46.274+08:00</updated><category term='unforgiven'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='tired'/><title type='text'>For that one special kiss.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2375080938882681547</id><published>2011-02-06T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:54:30.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE MOVED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justinaestella-2011.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.justinaestella-2011.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2375080938882681547?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2375080938882681547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2375080938882681547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2375080938882681547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;VE MOVED.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2053014619778739442</id><published>2011-02-06T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:56:30.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like meeting people from online?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Not really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt; 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I bet everyone do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6530524168014600727?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6530524168014600727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-you-ever-watch-porn-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6530524168014600727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6530524168014600727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-you-ever-watch-porn-before.html' title='Have you ever watch porn before ?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-6861721671966371974</id><published>2011-02-06T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:54:51.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You like standing dick with sperm or without?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Wth is wrong with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6861721671966371974?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6861721671966371974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-like-standing-dick-with-sperm-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6861721671966371974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6861721671966371974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-like-standing-dick-with-sperm-or.html' title='You like standing dick with sperm or without?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-8242513983473068463</id><published>2011-02-06T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:54:03.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube or Redtube?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Youtube. What's a redtube?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8242513983473068463?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8242513983473068463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/youtube-or-redtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8242513983473068463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8242513983473068463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/youtube-or-redtube.html' title='Youtube or Redtube?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1158327193951424249</id><published>2011-02-06T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:53:51.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus or train ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt; 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   &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8795942994896074298?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8795942994896074298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-website-you-get-know-most-guys-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8795942994896074298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8795942994896074298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-website-you-get-know-most-guys-or.html' title='What website you get know most guys or girls from?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-6558879351434551964</id><published>2011-02-06T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:53:27.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why the farmer feed his cows with money? Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;cause the cow earn money for him?haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6558879351434551964?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6558879351434551964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-farmer-feed-his-cows-with-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6558879351434551964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6558879351434551964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-farmer-feed-his-cows-with-money.html' title='why the farmer feed his cows with money? Haha.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2346229412205549037</id><published>2011-02-06T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:52:59.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will be the first/last thing that you will do when you know the world is gona end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I'll kiss and hug my love ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2346229412205549037?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2346229412205549037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-will-be-firstlast-thing-that-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2346229412205549037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2346229412205549037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-will-be-firstlast-thing-that-you.html' title='What will be the first/last thing that you will do when you know the world is gona end?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3341030347428827335</id><published>2011-02-06T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:52:47.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the feeling of getting grind by guys in clubbing ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I don't know. I never go club before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3341030347428827335?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3341030347428827335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-feeling-of-getting-grind-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3341030347428827335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3341030347428827335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-feeling-of-getting-grind-by.html' title='What is the feeling of getting grind by guys in clubbing ?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4286409017216190742</id><published>2011-02-06T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:52:35.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How would you feel if im the next president of Singapore? (BAHAHAHAHAHA!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;You better change some laws.hahahaha. I feel, neutral?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4286409017216190742?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4286409017216190742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-would-you-feel-if-im-next-president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4286409017216190742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4286409017216190742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-would-you-feel-if-im-next-president.html' title='How would you feel if im the next president of Singapore? (BAHAHAHAHAHA!)'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7430793865408584890</id><published>2011-02-06T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:51:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>list me your top 3 songs from Arctic Monkeys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I don't even know who the hell is Artic Monkeys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7430793865408584890?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7430793865408584890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/list-me-your-top-3-songs-from-arctic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7430793865408584890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7430793865408584890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/list-me-your-top-3-songs-from-arctic.html' title='list me your top 3 songs from Arctic Monkeys.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-6652530630611228334</id><published>2011-02-06T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:51:44.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do think of me if you dont know me and your first time seeing me ? (random)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;You very quiet.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6652530630611228334?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6652530630611228334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-do-think-of-me-if-you-dont-know-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6652530630611228334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6652530630611228334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-do-think-of-me-if-you-dont-know-me.html' title='what do think of me if you dont know me and your first time seeing me ? (random)'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-126508510649148737</id><published>2011-02-06T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:50:22.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are yours plans in years ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No idea. One step at a time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-126508510649148737?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/126508510649148737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-are-yours-plans-in-years-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/126508510649148737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/126508510649148737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-are-yours-plans-in-years-ahead.html' title='What are yours plans in years ahead.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3581977355172716817</id><published>2011-02-06T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:50:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the best outdoor place to have sex ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Why the hell would you ask me this kinda questions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3581977355172716817?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3581977355172716817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-best-outdoor-place-to-have-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3581977355172716817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3581977355172716817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-best-outdoor-place-to-have-sex.html' title='Where is the best outdoor place to have sex ??'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2065788221370902171</id><published>2011-02-06T17:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:49:38.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How big are your boobs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;LOL.Z.AHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2065788221370902171?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2065788221370902171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-big-are-your-boobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2065788221370902171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2065788221370902171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-big-are-your-boobs.html' title='How big are your boobs?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-9213022188167633813</id><published>2011-02-06T17:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:49:26.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your all time favourite soccer team?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No fav.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-9213022188167633813?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/9213022188167633813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-your-all-time-favourite-soccer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/9213022188167633813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/9213022188167633813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-your-all-time-favourite-soccer.html' title='What is your all time favourite soccer team?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-8157256020937797713</id><published>2011-02-06T17:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:49:25.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the worse brand in singapore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8157256020937797713?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8157256020937797713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-worse-brand-in-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8157256020937797713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8157256020937797713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-worse-brand-in-singapore.html' title='What is the worse brand in singapore?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-9149476899470952904</id><published>2011-02-06T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:49:18.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, who's the lucky Valentine ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hahaha. No one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-9149476899470952904?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/9149476899470952904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-who-lucky-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/9149476899470952904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/9149476899470952904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-who-lucky-valentine.html' title='Hello, who&amp;#39;s the lucky Valentine ?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2967527909436019403</id><published>2011-02-06T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:49:09.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey who are you going out with this Valentine's ? If no one, who would you wish to go with? If its private, How bout a clue on the partners FIRST Alphabet of his/her name ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I don't intend to go with anyone this year.maybe just chillout with friends.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2967527909436019403?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2967527909436019403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-who-are-you-going-out-with-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2967527909436019403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2967527909436019403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-who-are-you-going-out-with-this.html' title='Hey who are you going out with this Valentine&amp;#39;s ? If no one, who would you wish to go with? If its private, How bout a clue on the partners FIRST Alphabet of his/her name ?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7173270351431400184</id><published>2011-02-06T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:48:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u Know that SUFIAN (Septembers) is WORLD and a con man? 
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view this page to see what cons he has made to his ex-gf/friends/family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7173270351431400184?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7173270351431400184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-u-know-that-sufian-septembers-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7173270351431400184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7173270351431400184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-u-know-that-sufian-septembers-is.html' title='Do u Know that SUFIAN (Septembers) is WORLD and a con man? &#xA;http://www.facebook.com/notes/muhammad-syukri/in-remembrance-of-your-birthday-muhammad-sufian-septembers/495378901245&#xA;&#xA;view this page to see what cons he has made to his ex-gf/friends/family'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-5994772327566410792</id><published>2011-02-06T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:46:30.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You like guys with long and thick dick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I don't care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-5994772327566410792?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5994772327566410792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-like-guys-with-long-and-thick-dick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5994772327566410792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5994772327566410792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-like-guys-with-long-and-thick-dick.html' title='You like guys with long and thick dick?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1245830631712074953</id><published>2011-02-06T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:46:02.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the worse place to go in singapore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hmm,No idea eh.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1245830631712074953?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1245830631712074953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-worse-place-to-go-in-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1245830631712074953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1245830631712074953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-worse-place-to-go-in-singapore.html' title='Where is the worse place to go in singapore?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-8679951844000600946</id><published>2011-02-06T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:45:38.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your first impression of me and how has it changed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hmm, first impression.. you damn dao.haha! It changed when you talked to me. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/justinaestella?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask Me Anything!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8679951844000600946?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8679951844000600946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-your-first-impression-of-me-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8679951844000600946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8679951844000600946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-your-first-impression-of-me-and.html' title='What&amp;#39;s your first impression of me and how has it changed?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2029965824480312507</id><published>2011-01-15T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:21:39.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TTB2hbuNxZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eoRjme5KMyU/s1600/165327_1725774354766_1550637794_1761587_645252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TTB2hbuNxZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eoRjme5KMyU/s400/165327_1725774354766_1550637794_1761587_645252_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;okay,bear with me a little bit more. I'm finishing my shanghai dairy soon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sixth Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;It's morning now and I didn't get to charge my phone thanks to the selfish family.And they're not even respectful,no wonder their son..same kind.Fuckers."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's something nasty that I've wrote early in the morning.Because,my aunt asked me to get her a cup of coffee.I did so and she didn't even say a "Thank you".She totally treated me like a maid.Damn!I hate it.&amp;nbsp;Kay,who love it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,we went to the biggest shopping centre in china.It's really damn huge.But it's really boring there because..it's a place for traders.If their shop doesn't have a horse logo,then we're not being able to buy things from that shop.So overall..there's only a few.Oh,don't ask me why I didn't take photo there.B'cause..I was actually fascinated by that place so I clean forgotten about taking pictures ): Bought a pair of black shoe,necklace and a lip balm. After which,heading for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat in the bus for 4 hours before reaching.And meanwhile,my bladder was full.And this is what I wrote in the bus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;It's 1.55pm now,and my bladder woke me up.It needs to be relieve."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's 3.41pm now and I'm still not reaching nowhere.Omg,I really need to pee.5 stars owe me big time if anything happened to my bladder as&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;been tolerating for like near, 2 hours?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally at 6.43pm,I've finally reached shanghai.After dinner,headed to a ship to watch Shanghai night scenery.Damn nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TTB2Y9sblnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JETH1j7Xz5g/s1600/165711_1725791635198_1550637794_1761650_1132309_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TTB2Y9sblnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JETH1j7Xz5g/s400/165711_1725791635198_1550637794_1761650_1132309_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yep.That's my 6th day is about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Letter 1 — Your best friend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 2 — Your crush ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 3 — Your parents ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 4 — Your sibling (or closest rel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ativ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;e) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 5 — Your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 6 — A stranger ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 30 — Your reflection in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;My dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;My dream is to become someone who is famous,to train my voice like Christina Aguilera &amp;amp; rich enough to adopt less fortunate kids from all over the country and start a Orphanage.My dream isn't impossible.It's just almost impossible if it do come true.Being famous isn't because I just wanted to be.I want to be famous for being a great woman with a great voice and a great kind soul.I want a voice like Christina Aguilera because her voice depicts everything out.I want to be rich enough to buy what I want and to care for the less fortunate.I hope this isn't too greedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2029965824480312507?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2029965824480312507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/6th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2029965824480312507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2029965824480312507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/6th.html' title='6th.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TTB2hbuNxZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eoRjme5KMyU/s72-c/165327_1725774354766_1550637794_1761587_645252_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1919430137554781080</id><published>2011-01-08T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T15:52:31.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally,the 5th day of shanghai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgQ_RxFwMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JgiF_-ega6w/s1600/33800_1725687352591_1550637794_1761114_8139469_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgQ_RxFwMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JgiF_-ega6w/s400/33800_1725687352591_1550637794_1761114_8139469_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day in ShangHai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the best day i've ever felt when I'n Shanghai.Because,It snowed.Guess God realized how much I've been suffering with 'em and decided to cheer me up.Anyway,this is what I wrote in my phone when it snowed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Went down for breakfast and omg,it snowed!I think imma lucky star because they say it's quite rare if it snow.But hey!!Who cares,I guessed it snowed for me,yay!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't really showed much expression because there's no one I could share my happiness with.so instead of like, "OMG,IT SNOWED" and starts to run towards the window and be amazed by it, I sat down on my chair and started writing down my emotion in my phone and I gave that " =.=" face when my aunt said "See,your first time looking at snow.",LOL. But seriously,my grandma really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,she wanted watermelon and asked me to pass it to her.I used my hand since there's nobody around and she started nagging/Whining,saying. "Waaaaaaaaa,why use hand?!" And I at that very moment, I was fuming and retorted back and snapped, "Don't use hand,then use leg meh!?" And ended my scream with a rolling eye action. And surprisingly,my aunt laughed. And,I find it super irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,after breakfast..we headed down to "Snake Island".So when I'm on the ship,I took some pictures and really,nothing much to see because it's too foggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgShGkdCmI/AAAAAAAAAVM/M_nimn1nAtw/s1600/steam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgShGkdCmI/AAAAAAAAAVM/M_nimn1nAtw/s400/steam.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There's cold steam above the water like it's burning hot but actually,it was freezing cold.And I was told that this island is four times bigger than singapore.Cool.But at the same time,find it wasteful.&lt;i&gt;Lake so big for what.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So,headed down to snake island and the snakes doesn't really interest me.It's all the sign board which attracted me.For example,this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgTP6SoWAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pR9hR4LtBXE/s1600/sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgTP6SoWAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pR9hR4LtBXE/s400/sign.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously,direct translate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After visiting snake island,my toe was already freezing.And we're on our way to "Mei Fen Dao".We're supposed to seat on the "&lt;span class="f14"&gt;&lt;span class="jc"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;缆车",&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;But because it's under&amp;nbsp;maintenance,alot of people decided to stay in the ship instead of climbing up.At first,I decided to stay in the ship too.But after someone told me that we can go down a long slide,I decided to go!And when I came back,i was really,satisfied.Because the slide was fun,haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgUprUGhOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dgesgfEMzyU/s1600/slide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgUprUGhOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dgesgfEMzyU/s400/slide.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Duper fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;After all the madness,went to "朱国良 City".Nothing much there because I wasn't really listening and the snow started showering heavier and heavier.And I was trying to take as much picture as I could instead of listening to it's history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgVlrW-VTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iWVF7mn8KQc/s1600/snoww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgVlrW-VTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/iWVF7mn8KQc/s400/snoww.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Look how pretty the snow is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,when we're boarding up the bus,we was told that the expressway was blocked due to heavy snow.So they need to go the long way and it took 4 hours to get to the restaurant.So after dinner,I wrote a note down saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Dear God,thanks for snowing for me and let me experience such a wonderful thing,thank you.But I hope you can be a little more selfish this time and keep the remaining snow for yourself.If not,I'm afraid I won't be able to fly back to singapore.It's getting pretty lonely here as time goes by,pleady pleaaseee.Love ya."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was on the way back to the hotel,I wrote down this childlike thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Let me tell you something.I actually thought that snow was fluffy ice made by cloud,but actually..it's nothing much like ice blended.And omfg!The shapes you see in the snowflakes in cartoon is the same in reality!It's darn awesome!Sigh,i hope baby can be with me the next time I'm going overseas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,got back to the hotel and slept like a dead log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!shall blog next time with the letters.Kinda tired now,heh.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1919430137554781080?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1919430137554781080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/finallythe-5th-day-of-shanghai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1919430137554781080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1919430137554781080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/finallythe-5th-day-of-shanghai.html' title='Finally,the 5th day of shanghai!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSgQ_RxFwMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/JgiF_-ega6w/s72-c/33800_1725687352591_1550637794_1761114_8139469_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7947782246590469649</id><published>2011-01-06T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:25:43.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog about my 3rd &amp;amp; 4th day in shanghai since I can't exactly remember everything I did for the 3rd &amp;amp; 4th day.Okay,I remembered seating on a boat at&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="f14" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="jc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;西湖&lt;/b&gt;.It's actually kinda boring because It's just one round and because of the terrible weather over there,we cannot really see those beautiful scenery we've seen in those magazines or pamphlets.Here's the proof on why I'd say the weather was terrible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="f14" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="jc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSSUaqu2QkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jpKfhteywA4/s1600/xh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSSUaqu2QkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jpKfhteywA4/s400/xh.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSSU1JkQZtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/dZmyConKLb0/s1600/xhx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSSU1JkQZtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/dZmyConKLb0/s400/xhx.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the (Above) photo may be photoshop-ed.But,c'mon.Look at the (Below) photo.It's so dull and grey.Even the sky looks sad.So anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a place where they produces teapots,tea tray,whatever tea that you want,you can find it there.It's amazing..If you did listen to what the MC said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSSV7YOyVrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qrUO57Om4i4/s1600/tea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSSV7YOyVrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qrUO57Om4i4/s320/tea.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So,here's a quick summary of what the person said. This is how they make tea leaves to be more rich in flavour.And actually,the pot which the guy uses the hand to rotate around is actually very hot.He didn't get burnt because he's not touching the pot,he's only touching the tea leaves(Okay,I know,common sense.).They add a little oil to it too. So,yeh. Afterwhich we proceeded into a room and they started to promote their teapots and sell em. Brought one for my dad,haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And anyway,on the 3rd or 4th day, we went to this jewelery place too.It's damn stupid because.According to the 5Stars Travelling Agency,it is compulsory to go to this jewelery place even though how much they doesn't wanna go. And the reason why one of the tour guide told us, "It's okay if you doesn't want to buy anything from here.It's really nothing much." Is because..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- The guy who is the owner of the company,DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE COMPANY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- He said he will give us a pendant for free,which was about s'pore hundred bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- He talk to us about his family instead of promoting his jewelery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So obviously, we got so freaked out. And got away from there as soon as we were dismissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway,that's about the places I've gone for that two days.There's more,but I really can't remember.But don't worry!Because when I was in shanghai for the last 4 days,I jotted down in my phone's note,like a dairy.hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now!For the letters..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Letter 1 — Your best friend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 2 — Your crush ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 3 — Your parents ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 4 — Your sibling (or closest rel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ativ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;e) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 5 — Your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 6 — A stranger ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 30 — Your reflection in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 4&lt;br /&gt;Dear Siblings,&lt;br /&gt;TanYuJia: Although you were very fierce last time when I was young,I didn't liked you that much because you were strict.But now that we've grown up,when you're having heart to heart talk with us on the day grandpa left us,it tickles me.It's just funny.Anyway,have a great time in NS and..DON'T COME BACK SO FAST,if not connection always slows down because of you.hahahaha! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TanYuZhi: You're counted as my most guailan brother among the three of them.And ofcause,we can talk things out much easier because we're just a year different.and ofcause,you're the one I always quarreled with in the past.Thinking about it makes me laugh too because now,we always bully and tease our smaller siblings.hahaha!Anyway,stay in NS more.If not you always use desktop.LOL.My lappy lousier so I preferred desktop.HAHA. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JoalinaTan: You're my closest sister.Like obviously,You're my only sister.LOL.Anyway,you can be really really irritating sometimes.but ofcourse,I will miss those times when we're little and we bathed together playing little mermaid and all.HAHA.And times when mama forced me to play with you barbie doll even though I'm growing up.Sigh,bad days.Haha.Anyway,you're secondary 2 now.So stop skipping schools and do what you like.y'know,your church stuff.Love ya. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TanYuLun: Hello baby! Everyone in our house is already used to calling you "baby".Because you're the youngest brother,haha.You're primary 3 now,so be more sensible.And be independant please.And hahaha,you're my cutest brother I've ever had!I love youuu! xoxo (Oh,and stop thinking that 2 dollar,you can buy everything in 7/11) Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;JustinaEstella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7947782246590469649?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7947782246590469649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/whew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7947782246590469649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7947782246590469649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSSUaqu2QkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jpKfhteywA4/s72-c/xh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2518226868597857173</id><published>2011-01-05T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:04:36.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in shanghai (Continued)</title><content type='html'>Well,hello! second of january and I'm writing about my second day in shanghai! And ofcause,today's outing with meiling,ling &amp;amp; baby along with our pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 in shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast in the hotel and went to a lake.I wasn't planning on going down because,it's too windy and the temperature is 4 degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSCwMiRDJII/AAAAAAAAAUo/opncy95Bg54/s1600/166657_1725465427043_1550637794_1760332_5579370_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSCwMiRDJII/AAAAAAAAAUo/opncy95Bg54/s320/166657_1725465427043_1550637794_1760332_5579370_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We can actually go in the gate but it was too windy at that point of time and the people who was in charge on this place locked it up.After this picture and some group picture,I quickly headed back to the bus as my hand was really,really freezing.For a moment I thought my heart was going to stop breathing because it's too cold,LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After which,We went to&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="f14" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="jc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;珊瑚&amp;nbsp;.It's actually a place to know more about that city history. Shan't elaborate much,you'll know more is you google it.LOL.Then after which we went to a restaurant and had our dinner.It's a kind of thai restaurant and we when we stepped in,music was played by the drummer on the side.Makes us looked like we're V.I.P. Anyway,while eating,there was some sort of dancing performance to entertain us.But seriously,they need to put in much effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="f14" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="jc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSCxpUhcY3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/KXjasxl8Q1M/s1600/163697_1725809395642_1550637794_1761701_4515728_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSCxpUhcY3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/KXjasxl8Q1M/s320/163697_1725809395642_1550637794_1761701_4515728_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Soon after we ate finish,the sky was already dark by 5pm.So we went to our last destination for 2nd day.We headed to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSCyW3Cv0fI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zL5aAkmTYr4/s1600/165028_1725584030008_1550637794_1760765_6054486_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSCyW3Cv0fI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zL5aAkmTYr4/s320/165028_1725584030008_1550637794_1760765_6054486_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's a opera place I think.Yup.Anyway,they performed lotsa story like "Madam White Snake" &amp;amp; "Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet". But then again,I'm not the type who loves classical stuff.So,I wasn't really paying attention.But one of it which caught my attention was childrens doing stunts.It's really extremely cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSCznvaPN1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ogJtAO_WxlU/s1600/167017_1725590670174_1550637794_1760786_8036612_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSCznvaPN1I/AAAAAAAAAU4/ogJtAO_WxlU/s320/167017_1725590670174_1550637794_1760786_8036612_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="f14" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="jc"&gt;After this,went back to hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Stayed at home with Baby and joy.Went out around 3pm.Met up with ling and meiling.We headed to Paya Lebar to acompany joy,ling &amp;amp; baby for a job interview at Giordano.The person who interview them were kinda stern-looking.When ling went in,she asked,"Why the three of you all tomboy,I thought the last one who's gonna be coming in will be a girl." LOL. That sounded kind of insulting. Anyway,after their job interview,joy went for life group.And we went to bedok inter to have our breakfast cum lunch cum dinner! Ate curry chicken noodle.The noodle taste good,but the curry doesn't taste like curry.It tastes more like laksa instead!So after this,headed to baby's house.Meiling is sleeping now and Ling &amp;amp; Baby is gossiping now,LOL. Hmm,Tomorrow I'm going over to Simei ITE to buy my uniform. wonder how will I look like in ITE uniform...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;And now,here's the letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Letter 1 — Your best friend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Letter 2 — Your crush ?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 3 — Your parents ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 4 — Your sibling (or closest rel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ativ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;e) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 5 — Your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 6 — A stranger ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 30 — Your reflection in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Dear parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;First of all,happy new year to you two! I know you guys are stress over financial stuff and I'm sorry I couldn't be of any help because of studying.But don't worry because..When there's will,there's a way.(: I'm also sorry for always argue-ing with you guys over trivial stuff and sometimes,I'm really being unreasonable.Oh,so do you guys.LOL.But just to let you guys know I always love you guys even though I don't show it out. Xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Justina Estella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2518226868597857173?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2518226868597857173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/days-in-shanghai-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2518226868597857173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2518226868597857173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/days-in-shanghai-continued.html' title='Days in shanghai (Continued)'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TSCwMiRDJII/AAAAAAAAAUo/opncy95Bg54/s72-c/166657_1725465427043_1550637794_1760332_5579370_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-6264615036697656460</id><published>2011-01-02T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:22:26.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get this started.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TR9ijdvh9dI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MlyqfXvEfpw/s1600/167607_1725702872979_1550637794_1761206_2018925_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TR9ijdvh9dI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MlyqfXvEfpw/s320/167607_1725702872979_1550637794_1761206_2018925_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First of all, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Happy new year&lt;/span&gt; everybody!Do have a great year ahead peeps!Yay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Second day of the first year,I'm gonna write about my trip to shanghai. Trying to keep up the pace..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Back from shanghai a few days back and I'm feeling so stress-free now.A lot of things have been running through my mind and it really kind of mess me up. I couldn't play well,eat well or sleep well. The problem is,the amount I had to pay before I can get my leaving certificate. It may seems like my family is doing okay,well..it is and it still is. But both my dad &amp;amp; mom can only afford to manage our daily expenses. Not for school wise. Therefore, the bill have been pilling up like a mountain. I'm alright with it because, I believe in a phrase.'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;船到桥头&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;自然直'. &lt;/span&gt;So I guess I'll wait &amp;amp; see how it goes,one step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Okay,I got a whole bunch of things to blog. So anyone who's reading this,make sure you got the time. Alright,I shall blog about my shanghai trip,entry by entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;st Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Once I reached Shanghai Airport,it was at first cold &amp;amp; slowly,freezing.I had never thought that it would be so cold!&amp;nbsp;Moreover,I'm the kind of person who's afraid of cold.God,you can't believe how much I've suffer from that bittering cold.Anyway,I cried when we went to the airport KFC. First of all, I was with my grandmother,3rd Aunty &amp;amp; Uncle and their spoiled child(Jared). Nobody was my age group and there's no one to really talk to. So I told my grandma I wanted to buy overseas prepaid while my uncle was&amp;nbsp;queuing up for food and my 3rd aunt said, "Why you want a overseas prepaid for?If it's for contacting boyfriend/friend,then NO!don't buy for her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I was fucking pissed and I cried.Not because I want them to pity me but because I was pissed by what she said. &lt;i&gt;who is she to control who I call? she's my aunt,not my mom. If my mom never say anything about,she can jolly well just shut the fuck up. &lt;/i&gt;So we got out of the fast food restaurant and saw the tour guide. She asked why am I crying and guess what my 3rd aunt said? she said "oh,no la.She first time go overseas,she misses her family lo." Yeh,I know,right? Totally plastic.Kay,anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Went to the first destination, A place in Suzhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TRBlqYUH8gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V9knDX-T2G0/s1600/first+stop+in+suzhou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TRBlqYUH8gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V9knDX-T2G0/s400/first+stop+in+suzhou.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(This photo is taken by another tourist, I grabbed her photo because I didn't take a picture of this place name.So if you're looking at it,sorry for not informing you and I hope that you won't mind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The Local tour guide have a great sense of&amp;nbsp;humor.The way he explain things was hella funny.Anyway,photo's will be uploaded in facebook. This is my favourite picture of this place, isn't it beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TR9cGBpHvZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wmlFZEYhGAE/s1600/165726_1719779044887_1550637794_1747500_7197996_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TR9cGBpHvZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wmlFZEYhGAE/s320/165726_1719779044887_1550637794_1747500_7197996_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After which, we went to '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;观前街'.It's famous for it's old shops.Why old shops?Because it's been build ever since the Qing dynasty.Google the road name and you'll know more about it.It's also especially famous for it's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;贝母贡糖 and 乾隆饼. I didn't took a picture of this place because I was reallly,really freezing.So yup.This is a photo grabbed from another tourist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TR9dNPVZAqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ulQ3rQzltdw/s1600/165683_473304262609_566177609_6498970_5447018_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TR9dNPVZAqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ulQ3rQzltdw/s320/165683_473304262609_566177609_6498970_5447018_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;And finally,after the adults have finished buying whatever they think it's nice.We headed over to suzhou Time Square for dinner.I highly recommend you people,if you're eating at their restaurant,expect nothing delicious.It's really nothing like singapore's restaurants.So anyway,the reason why the tour guide bought us to this restaurant is because,right outside the restaurant,there is this 500+ metres &amp;nbsp;screen above us to let us watch a short clip.It's one of their highlights of the town.I wasn't really amazed by it because it's not really something to be amaze about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TR9dv58xBmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hmpdyaEZVK4/s1600/156362_473304922609_566177609_6498981_1713248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TR9dv58xBmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hmpdyaEZVK4/s320/156362_473304922609_566177609_6498981_1713248_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Grabbed again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;So anyway,went back to the hotel and slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Oh,and before I slept..I lied to my grandmother that I wanted to see if their seven eleven is selling prepaid,actually my main purpose was to buy cigg. Needless to say,my uncle saw me and said he want to acompany me because my grandmother was worried.As if.(You'll know why I said as if when I blog tomorrow.)So I went down with him and he found out that I wanted to buy cigg. He said he would not tell anyone but I know that's not going to happen.Anyway,I didn't bought it because he told me not to buy it from here.He didn't say why and I didn't ask.Because,obviously he's afraid his wife might scold him for not stopping me!So when I went back to the hotel,I manage to came out with another excuse and ran down and bought a pack of cigg which was for foreigners to smoke.When I got back,I walked passed my uncle's hotel room and I heard my 3rd aunty saying,"WHAT?THEN YOU LET HER BUY?". Well,this taught me a very valuable lesson..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never trust &lt;u&gt;adults&lt;/u&gt; except for your parents.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;So yep.That's kinda about it.For just a day.SO MUCH,for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Now,I'm gonna write a letter.Remember the letter thingy I wrote from my previous post?And now,it's time to write a letter for my crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2e2e2e; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Letter 1 — Your best friend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 2 — Your crush ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 3 — Your parents ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 4 — Your sibling (or closest rel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ativ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;e) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 5 — Your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 6 — A stranger ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 30 — Your reflection in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Dear crush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;you do exist last time,but you're not anymore.Because I've got no crush.I got a boyfriend whom I really love alot now and you're just something I had to write about because that's what I'm supposed to do.So,yep.byebye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;amp; now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FORMSPRINGME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Weihan: &amp;nbsp;BABABABABY! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: &amp;lt;3 :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Anonymous: Can I ask you a question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: Uh,duh.This is formspring right?Ask me anything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6264615036697656460?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6264615036697656460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-get-this-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6264615036697656460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6264615036697656460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-get-this-started.html' title='Let&apos;s get this started.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TR9ijdvh9dI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MlyqfXvEfpw/s72-c/167607_1725702872979_1550637794_1761206_2018925_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2212522711360487461</id><published>2010-12-07T15:14:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:34:09.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TP5T1PdaT2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/IP93FhkU3q8/s1600/DSC04423_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TP5T1PdaT2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/IP93FhkU3q8/s400/DSC04423_picnik.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Finally,I'm blogging.But every time when I tried to blog,I feel speechless. I don't know why either,so don't ask me that question. Anyway, baby,joy,eileen &amp;amp; me volunteered to work at marina platform for the marathon event. The first day was boring, very boring. The second day was much more fun, we're doing the counter (Thanks to joey).But seriously, those counter beside us won't shut up. Third day was tiring for our first shift. We're doing the back end. And the P-I-C was having a foul mood,but I guess that didn't affect the us. Only joey because she was the leader. Haha, poor her. By the time we ended our shift one,we're doing shift two at the counter, what luck, teehee! And I got to know this malay dude who was friendly, much older than us. And he's funny.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;And am real glad he wasn't one of those who can't shut up.Haha. Hope to see you soon for those other next&amp;nbsp;voluntary&amp;nbsp;work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The fun part wasn't over yet.We went to my family chalet the next day.Damn tiring because we slept around 2-3am and gotta wake up around 11-12pm to book in.After sending coffee to Julia's house ( She was helping us taking care of coffee for a day.), we went to the chalet and straight away went to wild wild wet.Much thanks to edmund &amp;amp; eileen,&lt;i&gt;hehe&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, had so much fun. But unfortunately, baby forgotten to bring the camera along so we doesn't have a picture to remember. ): Ate at justasia and went back to the chalet and played 'werewolf'. My cousin love the game and insist on playing. So,we didn't sleep till 8am. And we gotta wake up at 10am to book out! Afterall,it's fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Here's all the photo we took in the chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TP5SHXLBesI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lid-dbJJuNc/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TP5SHXLBesI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lid-dbJJuNc/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(More photos uploaded in facebook)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One more thing,I browse through my cousin's blog and found this interesting things to do. So,I'm gonna do it. It's something like, write a letter for that particular person when you blog, once per entry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 1 — Your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 2 — Your crush ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 3 — Your parents ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 4 — Your sibling (or closest rel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;ativ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;e) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 5 — Your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 6 — A stranger ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 30 — Your reflection in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;So..yep. I'm gonna try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Letter 1- Best Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Dear Bestfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;You know who you are,yeh,you. Madeline Lau. Haha! It's really been a long time since we last met up and hang out. I really do miss those time when we slack at this random store at 800plus and seat there all day long,chatting with the shop owner and even got a free turtle key chain from him. It was really in trend that time,right?Haha. And from the day I've met you,your hairstyle really never change.haha! Please,cut a better hairstyle okay?Haha! And really,thanks for everything that you've done for me like bringing me to christ(although I've backslided). But thanks to you, I've changed for the better. Thank you maddog,hehe.Alright,I shall end here. I love you maddy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy 1 Year Anniversary Baby!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finally, It's been a year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;evol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;img class="mrs fbProfileBylineIcon img" height="13" src="http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/zH/r/TyI8Ktypwv9.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-right: 5px; vertical-align: bottom;" width="9" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2212522711360487461?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2212522711360487461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/12/satisfied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2212522711360487461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2212522711360487461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/12/satisfied.html' title='Satisfied.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TP5T1PdaT2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/IP93FhkU3q8/s72-c/DSC04423_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3139624659722017505</id><published>2010-11-26T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:48:46.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of sister is this?</title><content type='html'>What the fuck. Seriously,what the fuck. My sister took my clothes,pants,belt and sweater without permission, I asked her to put them into the washing machine to wash in case I got no clothes to wear if I wanna go out. And guess what, She said NO.She said, "God say sister must share everything.". Wtf? When I was scolding her, she ignored me and prayed?! OMG. Obsessive holy cow! However, I lost my control and started hitting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't admit I'm in the wrong for hitting her. But she's the freaking one who made me fucking pissed. When I was talking some sense in her, She freaking hell started praying to god!? She freaking hell told me everything also must share because god say so?! And saying what "god give blah blah blah sands"?! Or whatever?! Whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously can't take it anymore. She's being very obsessive over god like how people fall for satan. Seriously,One more time..I make sure I'll become a satan to debate with you at home. Trust me,if I fall for satan,I will never stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3139624659722017505?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3139624659722017505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-kind-of-sister-is-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3139624659722017505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3139624659722017505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-kind-of-sister-is-this.html' title='What kind of sister is this?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-6816782766234389007</id><published>2010-11-26T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T02:56:08.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Madness!</title><content type='html'>Bought coffee to the vet yesterday and omg it's like freaking expensive!Thanks to cecania we're able to relieve our burdened hearts!Right baby? And thanks for the blessings too! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had been playing counterstrike for days! And while playing,Joy, baby and me logged in to MSN and started to conference even though joy is just infront of me and baby was just seating at the desktop chair infront of me.And as usual,joy started her craps again.HAHA! Super funny, but I guess others won't find it funny because it's kinda like a inside joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm going to sleep now! Shall blog soon DD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6816782766234389007?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6816782766234389007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/game-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6816782766234389007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6816782766234389007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/game-madness.html' title='Game Madness!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-8060094644059660226</id><published>2010-11-21T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:56:31.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 13th Birthday Sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TOku5U2NDcI/AAAAAAAAATs/KmVHc7aBgPs/s1600/group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TOku5U2NDcI/AAAAAAAAATs/KmVHc7aBgPs/s400/group.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy 13th Birthday once again!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Time flies,my sister is already 13 years old!How I wish I could be 13 again,best teenage years..Anyway.her birthday surprise was plan by her cell group,been long since I've met up with you guys.But thankfully you guys &amp;nbsp;are still heartwarming humans,&lt;i&gt;heehee&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I personally like this picture alot(Although I wear until very I &lt;i&gt;chuckchuck&lt;/i&gt;).Because beside me is both my best friend and sister.And those around us are good people,angels!Oh ya..talking about it,where is prico and purdee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Been doing nothing lately,like &lt;i&gt;taitai&lt;/i&gt;.Not fun at all!I don't want to be a &lt;i&gt;taitai &lt;/i&gt;anymore!(If baby see this I'm sure he'll be very happy,HAHA!) But seriously,I'm lacking fun &amp;amp; entertainment! How I hope I've a chinese orchestra band.Freaking miss the past when I was in primary playing with the band,freaking shiok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright,I'm going to watch my show (K-On!)! Blog soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before I log off,this is for you:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I know you're gonna have a hard time ahead J,but press on.Life still goes on.I really hope that you'd stop hurting yourself physically or mentally alright?Nobody wishes to see you being like this.I always say "this is just parts &amp;amp; parcels of life",but I know I'm just trying to make myself or others feel better.Cry out babe.I'm gonna be here for you.Alright?Chillax!&amp;lt;3 He may not be a good guy and you know how much I hate him. But still, I hope that you guys could patch up if that &lt;b&gt;reallyyyyy&lt;/b&gt; makes you happy. Jiayou! &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FORMSPRINGME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anonymous: I love your dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: Awww,if he knows it he'll be happy! Thank you on his behalf! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Your boyfriend blog so 'quiet'. HAHA.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: I know,right? He don't usually blog even though I've help him edit D:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Oi,your sister must call nicely la tweet. MIA SIA YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: LOL! Since when I MIA?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Do you think your sister need to learn how to peel skin too?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: HAHA! Damn right. I think so too! *Shake hand*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8060094644059660226?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8060094644059660226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-13th-birthday-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8060094644059660226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8060094644059660226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-13th-birthday-sister.html' title='Happy 13th Birthday Sister!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TOku5U2NDcI/AAAAAAAAATs/KmVHc7aBgPs/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4619580016745598980</id><published>2010-11-21T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:14:43.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/10677/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/10677/image.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ok this is me joy ah chok :) hee im now blogging here because everybody is giving attention to all the dogs :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but its ok lol:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;nothing much just posting this dedicated justina lol i hope youll have a great laugh of this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me miss those&amp;nbsp;laughter&amp;nbsp;in school^^tc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;signing off&amp;gt;joyahchok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4619580016745598980?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4619580016745598980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-this-is-me-joy-ah-chok-hee-im-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4619580016745598980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4619580016745598980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-this-is-me-joy-ah-chok-hee-im-now.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-54202426415621430</id><published>2010-11-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:55:54.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored to the maximum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TOezxZIk7cI/AAAAAAAAATo/PxWhhQEQQb4/s1600/DSC04176_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TOezxZIk7cI/AAAAAAAAATo/PxWhhQEQQb4/s400/DSC04176_picnik.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY IS SO AWSOME i miss her irritatingness and jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-54202426415621430?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/54202426415621430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/bored-to-maximum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/54202426415621430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/54202426415621430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/bored-to-maximum.html' title='Bored to the maximum.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TOezxZIk7cI/AAAAAAAAATo/PxWhhQEQQb4/s72-c/DSC04176_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-59563469949423608</id><published>2010-11-18T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T02:02:14.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unforgiven'/><title type='text'>Eyebags,Red eyes &amp; Tired mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can’t sleep.And there is nothing left for me to do since you’ve helped me with the chores.Don’t think I’m done with you.You lied to me.And I know very well what’s going to happen later on in the morning.I’m not going to stay pissed but I will never forget.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TOQXrhJX12I/AAAAAAAAATg/hcl-FI37OuQ/s1600-h/DSC04142%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC04142" border="0" alt="DSC04142" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TOQYpFTGcrI/AAAAAAAAATk/rW7xxLjfW3Y/DSC04142_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="255" height="259"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coffee’s doing great.I hope I understand him more though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-59563469949423608?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/59563469949423608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/eyebagsred-eyes-tired-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/59563469949423608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/59563469949423608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/eyebagsred-eyes-tired-mind.html' title='Eyebags,Red eyes &amp;amp; Tired mind.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TOQYpFTGcrI/AAAAAAAAATk/rW7xxLjfW3Y/s72-c/DSC04142_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-8194079868083718540</id><published>2010-11-17T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:37:29.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb.</title><content type='html'>I'm blue today.I feel so freaking wretched today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't he just understand what a girl wants/feel?You always ask me to think about how you feel and how your mother would react if you stay over my house on weekdays,how about me?I'm a girl and I didn't sleep at my own home for 3 days,how does that make my parents feel?You want to respect your mother..then I don't have to?Not everything is just about you.Your mother will threaten to throw my clothes out of your house if you stay at my house,did my parents do that?Do you know how I felt when I saw that message?I felt so fucking pissed. I wanted to tell you "If your mother want to throw,just throw.Don't have to message and inform."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what?I'VE CURFEW AT YOUR HOUSE,NOT MINE! what a pathetic joke.When I can't sleep,all I can do is just TOSS AND TURN AROUND because you're sleeping like a dead log! I can't walk,I can't talk,I CAN'T EVEN USE THE LAPTOP BECAUSE YOUR MOM WILL COMPLAIN IT'S BRIGHT AND NOISY!! truth to be told,I dread going to your house when your mother is at home.There's no other ways to say this,but I'm still gonna say no matter how awful it sounds. You're just like a mommy boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told me so with ease that you are willing to stay over for tonight.When I asked you if you want to go off with liszel and alif,you hesitate.And finally,you told me "morning I come over okay?".Haha,no need.next time,if you're unwilling,tell me so.I don't want to be treated like your ex-girlfriend.when you don't wish to stay over at her place,you still do because she'd be angry.I'LL BE MORE FUCKING ANGRY IF YOU LIE TO ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8194079868083718540?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8194079868083718540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8194079868083718540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8194079868083718540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/numb.html' title='Numb.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2008536170084100758</id><published>2010-11-14T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:48:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coffee the schnauzer instead of Tebbie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TN-hi3wQr6I/AAAAAAAAATM/OxOYsapv9tM/s1600/73932_1652814650819_1550637794_1618175_7205556_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TN-hi3wQr6I/AAAAAAAAATM/OxOYsapv9tM/s320/73932_1652814650819_1550637794_1618175_7205556_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tebbie's owner can't bear to rehome him so we went on a search and voila! We found coffee!He's very cute,although he's not used to have us around yet. It takes time,and I've it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought him a new collar and it's nice on him.Yay,feel so happy now,&lt;i&gt;hehehehehehehe&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm logging off now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye readers.&amp;nbsp;c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2008536170084100758?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2008536170084100758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-coffee-schnauzer-instead-of-tebbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2008536170084100758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2008536170084100758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-coffee-schnauzer-instead-of-tebbie.html' title='It&apos;s Coffee the schnauzer instead of Tebbie!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TN-hi3wQr6I/AAAAAAAAATM/OxOYsapv9tM/s72-c/73932_1652814650819_1550637794_1618175_7205556_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-8545652847172845548</id><published>2010-11-13T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:22:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tebbie the poodle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TN11jL7fcqI/AAAAAAAAATI/eiyP5wTjPgI/s1600/poodle-toy-red-bronson-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TN11jL7fcqI/AAAAAAAAATI/eiyP5wTjPgI/s320/poodle-toy-red-bronson-01.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is how tebbie looks like,but much cuter! This is taken from google anyway,haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tebbie will be rehome to me in 2 weeks time because the owner still can't bear to let tebbie go.I would feel the same if I were them.But it's alright, they're welcome to my house to visit tebbie if they want to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow,baby and me is going to visit some pet shop to shop for tebbie's stuff as tomorrow's training is cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;alright,short post for today.baby is beside me and i'm gonna sleep real soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nights everyone&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FormspringMe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anonymous: Do you think madeline needs to take care of her brother and kana scolding? LOL ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: I know who you are, my god damn sister. -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lansi Weihan: I love you baby&amp;lt;3 L.weihan was here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: I love you too baby. &amp;lt;3 (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8545652847172845548?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8545652847172845548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/tebbie-poodle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8545652847172845548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8545652847172845548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/tebbie-poodle.html' title='Tebbie the poodle!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TN11jL7fcqI/AAAAAAAAATI/eiyP5wTjPgI/s72-c/poodle-toy-red-bronson-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-8940341524488016672</id><published>2010-11-07T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:07:01.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injections?NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNaiAuuBFuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZeQx-xSe2ug/s1600/je.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNaiAuuBFuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZeQx-xSe2ug/s320/je.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello readers! I'm back home from steamboat! And now my cuzzies are at my house for dinner. And they're outrageously cute! They are playing hide-&amp;amp;-seek with baby and joy, and joy hid inside my sis wardrobe and guess what, the screw came loose and she topple down,haha! She's fixing it now,so if yj you're reading this,no worries.haha! And my cutest baby hid in the toilet.The main purpose wasn't really hiding, she was bathing! And my cute cuzzie geraldine gave up,haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my big brother is going in to camp tomorrow.I wanna go but I doubt I can wake up. Bon voyage, I'll miss you....not.HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!And look at my title, it says "Injections?NO!". I'm supposed to go to a clinic to get an injection to prevent illness when I go overseas(I think). I'm scared of it because when I was injecting my P6 injection,my arm cramped like fuuuuuuccckk. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't been doing anything now..Wanna look at my pet society pet? She's uber cute and her name is Estel. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNaja3SyEmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t_9Hjz_c4Bk/s1600/CUET+E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNaja3SyEmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t_9Hjz_c4Bk/s320/CUET+E.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And look at the lovely house I've made for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNajlbOfS3I/AAAAAAAAATA/VCbIIrPaMTo/s1600/CUE+HOUSE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNajlbOfS3I/AAAAAAAAATA/VCbIIrPaMTo/s400/CUE+HOUSE.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pinkish?I Loike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh! I brought her lot's of delicious looking cake but I can't bear to let her eat it because it look soooo nice and pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNaj2WsS5nI/AAAAAAAAATE/KcPdql6JxoE/s1600/DELICIOUS+CAKE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNaj2WsS5nI/AAAAAAAAATE/KcPdql6JxoE/s400/DELICIOUS+CAKE.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Haha,random much but it's fun to talk about things like that. Somehow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, I wanna join in their game now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Night readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FormspringMe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Putri: Follow me at formspring (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: Followed. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8940341524488016672?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8940341524488016672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/injectionsno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8940341524488016672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8940341524488016672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/injectionsno.html' title='Injections?NO!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNaiAuuBFuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZeQx-xSe2ug/s72-c/je.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-581207180813605109</id><published>2010-11-06T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:47:33.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TFsAzCz_m5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qHNY0wEbsYQ/s1600/Picture+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TFsAzCz_m5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qHNY0wEbsYQ/s320/Picture+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wow,I slept for 13 hours!Oh,how i hate sleeping so much.Anyway,I'm going off to basketball practice very soon.And stupid xj can't make it because of her personal stuff,argh.And we had plans!Me and baby,we're gonna have steamboat since our anniversary is the same date as basketball practice.Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright,I shall prepare now if not I'll be late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bye people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FormspringMe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anonymous: Until now you don't know who i am!LOL.Stupid:D GO SHANGHAI BUY THINGS FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: I don't play guessing games madeline/joalina.Whoever you are,haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: heyyy just came across your bloggg, are you lesbian? your partner looks gay lol. :P stay gorgeous aite x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: Lesbian is someone who is just interested in girls. But I'm interested in butch and guys, I'm a bisexual. And my boyfriend is a butch,you're right. Thanks for the compliment. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-581207180813605109?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/581207180813605109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleeping-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/581207180813605109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/581207180813605109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping beauty.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TFsAzCz_m5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qHNY0wEbsYQ/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2728667653786758733</id><published>2010-11-03T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:56:24.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORMSPRINGME</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FormspringMe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anonymous:When coming tampines to find mervyn and me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Replied: Haha,you're either kelson or weisen. Hmm,I'm not sure,maybe let's go for a poolside party again at mervyn house?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous:Give me a kiss too!:D:D LOLOLOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Replied: If you're a girl-friend of mine,I would. But if you're not,then I'm sorry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: A-Z,what's your favourite alphabet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Replied: It would definitely be "J" because it's my name's initial!(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2728667653786758733?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2728667653786758733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2728667653786758733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2728667653786758733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/formspringme.html' title='FORMSPRINGME'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4407429687378428853</id><published>2010-11-03T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:04:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thoughts &amp; feelings x2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNEhtx0Dr9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Bax6LNaMm6s/s1600/75709_1632138853937_1550637794_1580558_1861977_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNEhtx0Dr9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Bax6LNaMm6s/s320/75709_1632138853937_1550637794_1580558_1861977_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hello readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Back to home after fetching my baby brother.Today's weather is like damn humid.I kept complaining to baby like nobody's business.And my stupid baby brother kept leaning on me in the bus!Like extra hot,argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyway,My anniversary is drawing nearer and nearer.Excited because we're going to marina barrage to fly kite!It's like making my dreams come true!Talking about dreams..I had the worst nightmare in 2010!I dreamt that a guy wanted to rape me and I screamed "HELP!MOLEST!RAPE!" and afterwards,I woke up with tears.It probably just triggered my past.Luckily,baby was there and hugged me.sweet&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about "Freak", I kind of stop writing down my thoughts about him because his girlfriend,smiles,asked me to stop writing because she doesn't want freak to be unhappy.I've given my words I'll try to stop and now I did it.Poor smiles. Freak even accused me making them quarrel,like &lt;i&gt;wth&lt;/i&gt;.If freak isn't that sensitive and stop dragging down smiles over or dispute,he wouldn't have quarreled with her because this is not even smiles problem.This problem is between me and freak.And if freak were to stop himself back then,then there weren't be anything like this happening.Whatever it is,freak is stupid. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,Logging off now.Watching movies at baby's house,yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FormspringMe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Meiling:What happened!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: Just look at my post and you'll know what happened.(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: If I go out,father will scream at me! And lil brother is alone at home:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: Why would he scream at you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4407429687378428853?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4407429687378428853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-thoughts-feelings-x2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4407429687378428853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4407429687378428853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-thoughts-feelings-x2.html' title='Just thoughts &amp; feelings x2'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TNEhtx0Dr9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Bax6LNaMm6s/s72-c/75709_1632138853937_1550637794_1580558_1861977_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-6109939908510882786</id><published>2010-11-02T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:00:10.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens for a reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;everything happens for a reason..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why freak did this kind of cruel stuff is because he's abusive? Or can you &amp;nbsp;name any others out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,A friend name "S" commented on my status regarding freak. She told me not to write about this thing anymore in case anything bad happen. I would like to say, Thank you for your concern.And I'm sorry to say I won't stop writing down my thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is what Freak posted on his wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM_Nq-so8cI/AAAAAAAAASk/WzoytvY_5KQ/s1600/1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM_Nq-so8cI/AAAAAAAAASk/WzoytvY_5KQ/s400/1.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And what I said was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM_OYwH8EZI/AAAAAAAAASo/RAK25a917Ik/s1600/2%5D.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM_OYwH8EZI/AAAAAAAAASo/RAK25a917Ik/s400/2%5D.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM_OvvXy-QI/AAAAAAAAASs/zsWVcSbTy2k/s1600/3.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM_OvvXy-QI/AAAAAAAAASs/zsWVcSbTy2k/s400/3.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And the best thing about it was,someone from his side,once,agreed with what I've said. And won't support him just because he's their friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;*Typing has been changed to protect identification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM_SeK7wJbI/AAAAAAAAASw/H-JRj8isdIo/s1600/5.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM_SeK7wJbI/AAAAAAAAASw/H-JRj8isdIo/s400/5.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And yes,I agree with what this righteous sender had said. Differentiate what's right &amp;amp; what's wrong. Don't cover up for your friends mistake just because they are your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Shall blog later, toodles &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6109939908510882786?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6109939908510882786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-happens-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6109939908510882786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6109939908510882786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything happens for a reason.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM_Nq-so8cI/AAAAAAAAASk/WzoytvY_5KQ/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2570392873756646277</id><published>2010-11-02T03:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T04:12:44.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incorrigible piece of shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8c_XjTPqI/AAAAAAAAASc/jmPkGJfvAPo/s1600/12117618342049654957DooFi_Turd.svg.med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8c_XjTPqI/AAAAAAAAASc/jmPkGJfvAPo/s1600/12117618342049654957DooFi_Turd.svg.med.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case people don't understand what my title was trying to tell you, here's a summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A person name freak was my friend.He had a girlfriend name smiles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They came to my birthday party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freak was drunk and was taking out on smiles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While we were talking, freak got&amp;nbsp;agitated&amp;nbsp;and started to whack smiles!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiles didn't retaliate because she's numb or so I thought.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiles became over emotional and broke a bottle into half and ask freak to kill her instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freak didn't do it, but continue punching her face, pulling her hair &amp;amp; dragging her around like a piece of rag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freak injured smiles index finger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, freak dragged her to the beach and started her "drunk drama".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suddenly, smile screamed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freak scarred her face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Police arrived.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiles landed in the hospital.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a pretty deep cut on her index finger,&amp;nbsp;stitching had to be done twice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A 4cm cut scarred her face, forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freak wasn't&amp;nbsp;remorseful. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the witness were &lt;i&gt;freaaaaking &lt;/i&gt;pissed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's just how the story unfolds.There's more to it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,what? You wanna know what I posted on my facebook wall?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8W1AEtEZI/AAAAAAAAARg/vMQr9UsqD6E/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8W1AEtEZI/AAAAAAAAARg/vMQr9UsqD6E/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;*Freak was talking about the incident which happened at DTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The reason why Freak caps the "NOT ONLY INTO PRISON" is because, I posted on my wall saying "Hope that he will be kept in prison". Don't ask me why I didn't print screen my post.Because I couldn't find it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, after what freak said, I post on my wall again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8ZJqkx4LI/AAAAAAAAARw/R4aKFn_EbBQ/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8ZJqkx4LI/AAAAAAAAARw/R4aKFn_EbBQ/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; after what I've said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8Z9GMtGGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XmFR4ekEkDQ/s1600/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8Z9GMtGGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XmFR4ekEkDQ/s400/3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vulgarities,vulgarities.. Anyway, so I wrote this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8ak6HMYuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/XoX6eOdWyg8/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8ak6HMYuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/XoX6eOdWyg8/s400/4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8bbJ1zBFI/AAAAAAAAASY/rY4fWbaG_CY/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8bbJ1zBFI/AAAAAAAAASY/rY4fWbaG_CY/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; That's kinda like the end of it because he didn't reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! And for those who even liked his status:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wake your damn mind up. So you like him to slash his girlfriend?&amp;nbsp;Psychopathic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's 4.06 am now! I'm blogging and baby's watching his favourite show. I'm flying to shang hai on 12th or 14th. I'm gonna miss baby D:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, I'm going off to sleep soon. Goodnight readers, sweet dreams. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2570392873756646277?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2570392873756646277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/incorrigible-piece-of-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2570392873756646277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2570392873756646277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/incorrigible-piece-of-shit.html' title='Incorrigible piece of shit.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM8c_XjTPqI/AAAAAAAAASc/jmPkGJfvAPo/s72-c/12117618342049654957DooFi_Turd.svg.med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-5658866387661300813</id><published>2010-11-01T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T16:03:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot calling the kettle black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5u1nrTYEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IZquNHBxcTo/s1600/je.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5u1nrTYEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IZquNHBxcTo/s320/je.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi peeps, I'm blogging now because I'm free &amp;amp; bored! Currently waiting for baby to come over my house. Anyway, I've decided to go shanghai with my granny and aunt and maybe my beloved cousin,kimberly! It's gonna be hell loads of entertainment if she's coming but she most probably can't come because of some stuff. Really do hope she'll be able to join me and kill my boredom! Going for a week, and that means I can't see/feel/touch my baby for a week! I'm so gonna miss him, D:! He better not be unfaithful to me, wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't watch "child's eyes" when we got there, it's full. So we decided to watch "Last Exorcism" instead. I'd rate it 7/10 though. It's is documentary but it's not true. I mean, if you were to make a documentary, make it true. And it's so funny how the guy said it was a documentary but said to a woman they're making a movie. Bloopers? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I took some photos with baby, here's some of my favourites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5w-LvNdwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ENAa6ktR0Dk/s1600/jee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5w-LvNdwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ENAa6ktR0Dk/s320/jee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5xE15qz9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/3NMcHz-IiFk/s1600/pb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5xE15qz9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/3NMcHz-IiFk/s320/pb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5xNiwJ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4r74wu-aHXg/s1600/jj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5xNiwJ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4r74wu-aHXg/s320/jj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chio right!I'm the photographer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya! And today yesterday I came across this woman's facebook again. Well, I'd call her devil since I hate saying out her name. This devil once scarred a person's face. Morever, It's her partners. She tossed her around like a toy infront of me and some friends. We tried to stop but to no avail, she landed her partner into a hospital. like this wasn't enough, she did so a few times previously. What a bitch! And now, there's a recent murder case at Downtown East and she wrote on her wall hoping that those murderer would be brought to justice. What a hypocrite! She said they should be sentenced to death! SHE SHOULD BE THE ONE TOO. I've never seen someone so cruel, such a devil! She made her partner disfigured and she didn't dare to go to the hospital when her partner was warded. Because she's afraid of police,afraid to go to jail. SAME KIND AS THE MURDERER. I hate you, a fiend. Tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FORMSPRINGME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anonymous: Your bf have a fucked up face, did a truck smash him up?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Hello anonymous. I may not know who you are but it's very wrong to insult a person like this. who knows maybe you don't look that great either? Don't judge a book by it's cover. You may say he looked fucked up but to me, he's have the cutest face I've ever seen &amp;amp; I love it. And nope, a truck didn't smash him up. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling:hey relink me. iamannoyingso.blogspot.com(: n meiling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello babe, relinked. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Hello:D Enjoy your night out while i'm home doing nothing!:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello,haha. I will enjoy my night. Go out and have some fun too.(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-5658866387661300813?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5658866387661300813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/pot-calling-kettle-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5658866387661300813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5658866387661300813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/11/pot-calling-kettle-black.html' title='Pot calling the kettle black.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5u1nrTYEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IZquNHBxcTo/s72-c/je.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4424981003563185875</id><published>2010-10-30T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:54:36.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Title says it all. Gonna watch "Child Eye" with baby today, yay! Been long since we last went out together to watch a movie. He's having O level and had been studying like hell,finally saturday, his mine! hehehe. Anyway, the reason why I'm blogging now is because I'm bored. Ya,same old reason. Haha. Hadn't been meeting friends up recently. For example, joy. She's working now and doesn't have the time to meet up. Meet up soon kay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaaaa, I just joined a basketball team and I think it's gonna work out well. Yayweee, wanna start training asap. It's been long since I've&amp;nbsp;a real match with other girls. But it's really funny how we get so angry when we're having a match, like instant enemies, haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I posted pictures of my avatar in my Facebook of "It Girl", and julia said "haha!justina play dress up!". I find it funny too because, no matter how people say I've grown up, something still remain the same. And I bet some girls do play dress up games.. Like me! I do play dress up games, only when I'm bored. And to what extend? Lookie this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1100.photobucket.com/albums/g406/justinaestella/When%20Im%20Bored/?action=view¤t=MOIBORED.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture 1" border="0" height="213" src="http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g406/justinaestella/When%20Im%20Bored/MOIBORED.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1100.photobucket.com/albums/g406/justinaestella/When%20Im%20Bored/?action=view¤t=MOIBORED2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Picture 2" border="0" height="212" src="http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g406/justinaestella/When%20Im%20Bored/MOIBORED2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute much?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've blog enough. Blog again when I'm free/bored. Bye peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FormspringMe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: You are seriously wasted on your bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Replied: Hello anonymous, I may not know who you are or what are you trying to say. But personally, I think that he's kinda of a great guy. Nobody's perfect, and I feel like he's good enough to me. Although sometimes we may quarrel, but it's just normal isn't it?(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Break up with him!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Replied: Hello anonymous(again), I don't see why I should break up with him when I love him and vice versa. But if you're asking me to break up with him because you think I'm suffering, then thanks for you concern, really. It's great to know a friend caring for me. But he's not always such a jerk. At times we all may be a jerk, sometimes or somehow in a way or another. So.. yeh. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4424981003563185875?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4424981003563185875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4424981003563185875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4424981003563185875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-tonight.html' title='Movie tonight!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g406/justinaestella/When%20Im%20Bored/th_MOIBORED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3908639693202956706</id><published>2010-10-29T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T01:45:03.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All we wanted was somebody to care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TMm0m9ubDhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/m94WGOPPiNI/s1600/20849_1465237881517_1550637794_1180458_3888128_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TMm0m9ubDhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/m94WGOPPiNI/s320/20849_1465237881517_1550637794_1180458_3888128_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How long can we last?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want it to be forever. But my sensitivity is getting in the way. day after day, I've became more and more sensitive, I can't even forgive myself. His friend's girlfriend merely said "ALL THE BEST!" for his exam, I could get myself so fucked up I started to get him fucked up too. I was wondering, why would she say that when she never even speak to him once? Seriously, I got no freaking idea but I already told myself I'm not gonna care from today onwards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That jessica too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't wanna know and I don't want to care. Call it self denial, but it's the best. I don't want to be so fucked up like his ex. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3908639693202956706?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3908639693202956706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-we-wanted-was-somebody-to-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3908639693202956706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3908639693202956706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-we-wanted-was-somebody-to-care.html' title='All we wanted was somebody to care.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TMm0m9ubDhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/m94WGOPPiNI/s72-c/20849_1465237881517_1550637794_1180458_3888128_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3638842214369323180</id><published>2010-10-23T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T14:40:40.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only exception.</title><content type='html'>After N level, there's really nothing much to do.I wanted to work, but nobody is there to help me take care of my baby brother. Life's a bitch huh, I could've work my ass off and earn money to shop and eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna go to the movies with me and zhilin on 28th or 30th october? Let's watch "The Last Exorcism." :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Formspring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa:you cb, got suzie name. don't have alif and my name. you are! That's it!&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lis! Don't be so agitated laaaa, there's so many people you expect me to remember every name? And maybe I did write your name, but while doing it, accidentally deleted. I remember you in my mind can already la:D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Justina very pretty. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aww, Thanks. You must be pretty too :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3638842214369323180?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3638842214369323180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-exception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3638842214369323180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3638842214369323180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-exception.html' title='The only exception.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3234211794931424394</id><published>2010-10-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:05:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Thanks To Everyone! xoxo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Firstly, I would like to thank all these people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LansiWeihan(Baby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy(Buddy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madeline(BFF)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joalina(Lil Sissy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joycelyn Jiejie(Cousin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexis(Cousin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WenYuan(Korkor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Adonia,Aisha.S,Alfred,Amalina,Amos,Ahyang,Ahpui,Alvina,Amira.M,Aaron,Apple,Aydaa,Alvin,Alton,Adam,Ariel,Alex,Amanda,Alicia,Ahyul,Angeline,Angelin,Azan,Amanda.L,Alexander,Azzizat,Azan,Armound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;BooWee,Beverly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Chufei,Charmaine,Caleb,Cheryl,ChengEe,Cheryl.L,Cuixia,Celestine,Christopher,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Dion,Dylon,David,Desmond,Daphne,Dominique,Dion.L,Derrick.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Eileen,Eunice,Elizabeth,Edward,Edmund,Elaine,Edwin,Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Faizura,Fifi,Felicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;GuanYong,GoMi,Germaine,Genevieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Hadi,HuiHui,Hong.B,HoShen,Hazrina,Hafeez,HuiSi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Ila,Icha,Ivan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Joyce,Joanne,Jonathan,Justun,Joshua.H,Justin,JunHan,Yi,JieKai,Jeffery,Jason,Jane,Joseph,Julius,Julia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;KerHong,Keith,Katherine,Kenneth,Kenneth.C,Kumiko,Kenric,Kelly,Karen,Kader,KeeWee,Kelson,Kenneth.T,KunJie,Ken,Kevin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Lena,Ling,LiWei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Min,Marcus,Maverick,MeiFang,Michelle.T,Minnie,Milstein,Mr.Wallace,MiaoiQi,Michelle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Nigel.M,Nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Philene,PhoShen,Phedra,Purdee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;QiYing,QingXian,QiXuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rebecca,Rauf,Rina,Ryan,Rachel,Raymon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Shanice,Suzie,Sixian,Shona,Shervelle,Stephanie.L,Shawn,Syikin,Soul,Slyvia,ShiHui,Sherann,Sokkan,Shafiq.K,Seri,ShiJie,ShuYee,SiQi,SaBri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;TianEn,Tiffany.B,Taufiq,TeckKong,Tani,Taufiq.G,TatYi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Umira,Valerie,Victor,Vanessa.Y,Vanessa.T,Valerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Wilson,Weizhen,Weisen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Xinxue,Xinjie,Weimin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Yui,YuKai,YuPei,YeeMing,YongWu,YuQing,YingJie,YangZhou,Yvonne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Zesh,Zira,Zili,ZhongHao,ZhengWei,Zenri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Thank you once again!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; now, a piece of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something happened yesterday night, &amp;amp; no one wanted that to happened. But it just did. I can't believe what I saw, you're such a monster. When I known you, you weren't like this, okay..maybe not that worse. But now? WORST. You've made me felt disgusted &amp;amp; angry. No,not only me..EVERYONE who was there. I will never contact you anymore, you're not a friend anymore. My parents were right, this kind of friend will only lead me to trouble. I shouldn't be so naive anymore. If you wanna buy glue,buy it yourself, don't drag me down with you. If you wanna use getting drunk as an excuse, go ahead, I won't stop you anymore because someone will stop you. I hope you know what you're doing. She's a freaking girl, you're a girl too. Do you like it if someone treat you like this too? Your attitude sucks, because you only care about yourself and not your girl feeling. You're being hated by us. You ruined my day, MY SPECIAL DAY. Think about it please. If this happen next time, I will not hesitate to go to the police and I would definitely wish you'd learn your lesson. If you wanna beat me because of this, fine with me. Because I know I'd never said or did anything wrong. What I say now is my thoughts, my feeling. I SAW EVERYTHING THAT NIGHT, MY FREAKING NAKED EYE. She loved you too much, that's why she's blinded. &amp;amp; you?Do you even cherish? fuck yourself. You won't learn,you never will. You're mental sick in the mind, a physopath! A monster in a human skin, freak! Buzz off from my life from YESTERDAY onwards. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3234211794931424394?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3234211794931424394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/much-thanks-to-everyone-xoxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3234211794931424394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3234211794931424394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/much-thanks-to-everyone-xoxo.html' title='Much Thanks To Everyone! xoxo.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-6763912771019106163</id><published>2010-10-14T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:32:46.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you be there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TLaGpxI5iyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RV4s_4EQbxw/s1600/JE9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TLaGpxI5iyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RV4s_4EQbxw/s320/JE9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If i were blue, would you be there for me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; whisper in my ear that's okay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you stand by me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me hold you tight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; say you love me one more time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I feel good, would you slow dance with me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; touch my lips with tender loving care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you die for me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Put your arms with me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And never look back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you be there to love,to be with me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you say that you will also be the one?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To take my breathe away?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you be there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6763912771019106163?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6763912771019106163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/would-you-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6763912771019106163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6763912771019106163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/would-you-be-there.html' title='Would you be there?'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TLaGpxI5iyI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RV4s_4EQbxw/s72-c/JE9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-5049240016758283102</id><published>2010-10-11T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:54:50.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about photoshop!</title><content type='html'>Hello readers,&lt;br /&gt;I've been really lazy to blog thus it led to my blog being dead D:&lt;br /&gt;But I decided to blog because I'm bored.let's talk about photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually realised that photoshop is so freaking plastic yet awesome.some people use photoshoot to make themselves look damn pretty or sexy but yet they look so ... in real life. Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: If they are fat, they can transform into ultra skinny with just a mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TLMVuVKlMwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Qub7B9ZmK_s/s1600/hahaha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TLMVuVKlMwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Qub7B9ZmK_s/s1600/hahaha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Otherwise, they can make people look so old and shag.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TLMVXYxEsaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4kNuhBvCQoc/s1600/haha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TLMVXYxEsaI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4kNuhBvCQoc/s1600/haha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Personally, I don't use photoshop. Reason being, I don't know how to use it.LOL. Okay.. even if i know how to, I would not make myself look so plastic. But if I know how to photoshop, I would do a awesome background and others but not my face or booooobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I type enough. My boyfriend is just beside me doing nothing but playing my tie because he wants to watch show with me and I'm neglecting him.haha. Ciaos readers :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-5049240016758283102?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5049240016758283102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-talk-about-photoshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5049240016758283102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5049240016758283102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-talk-about-photoshop.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about photoshop!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TLMVuVKlMwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Qub7B9ZmK_s/s72-c/hahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7051097172488713631</id><published>2010-10-11T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T04:14:36.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Rexy, the new member of our family.</title><content type='html'>I'm super duper happy today! Because, my 2nd brother brought a puppy back and it's freaking cute!! I can't believe it, After all the time I've been "begging" my dad for a puppy, It finally paid off because he finally let us raise a pet. But the sad thing is, I'm not really rexy's owner. but who cares! As long as I love him &amp;amp; he loves me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is rexy! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1100.photobucket.com/albums/g406/justinaestella/Rexy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03675.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rexy." border="0" height="300" src="http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g406/justinaestella/Rexy/DSC03675.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it the most adorable puppy you've ever seen? He's gonna grow up big &amp;amp; strong.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, My birthday falls on 16th October &amp;amp; I'm pretty excited about the upcoming party I'm having. I know it may not sound excited for you because you'll think "come on, it's just 17. What's the big deal?" But for me, I wanna make my birthday celebration a memorable one. You may say it's just 17 but you don't stay 17 forever and you might not know whether it's gonna be your last one. So, cherish everything and live life to the fullest is what I'm doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7051097172488713631?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7051097172488713631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/welcome-rexy-new-member-of-our-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7051097172488713631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7051097172488713631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/welcome-rexy-new-member-of-our-family.html' title='Welcome Rexy, the new member of our family.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g406/justinaestella/Rexy/th_DSC03675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-6132221295299705217</id><published>2010-10-10T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:00:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you baby &lt;3 Babygirl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I love you too baby &amp;lt;3 :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/justinaestel?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6132221295299705217?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6132221295299705217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-you-baby-babygirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6132221295299705217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6132221295299705217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-you-baby-babygirl.html' title='I love you baby &amp;lt;3 Babygirl!!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-286114877844393145</id><published>2010-10-06T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:02:56.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, im not sweet, but do you always go round calling everyone sweet? and by the way,  YOU ARE STILL FWEAKING PWEETY! feeeee-weeeeet! (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I don't go around calling people sweet,(:. And thanks for the compliment :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/justinaestel?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-286114877844393145?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/286114877844393145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/haha-im-not-sweet-but-do-you-always-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/286114877844393145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/286114877844393145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/haha-im-not-sweet-but-do-you-always-go.html' title='haha, im not sweet, but do you always go round calling everyone sweet? and by the way,  YOU ARE STILL FWEAKING PWEETY! feeeee-weeeeet! (;'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1950504954280789625</id><published>2010-10-01T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T03:06:54.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/S9pVBMspZcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e5o0cbgUrJA/s1600/DSC01282_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/S9pVBMspZcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e5o0cbgUrJA/s320/DSC01282_picnik.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright, this is gonna be a draggy post ever.&lt;br /&gt;I came across this "Hate survey" and I realized I had too much to write. So I decided to rant it here instead. They ask me who I hate and I told them &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. Well, I can't use name because she might sue me): anyway.. I don't really hate her. I just dislike how much a loser she is after all the things she've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's older than me. Maybe I should just call &lt;i&gt;her &lt;/i&gt;"old hag".Pretty nice name. Alright, this old hag was being such a loser because she wanna commit suicide just because of something trivial. To think she even know what "juvenile" means.wtf. I mean.. She should've just jump off the building when she said that.Isn't it much contridicting? What a whore. Not only that, she claimed she's prettier than me. Alright, she's not ugly but she's not pretty either. Although she looks nice when she's using her fake eyelashes and make ups. I bet she won't go out without make up. Because, I've seen her photo in her cousin facebook and it sucks.Well,she must've hated natural.Can't be help, her dad looked like a dork. Heard her dad was being such a jerk for having a much younger woman as a fling. Maybe the old hag will get someone much older as a boyfriend.Like maybe her dad's age?LOL. She's just such a whining bitch when she can't buy her ex in friends for sale. Snatching from her ex friends everytime. It's just a game and she get sooo uptight.tsk. She's a one A whore with a serious severe attitudinal problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, feel so much better.Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1950504954280789625?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1950504954280789625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/alright-this-is-gonna-be-draggy-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1950504954280789625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1950504954280789625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/10/alright-this-is-gonna-be-draggy-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/S9pVBMspZcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e5o0cbgUrJA/s72-c/DSC01282_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1113963595677036237</id><published>2010-09-27T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T05:22:53.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday grandma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/7.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Music is what feeling sounds like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First of all, I would like to say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday dearest grandma!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03288.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC03288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;This year, granny had went through difficult time. And this year, she cried on her birthday. Not because she was touched. She was sad. Because her only love wasn't there anymore. I could still remember vividly, how my granny told me and my cousin to go back to the house while she seat down at the front yard, how she say she wants to have a chat with grandpa, and how she told my brother to get a can of beer for grandpa. She was devastated. She had tears in her eyes as she spoke. We could do nothing but stand there, crying with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grandpa, granny is sad. She still can't bear to see you go. We can't bear to see you go either. Please look after her when you're in heaven. Bless her with great happiness and healthiest health. Come to her dream when you're free. Talk to her to kill her loneliness. Dry her tears. And grandpa, are you at sydney, tokyo, australia or somewhere further? I hope you're enjoying your journey. I love you &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1113963595677036237?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1113963595677036237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1113963595677036237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1113963595677036237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-grandma.html' title='Happy birthday grandma!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7723220481670622746</id><published>2010-09-25T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T02:59:21.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday granny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03209_picnik.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friends,Girls." border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC03209_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A sense of humor is a major defense against minor troubles."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;22 September 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had an awesome day be it day or night! First, It was the graduation. Everything was well and we even had fun taking jump shots, snap shots and funny shots. Well, it sucks when I know our school doesn't have a prom night. But it's great because, I still get to hang out with the girls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Teo Heng at Katong Shopping Mall. And I tell you we bunch of girls are madness! readers, you should've seen videos of it but unfortunately, we didn't tape it down. Haha. total madness, sang till 11pm and headed home. Had fun with you ladies ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And today, nothing much. tomorrow's gonna be a big day for my granny because it's her birthday! And i realised something I wished I could realise sooner. I will never want to miss out any of my grandaddy or grannies birthday because we're to expect the unexpected. Although I never once celebrated my granny and grandad birthday (from my mom's side), but I hope they would be okay with it. And now, I do cherish every year with them. &lt;i&gt;Iloveyou all. &lt;/i&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;much loves,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7723220481670622746?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7723220481670622746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-granny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7723220481670622746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7723220481670622746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-granny.html' title='Happy birthday granny!'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1308645556058739809</id><published>2010-09-22T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:33:56.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith and trust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_456307553"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/Love%20Journey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02986.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love" border="0" height="400" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/Love%20Journey/DSC02986.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_456307553"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_456307553"&gt;Tomorrow's graduation day. Butterflies in my stomach, maybe it's because it's the last time i'm gonna see my school friend together as a class. Although I've only known you guys for 2 years, i felt like it's been a thousand. I love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_456307553"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_456307553"&gt;Baby baby baby! It's going 10th month, my birthday is coming and so is my anniversary with you &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" title=""&gt;我爱你很多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" title=""&gt;很多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" title=""&gt;很多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" title=""&gt;很多!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_456307553"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1308645556058739809?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1308645556058739809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/faith-and-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1308645556058739809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1308645556058739809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/faith-and-trust.html' title='Faith and trust.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/Love%20Journey/th_DSC02986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7036057532777583639</id><published>2010-09-19T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:19:42.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;18th September 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at baby's house and went to my house at around 12.30 to take care of my brother, decided to go swimming so we went. It wasn't that fun and exciting because it's just bedok swimmig complex. And I just realised my little brother learned to swim weeks ago. Went home and dad cooked chicken rice, the chicken was delicious but the rice was plain. Baby love my dad's soup. Weird, because I find it quite plain. Anway, went back to baby's house and slept. Kind of a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19th September 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird dream today.And today's plan,nothing. ): Baby is now cleaning his house and I'm playing plant vs zombie, maple and facebook. Now I'm blogging. This shows how bored I am. Wanna go escape theme park with baby! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7036057532777583639?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7036057532777583639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/18th-september-2010-stayed-at-babys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7036057532777583639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7036057532777583639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/18th-september-2010-stayed-at-babys.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2619139003321498748</id><published>2010-09-17T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:54:19.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to handle.</title><content type='html'>You said a million times you loved me, but i realised nobody can last long,&lt;br /&gt;although we pinky promised each other.&lt;br /&gt;There's too much of break ups,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;Even if i covered up my ears,&lt;br /&gt;I could still hear your beating heart that i once heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This were the things I told myself when you broke up with me, and now we're back together again. I'm in dilema, I don't know if this is right. You hurt me so much and yet I love you unconditionally. I think I'm crazed. But now, I'm going to live with it. I'm going to look forward to the future, I don't wanna look back on all these. I'd carry on living like this have never happened before. And I expect you to treat me like how you treated me last time. Please know that my heart have already shattered into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.12.09;will it last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2619139003321498748?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2619139003321498748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-much-to-handle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2619139003321498748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2619139003321498748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-much-to-handle.html' title='Too much to handle.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1231237546882137826</id><published>2010-09-15T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:23:30.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never thought I might see my status bring single.</title><content type='html'>Three cheers for you. You broke my heart once again. And it's never gonna mend. I've done nothing to make you think I'm better off without you. And yet you felt that I'm better off without you. Do you know how much I yearn for your hugs and kisses every day and night? Do you know that I still love you like how I do although I don't show it out? You'll never know huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me to let you cool down. And after letting you cool down you ask me for a break up. what a nice way of breaking up my heart. Thanks. Now, I don't believe in forever. Anymore. Thanks. Thanks alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1231237546882137826?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1231237546882137826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-thought-i-might-see-my-status.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1231237546882137826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1231237546882137826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-thought-i-might-see-my-status.html' title='I never thought I might see my status bring single.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3411427884458163497</id><published>2010-09-15T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:56:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never intended to make you quarrel with your mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't force you like how your ex-girlfriend did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still, I'm sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B'cuz you don't understand me a single bit after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3411427884458163497?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3411427884458163497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-much-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3411427884458163497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3411427884458163497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-much-for-everything.html' title='So much for everything.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1089761403120174765</id><published>2010-09-13T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:37:45.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She said " say something nice"</title><content type='html'>Alright hello peeps,&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first time after don't know how many zillion years after not blogging,&lt;br /&gt;At last i'm blogging here at Justina Estella stupid blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's somethings left in my heart unsaid,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say it face to face to her, i'm totally speechless when she asked me anything.&lt;br /&gt;So blogging might be the best, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;Though our relationship was just merely 9 months going 10 months old, we had gone though lots of obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;Having a relationship is not easy, we had quarrels that makes both our hearts break.&lt;br /&gt;I had a very bad temper i know, i can't control the way i talk to you. Expect by shouting and hurting myself.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you don't like all this, now i'm trying to change all the bad habits away. Shouting and hurting free.&lt;br /&gt;I love you always like how i usually do, whenever i think back those happy memories we use to have.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed to myself and thinking how sweet and cute couple we are, i'm your first longest boyfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;Ever since 1st april i had never changed my heart, i love you like how i usually do &lt;br /&gt;I love you Justina Tan Yanni &amp;lt;3 Always the one that lighten up my day with your smile &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your lovely boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lansiweihan &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1089761403120174765?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1089761403120174765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-said-say-something-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1089761403120174765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1089761403120174765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-said-say-something-nice.html' title='She said &quot; say something nice&quot;'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3232574752180254177</id><published>2010-09-13T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:19:21.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th going 10th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TI0B_DHaWuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BAwA48E292c/s1600/IMG00060-20100806-1918.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TI0B_DHaWuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BAwA48E292c/s320/IMG00060-20100806-1918.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched Resident Evil After Life &amp;amp; it was like way damn nice!! I really don't mind watching it again.&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; all thanks to Liszel &amp;amp; Alif. The best part was the face of Lansi Weihan. He got so scareddddd,heh. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway..Tomorrow's the start of school again. &amp;amp; graduation on 22thSept! Yesssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3232574752180254177?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3232574752180254177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3232574752180254177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3232574752180254177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/thinking.html' title='9th going 10th.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TI0B_DHaWuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BAwA48E292c/s72-c/IMG00060-20100806-1918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-5373615918475164118</id><published>2010-09-08T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:18:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I say,Love is you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TIcpTsG6t9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/DRatipQNNvk/s1600/40957_1554824841135_1550637794_1418552_6993431_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TIcpTsG6t9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/DRatipQNNvk/s320/40957_1554824841135_1550637794_1418552_6993431_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Like finally,Last day of N level for this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today weather is like freaking hell cold! When I walked out of the school front gate,I thought it wouldn't be so cold because I wasn't that cold when I was in the hall. But who knows when vivian &amp;amp; me walked out..It's like winter!I can feel my teeth chattering together and my heart is shaking. But luckily,had a hot bathe when I reached home.&lt;i&gt;Suang daooooooo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Met up with Liszel &amp;amp; Alif few days back. Liszel and me was like "&lt;i&gt;yeeehhh,now both of them are working." &lt;/i&gt;and we started talking about how we're gonna squander their money when they're working their ass off. Talk about being &lt;i&gt;Taitai &lt;/i&gt;and others.Funny max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Oh,and we watched haunted changi and it totally sucks. Rate it 0.1/10 babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-5373615918475164118?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5373615918475164118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-i-saylove-is-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5373615918475164118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5373615918475164118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-i-saylove-is-you.html' title='Like I say,Love is you.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TIcpTsG6t9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/DRatipQNNvk/s72-c/40957_1554824841135_1550637794_1418552_6993431_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4991450360854237307</id><published>2010-09-06T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:57:46.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY 9TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY BABY.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LIKE WHEN IT WAS STILL 1ST APRIL 09.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4991450360854237307?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4991450360854237307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-9th-month-anniversary-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4991450360854237307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4991450360854237307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-9th-month-anniversary-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7795210426553052930</id><published>2010-09-05T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T14:39:49.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow's the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7795210426553052930?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7795210426553052930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/tomorrows-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7795210426553052930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7795210426553052930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/tomorrows-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1232662524892075801</id><published>2010-09-03T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:41:31.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can kiss your ass goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Been playing AlcoveSEA since morning,thought of sleeping but I was wide awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Tomorrow we're going to watch "Haunted Changi", hope it's gonna be nice.Alright, Just wanted to post about what I've been doing and here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;A little bit of studying, a little ibit of playing, a little bit of relaxing and much loads of rotting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1232662524892075801?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1232662524892075801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-can-kiss-your-ass-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1232662524892075801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1232662524892075801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-can-kiss-your-ass-goodbye.html' title='You can kiss your ass goodbye.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1744150602714426414</id><published>2010-08-30T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:25:36.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me when I least deserve it,because that's when I really need it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02103-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC02103-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Stayed over at baby's house for 3 days. Had a great spooky day today,with liszel &amp;amp; Alif. Damn that clip was way spooky. Anyway,I decided not to go to school tomorrow. I don't know why but I just don't feel like it. I know I shouldn't, but I just can't bring myself to go to school. Don't ask me why, I don't know either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Anyway, Liszel,Alif,Baby and me decided to watch 'Haunted Changi' on saturday. Double date yo. Should We eat nachos or not? Because It's really expensive for something I don't really like. Well,shall see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;baby, you're right. We don't have to worry about what's the num of month we've been together b'cuz, we can count by the month of the year. Heh, What a great coincidence. Anyway, i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1744150602714426414?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1744150602714426414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-me-when-i-least-deserve-itbecause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1744150602714426414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1744150602714426414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-me-when-i-least-deserve-itbecause.html' title='Love me when I least deserve it,because that&apos;s when I really need it.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-5682583592453116172</id><published>2010-08-27T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:00:52.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get mad,get even.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02597.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC02597.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Stayed over at baby's house and watched 'Major Payne' and 'Blade'. Awesome movies. Watching 'Blade II' at baby's house tonight and sleeping over again. Talking about movies, I'm still waiting for 'Resident Evil Afterlife'! I've watched the trailer and damn it was hell awesome. I've been like a mini fan of 'Resident Evil' for like years. I've watched the whole series over and over again and I never got bored of it. So pleady please get this movie on that big big screen in cathay soon.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Anyway, when I reach home this morning I packed my room. And I found this plastic bag full of mentos and erm.. I took it? It's pretty colorful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02630.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC02630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Alright, I'm gonna start surfing the net now so.. Ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;MAILBOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Aishah!: Didn't know you linked me. So surprise. Will link you asap ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Replied: Haha,don't be surprise!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Weihan: Hi! wo ai ni!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Replied: Hello^^, I would like it much more if you type it in chinese, heh!&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;ILA:Justinaaaaaaa!&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Replied: ILAAAAAAA!&amp;lt;3 haha,anyway i've linked you.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Putri: LINK LINK LINK . me no tagboard .so just flood my formspring .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img alt=":)" border="0" src="http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/cc105/24168/egobox/vf/smileys/4/pink01.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;take care preety&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Replied: Haha,linked. (: I've tried to formspring but can't eh. Anyway, take care too(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;@10.55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Just watched finish 'Blade II',greeaaaat.Much more scarier than the first series,much more disgusting too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Gonna go now.Someone's peeping at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-5682583592453116172?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5682583592453116172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-get-madget-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5682583592453116172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5682583592453116172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-get-madget-even.html' title='Don&apos;t get mad,get even.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1373250258556756912</id><published>2010-08-25T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:23:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're spoiling me baby, but i like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/THTJeoc8e_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/3cdwq3rsSkM/s1600/i-love-you-valentine-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/THTJeoc8e_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/3cdwq3rsSkM/s320/i-love-you-valentine-wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Baby,It's gonna be 9th monthsary. Time flies huh? After all the quarrels, fighting &amp;amp; reassurance, we're still together as one. Thanks for tolerating with my nonsense baby. You know, I'm not the girl you know anymore. But yet, you still love me for who I am. I would've told you how much I love you or how much you mean to me but i just couldn't find any word to describe. You're just important to me. Very important. Thanks for a truck load of things like patting me to sleep before you leave, sending me to my doorstep without fail, buying Macdonald for me early in the morning, saying that three magic word,apologising to me even though you&amp;nbsp;know clearly it's my fault.&amp;nbsp;Thank you baby. Even though I can even throw tantrums at you in the middle of the night, you would wake up and get pissed,calmed then kiss me. I love you baby. SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;@6.03pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Suddenly,I got this rush in my heart to blog things out. my face is flushing hot the moment I listen to the song "&lt;/span&gt;我不想忘记你". &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;so much had happened before &amp;amp; even after me and you are together. Remember I use to cry when I listen to the song "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;知道&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"?Well,I still do.Not because of how you dumped me the previous time but because I really can't believe we're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remember worrying for you when you're in camp and you sprained yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remember you complaining to me that "that girl" got fed up because you don't wanna sleep with her.For that moment, I knew your heart was with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remembered crying for you in the toilet for hours when you told me directly in the phone you had no feelings for me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remembered choking on my tears,crouching in one corner thinking it wasn't true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remembered crying on my way in the cab towards my ex-boyfriend house where edwyn &amp;amp; friends were at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remembered looking out of the cab window,crying while not trying to make a sound,it was raining cats and dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remembered using a box of tissue for drying up my tears,Friends tried to cheer me up by cooking my favorite noodle for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remembered, I still cried even when they cooked for me my favorite noodle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remembered you getting drunk,and phebe called and rushed me to come down DTE immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remembered crying when I arrived,and when I looked up, I saw you.The smell of your liquor still remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I remembered everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Every little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Although I've lost much fluids by crying, I don't mind. Because it's for you. Because I never want to forget you, even if I had to remember the painful memories. Because I know I will miss you, because I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I won't forget you cried for me too. You cried because I was with another guy when you're with her. You cried when I wanted to leave you. You cried when I hurt you. I won't forget, those tears you cried for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I love you Lansi weihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1373250258556756912?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1373250258556756912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-spoiling-me-baby-but-i-like-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1373250258556756912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1373250258556756912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-spoiling-me-baby-but-i-like-it.html' title='You&apos;re spoiling me baby, but i like it.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/THTJeoc8e_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/3cdwq3rsSkM/s72-c/i-love-you-valentine-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-818287670023783976</id><published>2010-08-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:31:19.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC02159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I passed my papers without studying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even though it's not with flying colours but hey,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;who cares?^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is so funny, I came up with a saving-money-for-party scheme for joy. Yeh, I wanna indulge her money into my pocket, &lt;i&gt;wahaha&lt;/i&gt;. Lol,okay. That was a joke. Anyway..She can't even keep up the scheme. But at least she saved some these two days. Jiayou joy, make sure you make your party a grand one. And I'll be your party maid. Y'know, there's bride's maid? And yeh, I'm the party maid.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Ha! Cool or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today,the YOG people came to our school and &lt;i&gt;walauuuuu&lt;/i&gt;. Everybody rush out when they arrived. Haha. That was stupid. I mean, they are not even superstars. And they played floorball with our school team. And the crowd wasn't even enthu despite rushing over to see them. Wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway,after the end of the school went to inter and meet baby. Wanted to buy the electronic dictionary but who knows there's only the $38 version left. Expensive for me, cheap for a nerd. And finally after which, went to SPOT with baby &amp;amp; joy. while smoking, joy kept talking with bloody broken english. Like "in the wire". HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SPOT was kinda boring but a little fun with it. Boring cuz you can't play the drum loudly because people are studying. Please kindly install a sound proof door if you ever wanted a little music room.That's how it should be done. went to baby's house at 4pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Slept until 9pm and you know what??&lt;i&gt;my baby is a pervertttttt.&lt;/i&gt;He stole lot's of kiss from me when i was sleeping! Chou baby. Next time i shall steal all your undergarment and hang it outside your window. &lt;i&gt;Yipeeeee!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, it's like 11.07 now. And I gotta wake up early tomorrow so.. shall surf the net a little longer, chat with baby a little longer, smoke a little longer and then go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G'night.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-818287670023783976?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/818287670023783976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-passed-my-papers-without-studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/818287670023783976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/818287670023783976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-passed-my-papers-without-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7406955663390574967</id><published>2010-08-23T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:04:51.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A true friend is someone who say nice things behind your back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/THJHIGyHy9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/5UctO99JkNI/s1600/lol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/THJHIGyHy9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/5UctO99JkNI/s320/lol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got back prelims paper, passed chinese and the first section of physics. &lt;i&gt;whew! &lt;/i&gt;Don't even talk about maths, i didn't even attend. But at least, I'm so gonna graduate. Heard baby school people can't graduate if their attendance are less then 75%. Sad case ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner and now i'm gonna take a puff. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7406955663390574967?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7406955663390574967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/true-friend-is-someone-who-say-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7406955663390574967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7406955663390574967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/true-friend-is-someone-who-say-nice.html' title='A true friend is someone who say nice things behind your back.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/THJHIGyHy9I/AAAAAAAAAPM/5UctO99JkNI/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3260695137527562347</id><published>2010-08-18T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:09:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me where have chu been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TGtOFQV4FBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/b5tsflXSqjM/s1600/DSC02587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TGtOFQV4FBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/b5tsflXSqjM/s320/DSC02587.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fruit &amp;amp; Nutrition was easy, but I can't ace it thanks to the NSP part. I totally overlooked it, &lt;em&gt;sadded&lt;/em&gt;. And the time given was way too long! Thanks to the D&amp;amp;T students,we F&amp;amp;N somehow like "waited" for them to finish their paper. I finished the paper in less then 30mins and my friend boast himself by saying he can finish it in 15 minutes. Wonder if it's really true. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't wait to get things I wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3260695137527562347?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3260695137527562347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/tell-me-where-have-chu-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3260695137527562347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3260695137527562347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/tell-me-where-have-chu-been.html' title='Tell me where have chu been.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TGtOFQV4FBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/b5tsflXSqjM/s72-c/DSC02587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-8007307257461055584</id><published>2010-08-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:56:15.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TGqtjr8CLVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3XvZf_ABDnc/s1600/DSC02536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TGqtjr8CLVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3XvZf_ABDnc/s320/DSC02536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow's Fruit &amp;amp; Nutrition exam. Revised and tired. Been having sore eyes for 3 days, ):&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hit the sack soon,waiting for baby to message moi. &lt;br /&gt;Will be back as soon as my exams are over. In fact,just a few more days. &lt;em&gt;Yipieee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8007307257461055584?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8007307257461055584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8007307257461055584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8007307257461055584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-you-so.html' title='Love you so.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TGqtjr8CLVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/3XvZf_ABDnc/s72-c/DSC02536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2454306806155595728</id><published>2010-08-12T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:23:01.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUSYBEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is dealing with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRELIMS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time flies and very soon, it's going to be our 9th month anniversary. But my feelings for you is getting deep. Although I always seemed like I don't really care for you, well.. I still do. And just so you know, although nowadays I kept saying you being annoying because you keep coughing and coughing, I just wanna let you know how I hope you would stop coughing. It's really irritating but it hurts me more. Baby, get well ASAP. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alright,dealing with paper-crisis now. So, blog again when I'm free. Ciaos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2454306806155595728?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2454306806155595728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/dancing-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2454306806155595728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2454306806155595728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing in the rain.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7871576203261678337</id><published>2010-08-06T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T13:27:13.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're always like this, whenever i said something i don't like, you'll retort. is not that i wanna rake up the past but think of what you've wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I REGRET CHOOSING HER OVER YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does that make me feel?even though it's the past. you can say you forget the password, you can say you don't care. but if i'm really that important you will bloody hell care because i'm important! but boohoo, i'm not important to you. It's really easy for me to find another guy if you really regret choosing me. BUT DID I? i never once said that i've regretted choosing you.NEVER ONCE.FML. You said you doesn't like my character now, but it's because of who? It's because of you i've changed. Because you dumped me before and that's what make me stronger instead of being a weakling. And now you got me back you felt that i've changed and you don't like it. but it's all thanks to you.accept me for who i am or let's just get it done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you never know how much you've hurt me and how stubborn i am to still be there for you.Don't you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7871576203261678337?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7871576203261678337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-always-like-this-whenever-i-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7871576203261678337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7871576203261678337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-always-like-this-whenever-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4762897382440807790</id><published>2010-08-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:42:06.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign of perfection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby surprised me today,iloveyou.&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4762897382440807790?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4762897382440807790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/sign-of-perfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4762897382440807790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4762897382440807790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/sign-of-perfection.html' title='A sign of perfection.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4999477900696129230</id><published>2010-08-04T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:23:21.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i love you so.</title><content type='html'>Been coughing &amp;amp; coughing for what seems like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,so gonna love this week because friday's the national day celebration and after this week, monday &amp;amp; tuesday will be public holiday!Sigh of relieve babeeeyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,off to hit the sack now.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAILTIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous:Wow, you are very pweety! :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: Thanks babe,you're a very sweet person.(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4999477900696129230?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4999477900696129230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-i-love-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4999477900696129230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4999477900696129230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-i-love-you-so.html' title='Because i love you so.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1938935261337573215</id><published>2010-08-02T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:54:50.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's mine,buzz off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSY BEE IS MOI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had Chinese oral and..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I literally ruin the conversation part!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;):&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAILTIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anonymous: (: just feel like spamming but you don't have a tagboard so nevermind. I just sleep next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Replied: Oh..Hi sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anonymous: Okay, its just a barrier for me to put my legs on yeah? HAHA. Go for musical pleaseee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Replied: I think I know who you're. But I don't get the meaning of " just a barrier for me to put my legs on yeah?".LOL, anyway I'm really sorry babe, I can't attend. Sorry to disappoint you once again. ):&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1938935261337573215?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1938935261337573215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/hes-minebuzz-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1938935261337573215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1938935261337573215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/08/hes-minebuzz-off.html' title='He&apos;s mine,buzz off.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1574655647591391075</id><published>2010-07-30T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:21:21.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC01474_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MC for today,feeling restless.Effing bored,yaaawnzxc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;2nd of august will be my chinese oral examinations,although I always had a way with talking I'd still had a chill. Me don't know why either.Waiting for baby to come over my house,and i gotta wait till late at night because he's gonna work.):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Joy visited me today.Thanks bud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1574655647591391075?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1574655647591391075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-todayfeeling-restless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1574655647591391075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1574655647591391075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-todayfeeling-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4864110418818873713</id><published>2010-07-29T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:09:05.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call my name and I'll be there for you.</title><content type='html'>After&amp;nbsp; 169473932 days of being healthy, I'm sick today. Right before friday,it's gonna be my worst nightmare isn't it? My throat is burning and I can't breathe properly. Damn,I hate sick. Sick loves moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,madeline is right.The school's getting more and more happening each and every day. First,there was rioting. Then a don't know how many ft long beehive just infront of my classroom and then now today, chinese &amp;amp; malay girls fight in toilet. What's gonna happen next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,waiting for baby right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAILTIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anonymous: Hello :D:D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: Hi,(:.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anonymous: GUESS WHO I AM :D:D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Replied: Wow,that's utterly hard because there's no clue at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4864110418818873713?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4864110418818873713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/call-my-name-and-ill-be-there-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4864110418818873713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4864110418818873713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/call-my-name-and-ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='Call my name and I&apos;ll be there for you.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2317293585938903590</id><published>2010-07-26T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:26:58.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise you eternity if you promise me you'll stay,forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TE2aKwH4E-I/AAAAAAAAANU/8EqwcaN1gOg/s1600/Picture_055%5B1%5D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TE2aKwH4E-I/AAAAAAAAANU/8EqwcaN1gOg/s320/Picture_055%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeowMeow, A new cutie pie in our home sweet home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's very cute y'know. She literally followed me home but my dad rejected letting her staying over. The next day, it followed him and my lil brother home in the morning! Isn't she cute! Adorable loveeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm afraid baby will say that I'm neglecting him,but I'm not baby. You're number one love afterall. &amp;lt;3 *&lt;i&gt;smoooch!* Thanks for fetching me from school today baby!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School rocks today,not because of the fighting,just because I feel like it rocks today. But seriously,if any of you (who's involve in the fight),PEACE! You guys are friends afterall dude,peace yaw?(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alright,I'm off to bed soon.Night night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2317293585938903590?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2317293585938903590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-promise-you-eternity-if-you-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2317293585938903590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2317293585938903590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-promise-you-eternity-if-you-promise.html' title='I promise you eternity if you promise me you&apos;ll stay,forever.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TE2aKwH4E-I/AAAAAAAAANU/8EqwcaN1gOg/s72-c/Picture_055%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4107309676981209123</id><published>2010-07-26T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:01:38.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love your gentle kisses.</title><content type='html'>Alright,here's a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ochard road with baby and joy to pass baby's mom's costumer stuff.Damn hell loads of philipinos,LOL.And there was this uncle in the lift saying "Sell their CB at geylang.",Yeh,ROFL.Anyway,after geylang,i mean..orchard road,went to brass plaza's popular to buy files.Sweet baby bought me a pink foolscap &amp;amp; a pink file. And now,everything in my bag is pink!Oh,how I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything,went back to my house and watched "Spy kids 3","scary movie 2" and "Sky High".Yeh,old school movie marathon!But I like it.They headed back home around 12am.Kewl! What a day and I'm dead beat. Alright,just recieved baby's message and I'm off to bed pretty soon.Ciaoszxc&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4107309676981209123?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4107309676981209123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-your-gentle-kisses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4107309676981209123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4107309676981209123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-your-gentle-kisses.html' title='Love your gentle kisses.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-9105311442349766867</id><published>2010-07-22T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:43:02.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love stories never have ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TEhmJ16vKtI/AAAAAAAAANM/v1fnX19594c/s1600/J+%3B+BFF..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TEhmJ16vKtI/AAAAAAAAANM/v1fnX19594c/s320/J+%3B+BFF..jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey maddie, just wanna let you know I've never forgotten our friendship no matter how long we didn't contact or meet up to have fun together. Love ya!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't attend school for two days,failed.But it's okay,I should bounce right back up from failure and try from next week. Kechyq, Joy and baby came over my house and played monopoly deal, watched movies and etc. Kay yeh ey mofo,no life you would say but I called it enjoying life. Better than using money to watch movies and playing pool,that's effin boring. *groans* Anyway.. I'm bored now since baby and joy went home just a moment ago. No more hugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby,Look at my title. I want our love story to have no endings too. Hehs, and today I finally saw you felt shy. The very last time I saw was when we were still flings and you bite my cheek instead of kissing because you're shy.&lt;i&gt; Hehhhh&lt;/i&gt;. Luvzxc! And do you know 8th month is coming? &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAILTIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous: (: just feel like spamming but you don't have a tagboard so nevermind. I just sleep next to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied: Oh yeh,I know you're ALWAYS sleeping next to me..with a barrier in between us yeh.HAHA! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-9105311442349766867?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/9105311442349766867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/true-love-stories-never-have-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/9105311442349766867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/9105311442349766867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/true-love-stories-never-have-ending.html' title='True love stories never have ending.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TEhmJ16vKtI/AAAAAAAAANM/v1fnX19594c/s72-c/J+%3B+BFF..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2045932028834599227</id><published>2010-07-21T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:46:43.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got the greatest scare in my life! I was home alone and there were people outside my house saying that they're here to renovate the kitchen.So..I let them in.(I'm not a retarded so I did check whether they had the equipment and everything before letting them in.)And the door was opened,I was watching show and was wondering &amp;amp; worrying what if those guys weren't real,what if they're robbers or whatever. And suddenly..a push behind my back! I thought I'm gonna be dead or something but guess who it was?! It's my little brother. Damn,I swear it's the greatest scare of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway..I'm starving but still,to lazy to fill my tummy.And baby's not gonna be here any minute to save my grumbling stomach.*&lt;i&gt;sadddd*&lt;/i&gt;Just gotta wait till 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2045932028834599227?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2045932028834599227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-got-greatest-scare-in-my-life-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2045932028834599227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2045932028834599227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-got-greatest-scare-in-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-676448517748055436</id><published>2010-07-21T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:45:43.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I are each of the angel eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TEXQWbPczXI/AAAAAAAAANE/UAJaWxey6qE/s1600/D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TEXQWbPczXI/AAAAAAAAANE/UAJaWxey6qE/s320/D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people,been busy with school.boohoo.I think I really need to manage ma time.It's very tough for me to live as if everyday is the end of the world. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby,it's gonna be 8th month soon.Iloveya,And just so you know..Even if we're worlds apart,I'd still love you.What I'm saying now aint no bullshits okay?&lt;i&gt;Smooooooch!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you,eileen.Stop your lying and everything.You can tell your boyfriend father we wanna beat you up,tsktsk.We merely wanna talk to you. Is it very hard? Come on! If you really wanna change,change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,heading to bed soon.muacks peepoo,byebyezxc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAILTIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weihan:Baby uh, I don't  even bother how much money you spend with my money, money are meant to  spend there such thing as debt. You never owe me anything baby (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Replied:I don't really get what you mean hunneh. But I know you won't mind..I know.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous: Wow your mom and bro sucks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Replied: Well..they do sucks sometimes.But they're nice everytime.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous:what if you have  this fcuking irritating friend that copyss everything, eveything !! but  you dare not offend her as you used to be a fcuking close friend to her  but shes the one who betrayed you,  dumped youand dont give a fuck bout  it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied: I'd say,let her copy whatever she wants.It may be irritating but afterall,she can't copy who you really are.And you don't have to offend her by confronting her.You can talk to her nicely or maybe just write a letter to her and pass it to her.And lastly,since she doesn't give a fuck about it..then why are you giving a fuck about her?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;                         &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-676448517748055436?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/676448517748055436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-and-i-are-each-of-angel-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/676448517748055436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/676448517748055436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-and-i-are-each-of-angel-eyes.html' title='You and I are each of the angel eyes.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TEXQWbPczXI/AAAAAAAAANE/UAJaWxey6qE/s72-c/D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-3370368979630591750</id><published>2010-07-16T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:33:57.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effing pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to your teacher I've lose my super appetite.Now,I still got to wait till 7.30 instead of 6.30.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm starving at first,but now,not anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-3370368979630591750?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/3370368979630591750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/effing-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3370368979630591750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/3370368979630591750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/effing-pissed.html' title='Effing pissed.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4528939256062052814</id><published>2010-07-14T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:05:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've lost to my weakness.</title><content type='html'>What kinda fucking mother are you?What kind of fucking brother are you? Earpiece not yours and you're still being a fucking pathetic beggar stealing it. No money buy?Fucking loser. And what kinda mother are you for siding him when it's so fucking obvious he's the one who stole it? THERE'S NO SUCH THINGS AS FREE THINGS.fuck both of you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby,It's not that I don't wanna fight with him to get back what's yours.I got my own reason for it.So stop forcing me.I'm really fucking stress now and you're showing me your attitude.I really wanna die you know?When i'm writing this,do you know my hands are trembling and tears are blurring my visions?You don't know.Sometimes I just wish i've got nothing in the world so i've got nothing to worry about.I'm freaking stress out,i swear i could have die if i aint have that courage to commit suicide,but maybe some days i will.I've had enough.I don't wanna feel stress with you.Get it?I know you're not the only one that make me stress but well yes you do make me feel stress sometimes. Sometimes,when we quarrel or bickering you would always say "eh,food i got pay for you" and everything..you know how it makes me feels?You make me feel like a fucking loser who is in a relationship with you so that you can support me. If really,you think that i'm using you or you feel sorry for using your money on me,i'll pay you back every single cent.I don't mind working everyday to pay off all these "debts".we've been together for only 7 month and now, i'm really feeling stress. Sorry but this is true.I do love you. But deep down from YOUR heart,do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4528939256062052814?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4528939256062052814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-lost-to-my-weakness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4528939256062052814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4528939256062052814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-lost-to-my-weakness.html' title='I&apos;ve lost to my weakness.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-7283045274465236451</id><published>2010-07-12T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:47:42.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My strength grows out of weaknesses.</title><content type='html'>Went fishing with baby,liszel &amp;amp; alif today. Hurt myself when we're splashing water. It hurts but it's healing dramatically now.*whew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..the reason why I'm blogging now is just clear my mind off something. A thing that makes me grew out srength from weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether should I call you buddy or just a hi-bye friend. Yes we may go recess together,we may be cracking jokes together. But till the end of school, I've had other plans and you've your own usual plans.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,you said I've &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;neglected &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;you as a buddy.&lt;br /&gt;neglected,that's a very strong word. You said "i neglected you that's why you went to find other cliques.". yes i may have fault for always hanging out with boyfriend &amp;amp; family but think, it takes two hands to clap after all. You said you wanted to slack downstairs for a little while i agreed,you want my boyfriend to share cigarette&amp;nbsp; with you before you leave,i agreed too.You stole my little sister stuff and had not yet return, i don't blame you either. So what do you want from me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the malay friend of yours &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;insulted me by saying "aiya,her one is grandfather die only nevermind.".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow,wow.A standing ovation for her I'd say. she punched you before,quarreled with you because of her friend before, insulted you before, and even said "you know why you have no friends?because....." before. And you can still hang out with her. I don't know whether you're being a hypocrite or&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;just being gracious.Just think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the malay:&lt;br /&gt;I think you should know who you are by now. If you have anything to say, say it &lt;b&gt;in my face.&lt;/b&gt; If your grandfather die,don't give him a funeral okay?Throw him inside rubbish bin since he's ONLY A GRANDFATHER. Don't even give him a proper burial okay,just give him tissue paper cover can already.No offense but Since you're so okay with the death of grandfather,i suppose parents is also okay to die if it's for you.Think!mother die,father die,auntie die or whoever, &lt;b&gt;they are still humans&lt;/b&gt;.Think before you say anything. Give some respect doofus, I'm bloody hell older than you're. I don't care if you're a gangster or whatever shit but nobody insult my family.Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAILTIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lena:ur hse if nice man dumb!(:hhahhas move to where le like condo lei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied: Thank you dumb.(: Fortunately it's not condo,it's a HDB flat.(:&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-7283045274465236451?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/7283045274465236451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-strength-grows-out-of-weaknesses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7283045274465236451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/7283045274465236451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-strength-grows-out-of-weaknesses.html' title='My strength grows out of weaknesses.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-6824394433790135393</id><published>2010-07-12T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:27:15.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time wait for no man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TDn6aT92OdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mTskSUxt20M/s1600/Hyunjae-UnspokenWords.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TDn6aT92OdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mTskSUxt20M/s320/Hyunjae-UnspokenWords.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As i'm uploading this super overdue pictures, I realised that my hair grew alot longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends over and I'm dreading tomorrow. There's gonna be another lame assembly which talk about stuff that always repeat a year after another. which means I've been listening to it for almost 5 years. And gradually, that'll become music to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and you know what!! baby's very sweet today! She woke up earlier than me &amp;amp; bought macdonald's breakfast for me! Previously I said, "Baby,if next time you wanna buy breakfast for me,i wanna have two harsh browns instead of one!" And he just said "OKAY!" and sure enough, he really bought two and he just woke me up in a sudden and said "BABY,wake up eat breakfast already!" and i was like "uh?breakfast?you also never buy any.." And there he goes in his hand holding a tray. Isn't he the sweetest? I love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby,do you know something? If a guy is afraid of something more than me,I'll never take that guy into consideration. But I don't know why you, are exceptional. Maybe because I know what your father had said to you or maybe.. I just love you much. Don't mind what I've said today, i was just trying to psych you out of it okay honey? Love ya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAILTIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous: Are you from springfield,4A?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied: Indeed I am.Why?&lt;br /&gt;\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous:Hi.I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied: Hi,thanks for loving me but I'm attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheryl:Hello!Cheryl here :) Weisia's right! N level is a piece of cake!Jiayou! Do well~!Good luck! ^^ and yes, school is a piece of shit! :PP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied: Hello, which cheryl are you anyway?o.o Haha,thanks for the luck babe. And hell yeaaaah school is a piece of rotten shiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eileen: Let me visit your house some aiai! -eileen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied: Anytime love! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alexis: Hey jie, Alexis here. relink me at f-aithfully.blogspot.com/ :D thanks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied : Hey mei, Relinked! &amp;lt;3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-6824394433790135393?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/6824394433790135393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-wait-for-no-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6824394433790135393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/6824394433790135393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-wait-for-no-man.html' title='Time wait for no man.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TDn6aT92OdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mTskSUxt20M/s72-c/Hyunjae-UnspokenWords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-8313099175255159034</id><published>2010-07-09T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:30:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear the angels cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TDboQu75zkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MVg62l7-20k/s1600/29181_1425317323528_1550637794_1076142_2371154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TDboQu75zkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MVg62l7-20k/s320/29181_1425317323528_1550637794_1076142_2371154_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay..the thing that is coming right now is just showing my emotions so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN HAPPY BECAUSE I'VE FINALLY FINISH MY COURSEWORK FOR N LEVEL.OMGOMGOGMOGMOGMOGMG THAT'S AMAZING FOR ME.HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO,okay.There's actually more than just one thing that makes me so happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yup,I'm done with my coursework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hell yeh, oral was sleeazzzieee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby's bringing me to aston today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to zoo with baby tomorrow!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly,I'm a happy person!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Isn't that something to be happy for?Heh.Alright,time to run. aston,here me come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAIL TIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous : u ahlian uh?._.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied : If i'm not wrong I did have this kinda questions before.But nope,i aint one.I'm just being true to myself and stand for what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous : Nice eh your house ((((: I'm daphne.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied : Hi daphne.(: Thanks for the compliment. Maybe you would like to let me see your house picture someday too.(:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-8313099175255159034?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/8313099175255159034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/thing-that-is-coming-right-now-is-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8313099175255159034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/8313099175255159034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/thing-that-is-coming-right-now-is-just.html' title='Hear the angels cry.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TDboQu75zkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MVg62l7-20k/s72-c/29181_1425317323528_1550637794_1076142_2371154_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-1617965460259665874</id><published>2010-07-08T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:47:11.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Anni baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02060.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC02060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Went Just Asia for a mini celebrations of 7th monthsary, going to zoo this saturday for the real deal. &lt;i&gt;Yehhhhh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, English oral's up tomorrow. Bet am i gonna stutter when it comes to picture discussion,If only I could just say something like "That damn guy was trying to do something silly &amp;amp; that's very stupid I would say." But I couldn't. It's not gonna be terrifying, it's gonna be horrible cuz I gotta wait till it's ma turn.Damn it's gonna be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before tomorrow, I headed to Downtown and distress(baby did that too,he was like so nervous for shit.). Ate Justasia (Yet again) and baby bought me a belt instead of a shoe because I just bought one. Sadddd, how i wanted the shoe. *HINT* LOL. Just jokng baybeh. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,Gonna hit the sack now. Big day for mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;MAILTIME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous:What ishh masturbate?&lt;br /&gt;Replied: You're weird dude, you could always use something called " google " and type in " what's masturbate ". But I can tell you a summary, it's just like fucking yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Anonymous: I'm here to ask you anything! anything ! haha!&lt;br /&gt;Replied: LOL,That's very silly honey.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-1617965460259665874?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/1617965460259665874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-7th-anni-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1617965460259665874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/1617965460259665874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-7th-anni-baby.html' title='Happy 7th Anni baby.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4607899684606709507</id><published>2010-07-05T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:22:53.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不要等到失去才珍惜.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01994.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC01994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Stay home day.Reason: I need to take care of my little brother cuz there's no one left to take care of him.Shuckzxc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday,Went fishing with phebe,julia &amp;amp; baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/Photo0187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That's the only picture I took because well..I was addicted to fishing after that.It was a eff-ing small little catfish.Me &amp;amp; julia had fun giving it autopsy anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yehhh,okay.call me sadist if you want to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And this,Is the overdue-ed pictures I was supposed to upload and let my dear 'fan' daphne to see what my house looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01510.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC01510.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What can I say,it..looked like a house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/DSC01511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Only manage to take a picture of the living room because my room is still in a little mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Haha,Sorry for the long wait Daph.As you can see,my kitchen isn't done yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Now..wait.The purpose for blogging today,there's 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daphne asked me to, even though she didn't specify why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna write something to baby since tomorrow is our 7th monthsary!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/?action=view&amp;amp;current=601897r7ua2krt7v.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt332/justina_t/601897r7ua2krt7v.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey baby, tomorrow it's 7th month.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanna thank you for loads of things you've done for me over this past month.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for buying for me sushi &amp;amp; wrote mushy stuff on the cover,i love it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for always giving in to me even though it's my unreasonable attitude which started it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for always re-assuring me everytime I feel insecure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for those meals that you bought for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for wanting to bring me to zoo this coming saturday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for your gracious love which never end,never.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for everything baby,thanks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Once again, happy 7th month honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e6ecf9;" title=""&gt;我爱你.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4607899684606709507?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4607899684606709507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4607899684606709507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4607899684606709507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='不要等到失去才珍惜.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-856502530682403865</id><published>2010-07-02T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:15:44.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure is success if we learn from it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Failure is success if we learn from it". Yes I do learn from it,but others?(Someone is my class.)Yes I've failed to promote to sec 4 last year but I do learn from it.It's just that it's really hard for me to be totally focused on studying.At least I did my part by learning from my failure.So bring me down no more mates.It's really irritating to see you guys acting so fucked up by boasting yourself infront of me.Yes you may think that you're the king of the world by bringing people down.No,N-O,no.You're utterly wrong mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And school,is a piece of shit.I know it's not right to say that but I'm saying the right thing.It's a fucking piece of shit!Math teacher bias towards intelligent student,some fucked up teachers licking boots on intelligent students,fucked up students bullying china teachers.what's all this?!What the fuck are we learning from this school!?BIAS-NESS?BULLYING?Oh come on. KAY YEH MOFOS!It's time to do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;wow,feel so much better now.I'm going to school tomorrow because of F&amp;amp;N.Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-856502530682403865?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/856502530682403865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/failure-is-success-if-we-learn-from-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/856502530682403865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/856502530682403865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/failure-is-success-if-we-learn-from-it.html' title='Failure is success if we learn from it.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-5814707730918653884</id><published>2010-07-01T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:21:57.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does not kill me makes me stronger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TCuLN76TmRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HQhfWp6g_fk/s1600/superold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TCuLN76TmRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HQhfWp6g_fk/s320/superold.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Somehow,in the middle of the night gives me something to talk about.Call it self-inspiration or self-reflection.Or whatever you wanna call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been wondering,What's so good about hating a person?I'm only straining myself over petty little things and it ain't worth the stress.So I'm telling myself now that I shouldn't hate people.Especially her,because she ain't worth it.seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Alright,before I finish my say.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;baby,this is for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My title actually say it all."What does not kill me makes me stronger." When my grandfather passed away,I was grief-stricken.So was the time when a guy flashed himself to me.But that doesn't kill me.In fact,it made me stronger.Remember the time when I was on the bus towards serangoon and beside me was a old man masturbating and kept looking at me?And my phone died on me?At that point of time,I was scared but I took it as he doesn't even exist.If I didn't had the previous incident happening to me,I think the old man in the bus would take advantage of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I just want to tell you that, it's not the end of the world baby.Everyone come &amp;amp; go.It's only up to you to decide how you want to handle it.I know it's very stress for you right now.But I'm here with you.You said that you weren't afraid of anything if I'm with you.,right?So don' be afraid because I'm right here with you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I love you,stay strong honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-5814707730918653884?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/5814707730918653884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-does-not-kill-me-makes-me-stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5814707730918653884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/5814707730918653884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-does-not-kill-me-makes-me-stronger.html' title='What does not kill me makes me stronger.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TCuLN76TmRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HQhfWp6g_fk/s72-c/superold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-4428522420459194401</id><published>2010-06-30T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T01:59:38.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;TAGS REPLIED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madeline:LOL!! wah, like that also can. HAHA! xD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Replied: Yeah,hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(:: Hello guess who I'm(;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello,no idea,lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-4428522420459194401?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/4428522420459194401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/06/tags-replied-madeline-wah-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4428522420459194401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/4428522420459194401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/06/tags-replied-madeline-wah-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633623959249649106.post-2695980119675054504</id><published>2010-06-30T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:00:55.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST TWO MORE MONTHS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wondering what's gonna happen after two more months?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;N level.(And i'm so over springfield after that!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 8th month with Lansi Weihan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaysia trip again,WOOOH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't have to wake up early every single weekdays!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Weisia told me that N level's a piece of cake,Hope so.*Pray ultra hard* And baby, jiayou for your O levels,remember the person you wanna defeat is you yourself,not others.Because competing with others might bring you down.So,buck up hunneh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And something's wrong with blogger.I can't download my pictures,damn it.I will upload it as soon as I can so that my blog won't look plain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;TOODDLES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633623959249649106-2695980119675054504?l=justinaestella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/feeds/2695980119675054504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-two-more-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2695980119675054504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633623959249649106/posts/default/2695980119675054504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinaestella.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-two-more-months.html' title='JUST TWO MORE MONTHS.'/><author><name>JUSTINA ESTELLA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdOFpqJd1Ao/TM5ms48dWhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wh_tvQra4I0/S220/je.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
