<?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-6366415132764759042</id><updated>2012-02-13T00:33:26.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity awaits.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-6740626653029031390</id><published>2010-04-05T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:54:50.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"it's been fun." seriously? that's all you can say after all this time? after everything? yeah asshole, it's been real fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-6740626653029031390?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6740626653029031390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=6740626653029031390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6740626653029031390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6740626653029031390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4052596413872201017</id><published>2010-02-22T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:21:53.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one ever reads this shit anymore</title><content type='html'>But it's okay. It's the new years. Things have been happening. And Orchard Road has been decorated breathtakingly. I can't help but to want to write something down. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/S5NTII7BMpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XFH6vPEQpCE/s1600-h/d383f8bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/S5NTII7BMpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XFH6vPEQpCE/s320/d383f8bd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445787773720146578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's been keeping me grounded on your land. The "no trespassing" sign was warning enough but I'm stubborn and I get what I want. But is that you anymore? I don't want to push you away until I'm tired of you, but lately the distance has been taking its toll. We're growing but not together. We're changing but not for the better. This could last. Every inch of heart put into this shattered piece of love can't be glued back together. The affection's nothing but dust now. So let's rebuild. We can love beyond barriers of our own perception. so take every wall down. I'll hold you up if that's what you need. I'll give you space if that's what you need. I'd give you everything if that's what you need. I'd swallow the ocean for you, I'd take everyone out of my life for you. As long as you want me around. I would sob my entire life out. you'll never be mine. really mine. I thought maybe this time would be different, but I don't have the guts to mention a word and you don't feel a thing. so, I am back to where I was a year ago. if this is going to tear me apart let me know now. I can walk away looking better than ever and I can pretend as if you never breathed on my neck, or better yet in my presence. You could be nothing to me. someone's dying to use me and I'd let them. I won't be your rock if you won't be mine. something about you keeps me holding on, I can't grasp it and I'd never come close to comprehending it. but i can handle my own. I can give up and leave, I can lie, I can not give a damn, and I can be as withholding as you've been. I'm not giving you an ultimatum and I never would. I just need to know what you want. I'll give you anything you'll ever want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4052596413872201017?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4052596413872201017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4052596413872201017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4052596413872201017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4052596413872201017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-one-ever-reads-this-shit-anymore.html' title='No one ever reads this shit anymore'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/S5NTII7BMpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XFH6vPEQpCE/s72-c/d383f8bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5931045509024449596</id><published>2009-12-23T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T15:23:57.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heading back to Kl for christmas and new years!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;love love. can't wait to see yu guys! even though have of you has been scattered around the world already, but it's okay. COME BACK NOW AND SEE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5931045509024449596?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5931045509024449596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5931045509024449596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5931045509024449596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5931045509024449596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/12/heading-back-to-kl-for-christmas-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3094845425926141907</id><published>2009-09-17T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:12:56.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heading back down to KL for a break this saturday till next week! Whee! I can't wait!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I missed my friends so terribly ! Justin's picking me up from the airport, hope things wont get any weirder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3094845425926141907?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3094845425926141907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3094845425926141907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3094845425926141907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3094845425926141907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/09/heading-back-down-to-kl-for-break-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1109992387720385744</id><published>2009-09-10T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:37:24.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SqfnhZKuZeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o5pFqL__8i4/s1600-h/DSCF5464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SqfnhZKuZeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o5pFqL__8i4/s320/DSCF5464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379522840794916322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sqfni5czKiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7e8dMGS0xf4/s1600-h/5420_140849661689_709521689_3769699_4806544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sqfni5czKiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7e8dMGS0xf4/s320/5420_140849661689_709521689_3769699_4806544_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379522866640529954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sqfnic3LVRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_CR9uqYOwQQ/s1600-h/6732_123918807128_552177128_2284193_5477594_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sqfnic3LVRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_CR9uqYOwQQ/s320/6732_123918807128_552177128_2284193_5477594_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379522858966537490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sqfnh9-KtaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/23POuQZZVYI/s1600-h/6732_127491857128_552177128_2337700_1113356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sqfnh9-KtaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/23POuQZZVYI/s320/6732_127491857128_552177128_2337700_1113356_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379522850674357666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SqfngyHzsGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/uwMMEnA-Hr4/s1600-h/5420_137271051689_709521689_3702250_2927323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SqfngyHzsGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/uwMMEnA-Hr4/s320/5420_137271051689_709521689_3702250_2927323_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379522830313697378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1109992387720385744?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1109992387720385744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1109992387720385744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1109992387720385744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1109992387720385744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-sweet.html' title='Sweet Sweet.'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SqfnhZKuZeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/o5pFqL__8i4/s72-c/DSCF5464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1367010618363245903</id><published>2009-07-15T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:19:39.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation to my heartbreaker friends on the other side of the country. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SpBSr2WoVeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FzxQNTLKFSg/s1600-h/z185384396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SpBSr2WoVeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FzxQNTLKFSg/s320/z185384396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372885268731287010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much , and pray too seldom.We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. And always remember: life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.  --George Carlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1367010618363245903?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1367010618363245903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1367010618363245903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1367010618363245903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1367010618363245903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/07/motivation-to-my-heartbreaker-friends.html' title='Motivation to my heartbreaker friends on the other side of the country. (:'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SpBSr2WoVeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FzxQNTLKFSg/s72-c/z185384396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1091238654244323994</id><published>2009-05-20T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:51:58.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have pretty much settled in.. in my own apartment, big thanks to Jules and Shin. (: I never felt so free in my life, even though my parents never had controlled over me back in Malaysia.. but this time, I'm all alone. And you wanna know something? The feeling is great! Sure, I feel the need of depending on someone every once in awhile, like to wash my clothes, buy me groceries and etc. But hey, I've learned to do it on my own. Thats what life is all about, right? Independent. And I'm enjoying every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uni starts in bout a week.I can't wait for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys terribly at home, I'm currently using my new awesome pink laptop you guys have bought for me. Even though it wasn't really necessary! but geee, thanks a bunch anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys heaps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1091238654244323994?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1091238654244323994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1091238654244323994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1091238654244323994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1091238654244323994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-have-pretty-much-settled-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-6168223337547895167</id><published>2009-05-16T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:46:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/ShPthx_y4UI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SZwXzy_cbKs/s1600-h/z186971587.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/ShPthx_y4UI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SZwXzy_cbKs/s320/z186971587.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337871147976548674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading to Zouk! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-6168223337547895167?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6168223337547895167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=6168223337547895167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6168223337547895167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6168223337547895167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/05/heading-to-zouk.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/ShPthx_y4UI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SZwXzy_cbKs/s72-c/z186971587.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-8687800031586317929</id><published>2009-05-03T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:32:28.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M.O.S on thursday night was probably most packed out of all the times i've been there.. it was so hard to even WALK, let alone dance.. crap, i'm never going back there again even though i really love the dance floor.. but it's probably too overrated. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm currently safely here.. i hope you guys don't miss me so much, ya? and thank you SO MUCH for everything you guys did for me, the presents, the surprises, the dinners, the parties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ily. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-8687800031586317929?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8687800031586317929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=8687800031586317929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8687800031586317929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8687800031586317929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/05/m.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3852935260032845723</id><published>2009-04-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:22:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fools use tomorrow, wise use today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sd4EjK3lkxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oELBr57LUOc/s1600-h/z148388426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sd4EjK3lkxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oELBr57LUOc/s320/z148388426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322696811857941266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do you have to come along the way when i'm about to depart? This is so unfair, life IS unfair? But why? Does it make it tough so you'll learn? Well, personally, i think i have learned and suffered enough for my own good. This can't go on forever.. i hope things will change directions soon.. i don't wanna live in this lie anymore. I want to be the one that outshines them all. The girl who can look back and be proud of how far she’s come. I want people to know who i am, and how hard i worked to get that far. I want to be remembered as someone amazing, and by far more many people than i could ever dream of. I want to do something amazing, and go further than i thought possible. I want to be a legend, even if its only in my own mind. Everything seems okay, but hey.. it's always not on the inside.. thats what i think about everybody. Not everyone is as carefree as they seem, look deep in the inside.. you'll find someone shattered. Someone, like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3852935260032845723?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3852935260032845723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3852935260032845723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3852935260032845723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3852935260032845723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/04/fools-use-tomorrow-wise-use-today.html' title='Fools use tomorrow, wise use today.'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sd4EjK3lkxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oELBr57LUOc/s72-c/z148388426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1432699729607080782</id><published>2009-03-26T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:04:18.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, i'm scaaaared ! \:</title><content type='html'>INDONESIAN DEVILS ARE IN KELANA JAYA, KEPONG, DAMANSARA, BANGSAR, PUCHONG, CHERAS, SERDANG, SUBANG JAYA, SHAHALAM, OUG, SEAPARK , .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indonesian gangs rapes any females&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - BEWARE !!!&lt;br /&gt;These creatures that look like human called Indonesians are now raping 8 years old girl....!!! Please set up an alarm system in your house...!!! The money is not worth saving....!!! It will be too late for all you know. These Indonesians would rape any females ranging from 1 year old to as old as 90 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police have mounted an inter-state manhunt for a notorious gang which robbed a couple before raping their eight-year-old daughter in their Kepong home on Monday. They believe the same gang is also behind Tuesday's incident where a 31-year-old housewife was gang raped by five men in front of her husband at a house in Kelana Jaya after relieving them off RM30,000 in cash and valuables. In the first incident on Monday, three knife-wielding men broke into house in Bukit Maluri, Kepong, at 2.30am and held up the family The robbers, who entered from the back door, then threatened the couple and their three children before tying them and ransacking the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several minutes later, two of the robbers took the couple's eldest daughter to a room and allegedly raped her.. The gang then fled after 40 minutes with about RM5,000 in cash and valuables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City police chief Deputy Comm Datuk Meor Chek Hussin Mahayuddin said police had also beefed-up patrols in the area. They are liaising with their counterparts in Negri Sembilan where the gang is believed to be also operating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST READ THIS STATEMENT subject: Malaysiais finally number 2 in something! Don't work too late (MALAYSIABOLEH!) Not to scare anyone.. But, it is good to be watchful rather than feel sorry later.!!!&lt;br /&gt;Malaysiais finally number 2 in something! Don't work too late, It's always good to be very careful.!&lt;br /&gt;Don't work too late, ladies, please take care and you men please tell your wife to make sure that they are not alone when they stay back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the true story.&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl was raped and murdered. She went back to work on a public holiday with another girl, the boyfriend even packed lunch for them and later when the girls wanted to go home, the car couldn't start and the other girl's boyfriend who came to pick her up didn't wait because the girl told them to go off first and there was a security guard helping her. She didn't come home that night and they found her body in a burnt car abandoned in a rubber estate in Dengkil on the 3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;The guard reported to work and acted normal during the police investigation but when the police questioned him again, he remembered the color of her clothes in detail and they noticed that the hair on his hands were seared although there was no burnt marks. He finally admitted that he is the one that killing her. There was no cover up but the case was not publish in the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever trust the security guards.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to keep the office door lock. Hey girls, be forewarned and please be doubly, even triply cautious whenever there is a need to stay back late at work. If at all possible, leave the plant/company early when there are still people around. Better yet, if there is still work that must absolutely be completed by that day, bring it home!&lt;br /&gt;Just heard about a rape case at a MNC(multinational company) which just happened sometimes back last year. The victim is married with kids, she worked till 11.00 pm. Security guard raped her in the toilet. She managed to escape and drove herself to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, the other employees was shocked to see the condition of the toilet.. Blood and her hair everywhere, and all the brooms and mops were broken. The police later came and arrested the security guard, who still reported for work the next day. However, they manage to cover it up, not even come up in the newspaper or any media.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how such cases have been covered up in Malaysia . It's because they are MNC. (This is a sad reality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please girls, don't put your life in danger by&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; working late&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; being negligent&lt;/span&gt;. You can never be too careful nowadays. Malaysiaranks number 2 in crime against woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;My extra advice: Guys, please tell your mom, your sister, your wife, your girlfriends and all your female friends around you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1432699729607080782?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1432699729607080782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1432699729607080782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1432699729607080782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1432699729607080782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-im-scaaaared.html' title='OMG, i&apos;m scaaaared ! \:'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4502531759516914126</id><published>2009-03-20T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:46:38.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's pretty hard to cope when you're in the same room...&lt;/span&gt; but i guess we had on our best behaviour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4502531759516914126?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4502531759516914126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4502531759516914126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4502531759516914126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4502531759516914126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-pretty-hard-to-cope-when-youre-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-2770426326953966937</id><published>2009-03-14T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:26:00.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday and Friday night were the nights we celebrated our results with much joy.  Along with our seniors which graduated friends. it's been some time since we've seen them!&lt;br /&gt;It was a B.L.A.S.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember clubbing being this fun. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad i'm resting at home now. hang over. \:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-2770426326953966937?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2770426326953966937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=2770426326953966937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2770426326953966937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2770426326953966937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-and-friday-night-were-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-7063939095612834138</id><published>2009-03-12T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:34:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't we just turn back time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SbkON5L9X4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nwdub_T7fN8/s1600-h/z170724268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SbkON5L9X4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nwdub_T7fN8/s320/z170724268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312292867312279426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you gave me a ring to let me know you're doing perfectly fine over there. You have no idea how worried I was, mystified bout everything that could have happen, you should know me, thinking too much and stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you truckloads, this sucks. this really sucks, when you're not here to cherish and revel our SPM results. We always say once when we were young that we'll go collect the results together. You drive, i follow. Or i drive, you follow. I don't know until now its whose turn to win, we always seem to quarrel bout petty things like that. It's kind of funny in a way. Only both of us could ever find this endearing, not annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Call me again soon. xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-7063939095612834138?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7063939095612834138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=7063939095612834138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7063939095612834138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7063939095612834138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-dont-we-just-turn-back-time.html' title='Why don&apos;t we just turn back time?'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SbkON5L9X4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/nwdub_T7fN8/s72-c/z170724268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3152300888976744220</id><published>2009-03-03T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:46:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally random, i'm bored without a boyfriend and my best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sa00fkY29EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HB0adck-Af0/s1600-h/Black%2BEyed%2BPeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sa00fkY29EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HB0adck-Af0/s400/Black%2BEyed%2BPeas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308957252688213058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my GOSH. Black Eyed Peas is back. I'm so goddamn happy. They were like, my all time favourite band when i was younger? mmmmMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm (:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3152300888976744220?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3152300888976744220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3152300888976744220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3152300888976744220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3152300888976744220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/03/totally-random-im-bored-without.html' title='Totally random, i&apos;m bored without a boyfriend and my best friend.'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/Sa00fkY29EI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HB0adck-Af0/s72-c/Black%2BEyed%2BPeas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-37353614038673786</id><published>2009-02-24T21:48:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:28:54.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayla Tan Rae Yuling&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP-kc5xi2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/T0MHsPO1f34/s1600-h/WWlmt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP-kc5xi2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/T0MHsPO1f34/s320/WWlmt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306364688159837026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP-kZ2PJtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tGVwb5-bUKI/s1600-h/Jumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP-kZ2PJtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tGVwb5-bUKI/s320/Jumps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306364687339693778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP98rVVOvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/an2TgoBoDOQ/s1600-h/kkhkjhkj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP98rVVOvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/an2TgoBoDOQ/s320/kkhkjhkj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306364004838750962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP9bBjEXWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7N5IK6U9PTw/s1600-h/DSC034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP9bBjEXWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7N5IK6U9PTw/s320/DSC034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306363426686393698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP9aoS_1NI/AAAAAAAAAII/9DwBwGaTF5s/s1600-h/z118317279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP9aoS_1NI/AAAAAAAAAII/9DwBwGaTF5s/s320/z118317279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306363419908101330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP9Ltx7rhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/u-OQXYETa8Y/s1600-h/1_939750013l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP9Ltx7rhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/u-OQXYETa8Y/s320/1_939750013l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306363163681992210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl.. you see how lame you made me? posting so many pictures for no reason.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually theres a reason.&lt;br /&gt;And its because you're leaving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you, i;ll never forget you, i'll miss you everyday, you'll always be on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship, no words can describe.&lt;br /&gt;It was always just you and me, along with the other girls, rocking them all in school. How fast it is that i already miss them all? Now, we're all clubbing together, some meeting new friends, some keeping contact, some leaving. You are leaving me, i cannot believe it. I never thought you were serious. I remember the time you told me bout it, i just said ' haha, stop joking, it isn't funnny. ' come to think it, yeah i was right. it's not funny at all. it's bloody damn sad. We've been so much together, the good and the bad.  you're everyones best friend, its a shame i can't keep you all to myself. But with your personality, its kind of hard isn't it? You're much loved by all of us. We'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-37353614038673786?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/37353614038673786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=37353614038673786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/37353614038673786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/37353614038673786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/02/kayla-tan-rae-yuling3.html' title='Kayla Tan Rae Yuling&lt;3'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SaP-kc5xi2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/T0MHsPO1f34/s72-c/WWlmt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4429187323960225970</id><published>2009-02-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:28:04.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want someone who won't care that I’m incapable of sitting still. that i can't grasp the concept of cleaning. that i refuse to be ladylike. someone who realizes half the decision i make are usually ones i regret, and i have the right to over react at any given time. i want someone who knows how completely insane i am, and wouldn't want me any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4429187323960225970?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4429187323960225970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4429187323960225970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4429187323960225970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4429187323960225970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-someone-who-wont-care-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-455795148977203401</id><published>2009-01-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:42:00.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SXiGQstOOwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8BWSNTqxiak/s1600-h/2n6bype.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SXiGQstOOwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8BWSNTqxiak/s400/2n6bype.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294128983410883330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never tell whats right and whats wrong anymore.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-455795148977203401?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/455795148977203401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=455795148977203401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/455795148977203401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/455795148977203401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-never-tell-whats-right-and-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SXiGQstOOwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8BWSNTqxiak/s72-c/2n6bype.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1248045958544178613</id><published>2009-01-18T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:24:07.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compelled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SXNJP5lteqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GiPQZkPdnqA/s1600-h/z129100703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SXNJP5lteqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GiPQZkPdnqA/s400/z129100703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292654524596320930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to tell me there was nobody else you could ever be with and that you'd rather be alone than without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1248045958544178613?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1248045958544178613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1248045958544178613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1248045958544178613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1248045958544178613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-wanted-i-wanted-you-to-fight-for.html' title='Compelled.'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SXNJP5lteqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GiPQZkPdnqA/s72-c/z129100703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5369804949362314348</id><published>2009-01-08T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:32:03.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting.</title><content type='html'>Out of luck and out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;Half a day and I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;Love may wash away the bruise,&lt;br /&gt;but I still ain't over you.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when the walls come crashing in,&lt;br /&gt;when flames come coasting in.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember time again,&lt;br /&gt;I still ain't over you.&lt;br /&gt;-- Augustana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5369804949362314348?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5369804949362314348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5369804949362314348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5369804949362314348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5369804949362314348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-dreamer-before-you-went-and-let.html' title='Hurting.'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4289024074590885356</id><published>2009-01-04T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:28:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time you weren't the one wiping my tears, you were the one creating them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SWB_TRFyfKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n7npal9Rxsw/s1600-h/z117952627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SWB_TRFyfKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n7npal9Rxsw/s320/z117952627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287365931514887330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Between this whole month that i didn't blog, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin and i tried getting back together 2 times&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, whats the point? We'll just go our separate ways at the very end anyway. I'd be left alone shedding tears at night, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, these 2 times of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; trying to get back together is probably the stupidest thing we have done over the 2 and a half year relationship we've been in&lt;/span&gt;. God knows we're not meant to be, we're still young, we have a long road ahead of us, we shouldn't waste anymore time and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hurt again and again when you know you'd be hurt in the end? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I admit, i'm still not over you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course i'm not&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't just walk away from so much that we've been through together&lt;/span&gt;. But it'll take time. I have to let go of so much, and thats not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our picture is still hanging on the wall in the pretty photo frame you got me for our first anniversary. I'll be taking it down right after i finish this. And hope.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day.. just one day, i hope i won't look at it with such pain in me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Then, i'll hang it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still friends, I love you for that. But it just hurts to see you now, so hopefully.. we'll take this as some bittersweet memories once i'm okay again.....\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4289024074590885356?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4289024074590885356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4289024074590885356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4289024074590885356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4289024074590885356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-time-you-werent-one-wiping-my.html' title='This time you weren&apos;t the one wiping my tears, you were the one creating them.'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SWB_TRFyfKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n7npal9Rxsw/s72-c/z117952627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-2973713019023186599</id><published>2008-12-05T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:03:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/STlCnqb3vyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-vqtuP1F1xg/s1600-h/WWlove+letters.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 78px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/STlCnqb3vyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-vqtuP1F1xg/s320/WWlove+letters.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276321687614766882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss you when something really good happens, because you're the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you're the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you the most when I lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other for those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-2973713019023186599?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2973713019023186599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=2973713019023186599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2973713019023186599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2973713019023186599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you-when-something-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/STlCnqb3vyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-vqtuP1F1xg/s72-c/WWlove+letters.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-7288004547333071169</id><published>2008-11-27T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:52:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With you here, I don't need to go chase some rainbow's end.</title><content type='html'>I'm totally devastated &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;David Cooks&lt;/span&gt; album isn't exactly a thumbs up. Hey, I Love David Cook! But God? His first album isn't very convincing to me. ): Anyway, so my life right now is basically upside down, yet i'm still trying to hold on the grasps of it. I'm trying really really hard. Don't ask me how did my papers go, i would say i screw up one or two or them, but the rest i hope it'd turn out okay. I used to dread leaving town whenever i think about it, but right now.. i just need to escape. I need some air to breathe, i need anything to keep me off my mind. It's tough, but i'm gonna try. I need a new direction. I spent every night talking to God in the most sentimental way i could even start crying. I believe one day, well.. he'll answer my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, i really really do. But hey, if its not meant to be, it's not meant to be. We can't fight fate right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that if i see you in 5 or 10 years down the road that i won't have those stupid butterflies in my stomach and have the urge to run up to you and kiss you. I can't say that i won't talk endlessly about how much i've missed you and how every night i went to sleep i prayed i'd see you again... but i also can't say that i won't have the man of my dreams walking&lt;br /&gt;beside me if i see you... so i'll say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we had was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I loved you in every way a person could love another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today.. i have to let you go. For the sake of my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SS41o70idvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UxcSWumbQL4/s1600-h/zsdfs009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SS41o70idvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UxcSWumbQL4/s320/zsdfs009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273211191066523378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-7288004547333071169?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7288004547333071169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=7288004547333071169' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7288004547333071169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7288004547333071169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-you-here-i-dont-need-to-go-chase.html' title='With you here, I don&apos;t need to go chase some rainbow&apos;s end.'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SS41o70idvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UxcSWumbQL4/s72-c/zsdfs009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1694699064058818898</id><published>2008-11-13T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:11:42.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;I can do this, i can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please don't bring in dramas in my life right now, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1694699064058818898?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1694699064058818898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1694699064058818898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-far-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-2567469451840725013</id><published>2008-11-09T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:26:14.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SRbDUqv6JvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DbftdCIFmY0/s1600-h/2581547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SRbDUqv6JvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DbftdCIFmY0/s320/2581547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266611574096406258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who knew the lead singer in dashboard confessional was such a cutie? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spm starts this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I could feel the nerves creeping up my spine already.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-2567469451840725013?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2567469451840725013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=2567469451840725013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2567469451840725013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2567469451840725013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-knew-lead-singer-in-dashboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SRbDUqv6JvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DbftdCIFmY0/s72-c/2581547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5138530528789184004</id><published>2008-10-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:36:40.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SPzlH1GdLJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VS1w7ct-2xk/s1600-h/z161885432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SPzlH1GdLJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VS1w7ct-2xk/s320/z161885432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259330387537898642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our relationship's not perfect, it never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will be. But all that matters is how we view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;each other. And when I look at you, I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love. I look into your eyes and know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never want to be with anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the whole entire world, the sky and the stars, I just want you to lie underneath them with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5138530528789184004?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5138530528789184004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5138530528789184004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5138530528789184004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5138530528789184004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-relationships-not-perfect-it-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SPzlH1GdLJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VS1w7ct-2xk/s72-c/z161885432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4766804757894340198</id><published>2008-10-12T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:26:51.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SPOSjHdEW2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gWjRNRhZO1w/s1600-h/z164026524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SPOSjHdEW2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gWjRNRhZO1w/s320/z164026524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256706322065546082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Things are fine,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;for now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4766804757894340198?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4766804757894340198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4766804757894340198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4766804757894340198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4766804757894340198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-are-fine-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SPOSjHdEW2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gWjRNRhZO1w/s72-c/z164026524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5404295145226242388</id><published>2008-10-07T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:35:15.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And forgiving may mean letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SOxUDPvDFsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/en0trpoBkkk/s1600-h/z148898595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SOxUDPvDFsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/en0trpoBkkk/s320/z148898595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254667279974733506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what people invent to explain what they can't understand. If you think someone is the one, you tell yourself it was meant to happen. And if it breaks your heart, you tell yourself it wasn't meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5404295145226242388?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5404295145226242388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5404295145226242388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5404295145226242388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5404295145226242388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/10/f-t-e.html' title='And forgiving may mean letting go'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SOxUDPvDFsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/en0trpoBkkk/s72-c/z148898595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-8121715906543196180</id><published>2008-09-27T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:35:58.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe we've constantly been having the same fight over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd understand i absolutely have no choice doing such things.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all i need from you is a little support. I need it, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;I utterly need no more drama, especially this right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell me now after these 2 whole years we have no history, we have no misunderstanding like this, no repeating this fucking conversation over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;We worked this out before, the 3rd time seemed not long ago, why can't we do it again?&lt;br /&gt;Have you gave up on me completely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;Please, thats all i gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, thats all i have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-8121715906543196180?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8121715906543196180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=8121715906543196180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8121715906543196180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8121715906543196180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-believe-weve-constantly-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3449156602274985138</id><published>2008-09-24T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:30:39.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;School, ballet, tuition, extra class, study, boyfriend time, french class. And the whole routine continues and repeats all over again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EXHAUSTED. Someone, please help me. I've already quit my dance class and i miss it so badly, yet i still don't have the time to squeeze in this busy sechudle! God help me. I just want this damn SPM thing to be done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials has been alright.Tomorrow.. ahh tomorrow. Thank God the govourment papers has been leaked and hope it'll come out exactly the same with the paper i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck people!&lt;br /&gt;Xo (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3449156602274985138?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3449156602274985138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3449156602274985138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3449156602274985138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3449156602274985138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-so-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4874397470671157156</id><published>2008-09-15T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:05:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently very addicted to Paparazzi by Lady Gaga and Touchdown Turnaround by Hellogoodbye. :D It's the only thing that gets me to pay attention to those piles and piles of books in front of me. I'm currently taking a break, blog hopping. Boyfriend and i are fine, i'm actually content at this stage. Even though trails are here and Spm is just...*don't wanna talk bout it*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i nervous? Hell YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still need to wind down and stuff, so i went out yam cha for bout 2 hours for a few times already. Mum's gonna freak when she finds out :X! She expects me to nerd all day long.. how crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading on whats going on on peoples lives, seriously though.. all of them are so damn emo! Troubles eh? This is life this is life. I hope you guys will figure out everything soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and Kev, sweet post. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go watch Gossip girl now. Season 2! *jumps around*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4874397470671157156?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4874397470671157156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4874397470671157156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4874397470671157156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4874397470671157156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4822748716325197739</id><published>2008-08-31T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:12:40.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these past few weeks have been c-r-a-z-y... It was filled with yam cha sessions, clubbing, parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Redang trip was awesome! 4 days 3 nights at the beautiful beautiful beach, we already got drunk the first night! We went snorkeling and etc. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable party out of the others were Alex's mums birthday party. She was really sporting when we threw cakes at her face! Now everyone loves his mummy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's merdeka today huh.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go anywhere, we didn't wanna go to any crowded places. We're not even patrotic, but hey, its time for celebration, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;Ended up at Jack's crib, we went swimming and drinking by the pool. And ended up playing strip poker till the wee hours, it was pretty much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Merdeka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4822748716325197739?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4822748716325197739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4822748716325197739' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4822748716325197739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4822748716325197739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-6935376764451546751</id><published>2008-08-30T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:34:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry i haven't been blogging, will have a proper update after today! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-6935376764451546751?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6935376764451546751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=6935376764451546751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6935376764451546751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6935376764451546751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-i-havent-been-blogging-will-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-9001377199756572627</id><published>2008-08-13T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:12:27.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are finally looking up, we're definitely compromising. Haven't exactly got to the point of a decision yet so don't come asking me! I'll tell you when we really figure things out, we're just taking things slowly for now. Thats what i love bout Justin ya know.. he's not pushy, he give me enough space, he's willing to compromise and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he understands&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Am i lucky or what? Sometimes i think i do not deserve such a person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming!&lt;br /&gt;It's just a week but i think we really do deserve a break from all the studying and stress. Just one short trip might make it all right. Then only we'll face the horror of the year.. Spm really freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to our Redang trip! Those who can't make it, theres still time to change your plans! (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-9001377199756572627?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/9001377199756572627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=9001377199756572627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/9001377199756572627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/9001377199756572627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-hello-things-are-finally-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-7843167245297147227</id><published>2008-08-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:33:13.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad and i have been discussing bout my future lately. And by future i mean, next year. i've been reminiscing on going overseas to continue studies, the education here is not really enough for me, i need somewhere better. this decision has been made for quite some time, and i doubt theres ever turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could i bare to leave my boyfriend and friends behind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they always say you'll make new ones and true friends would always be there for you no matter how many thousand miles you're apart.&lt;br /&gt;But theres no such thing as long distance relationship, i don't believe there is, cause theres no such thing. Well actually there is, but my meaning is that it never works out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No matter how strong the couple are, no matter how long they were on, it never works out if it was a long distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;They say never let personal problems interfere with education. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Education comes first&lt;/span&gt;. But the feeling i'm feeling now is indescribable. justin and i has constantly have arguments when this topic is mentioned. I don't know what am i gonna do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-7843167245297147227?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7843167245297147227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=7843167245297147227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7843167245297147227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7843167245297147227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/08/dad-and-i-have-been-discussing-bout-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-34481825255814490</id><published>2008-07-28T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:02.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SI8CJq79fOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i6avOXLtoHs/s1600-h/z154489132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SI8CJq79fOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i6avOXLtoHs/s320/z154489132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228400057568296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SI8CKHt6PvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vQlymnTuG0s/s1600-h/0612_angelina_jolie_panda_05-thumb-450x675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SI8CKHt6PvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vQlymnTuG0s/s320/0612_angelina_jolie_panda_05-thumb-450x675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228400065293991666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many percentage of women in this world would still look so stunningly gorgeous being pregnant? Or you should say, how many percentage of women in this world would still look so stunningly gorgeous after giving birth two or three times or being pregnant at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one true amazing woman. Charities, donations, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like her some day. I want to.&lt;br /&gt;She's my role model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-34481825255814490?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/34481825255814490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=34481825255814490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/34481825255814490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/34481825255814490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-many-percentage-of-women-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SI8CJq79fOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/i6avOXLtoHs/s72-c/z154489132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-155375624722086430</id><published>2008-07-25T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:02.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SIxQ60hw4PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ibhIq4HN9i4/s1600-h/z51202243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SIxQ60hw4PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ibhIq4HN9i4/s400/z51202243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227642238933197042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang up on him. Who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the boy who pursues you, who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Who thinks you're the prettiest when you have no make up on and insists on holding you around the waist. The one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you. The one who turns to his friends and says 'that's her'. well i have definitely found that guy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-155375624722086430?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/155375624722086430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=155375624722086430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/155375624722086430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/155375624722086430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/find-guy-who-calls-you-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SIxQ60hw4PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ibhIq4HN9i4/s72-c/z51202243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5167704270556652956</id><published>2008-07-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:48:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You say &lt;/span&gt;- you are totally complete when you're lying next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I say&lt;/span&gt; - even your tears will taste sweet when you're lying next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You say&lt;/span&gt; - a better place cannot be found when you're lying next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5167704270556652956?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5167704270556652956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5167704270556652956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5167704270556652956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5167704270556652956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-say-you-are-totally-complete-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-660472371103932328</id><published>2008-07-17T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:06:08.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades.For others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-660472371103932328?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/660472371103932328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=660472371103932328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/660472371103932328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/660472371103932328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5406758581588383066</id><published>2008-07-06T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:02:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lings new Beagle is soooooo adorable! ya know, i'm not really a dog person. More like a cat, i don't know why but yeah.. i like cats better. But Colby is just SO DAMN FRIENDLY i couldn't stop playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby colby colby.. i might kidnap him one day if she doesn't take good care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER AR, BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bi and i just watched Wanted. Wow, i don't really blame him for being in love with Angelina Jolie for the whole 2 hours.. cause&lt;br /&gt;firstly, he can never have her. :p&lt;br /&gt;secondly, shes way too old for him. :pp&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, he'd fall flat and probably will break a nose if they ever end up fighting.&lt;br /&gt;and forth, yeah.. i was in love with her too. \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just writing all these craps cause im free now and to keep this blog going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5406758581588383066?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5406758581588383066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5406758581588383066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5406758581588383066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5406758581588383066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/07/lings-new-beagle-is-soooooo-adorable-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-8464632076642206509</id><published>2008-06-25T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:02.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. nothing much happened lately.. just usual hangouts, movies, school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was Lings 17th birthday at No Black Tie on friday night.. it was pretty awesome. Justins been pretty busy with college assignments and all that.. so we're not really hanging these few days so im free, like now. at 11.30 at night.. when i am suppose to be bloody getting my beauty sleep actually. But whatever, can't really sleep in peace these few days.. somehow. Something is missing right now, i don't know what, but i just have that feeling that something just isn't right. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't reminisce what happened.. or what hasn't. but i am hell bent to figure out what the hell is bothering me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time.. i've been watching a little Euro football early in the morning a few times.. since i can't really sleep..&lt;br /&gt;And I find Andreas Ivanschitz from Austra freaking hot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SGJn5omMqjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Z2wMSUouqZY/s1600-h/507897_mediumsquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SGJn5omMqjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Z2wMSUouqZY/s400/507897_mediumsquare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215845558296291890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guy on the right. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay.. im gonna curl up with a book and hopefully fall asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-8464632076642206509?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8464632076642206509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=8464632076642206509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8464632076642206509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8464632076642206509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/andreas-ivanschitz.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SGJn5omMqjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Z2wMSUouqZY/s72-c/507897_mediumsquare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1797199752431320590</id><published>2008-06-20T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:03.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have any pictures of us right now in this computer cause it has just been formatted and everything is GONE, GONE AND GONE. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna just steal this picture of us SO LONG AGO which i looked like an ugly fat arse back then. but oh nevermind, it's your special post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SF3tE48wYfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cxGO21hCtlI/s1600-h/1_939750013l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SF3tE48wYfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cxGO21hCtlI/s320/1_939750013l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214584611827376626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really look very different. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I known you my whole life and i never seem to get bored looking at that f*ked, LCLY face of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're been into so many troubles together, cutting class, smoking weed, shoplifting, crashing the car, crashing parties, drinking till dawn till we went home, or not going home at all, spending the night in the car, driving all the way to Pangkor or Genting for drinks and come back, laughing and singing our asses off in public, bullying schoolmates, punk'd everyone on april fool, causing someone to cry and run to mummy. and many many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, i've been so naughty back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those are memories, and they are definitely not gonna be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 17th birthday my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1797199752431320590?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1797199752431320590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1797199752431320590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1797199752431320590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1797199752431320590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-have-any-pictures-of-us-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SF3tE48wYfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cxGO21hCtlI/s72-c/1_939750013l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5797478683244928312</id><published>2008-06-14T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:03.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SFNOTOU70JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/glcqMUm3sLo/s1600-h/kung_fu_panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SFNOTOU70JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/glcqMUm3sLo/s320/kung_fu_panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211595285968179346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie cracked me up like crazy. boyfriend and i are seriously considering watching it again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Black Tie tonight, can't wait to just chill and drink with the buddies. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5797478683244928312?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5797478683244928312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5797478683244928312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5797478683244928312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5797478683244928312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-movie-cracked-me-up-like-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SFNOTOU70JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/glcqMUm3sLo/s72-c/kung_fu_panda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-656359347720560825</id><published>2008-06-12T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:27:59.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I've grown, I've learned several things. Life is full of disappointments &amp;amp; people you trusted will sooner or later let you down. I've learned that often those you love will love someone else &amp;amp; there's only one way to fall; fast &amp;amp; hard. I've learned that out of thousands of smiles, it takes one to touch your heart. I've found that words can be deceiving, but the truth always lies in a person's eyes. I've learned that everything can change in the blink of an eye &amp;amp; tears often come without invitation. I've learned crying can make us stronger &amp;amp; there is never too much love to go around. I've learned that prejudice helps no one &amp;amp; that weapons don't hurt people, people hurt people. I've learned sticks &amp;amp; stones may leave cuts and bruises but harsh words leave scars. I've found that every time you give someone a piece of your heart, it's a piece that you will never get back. I've learned the past is meant to be put behind us &amp;amp; we can't dwell on regrets, for what's done is done. I've learned that trusting yourself is the first step &amp;amp; that forgiving is remembering that helps your own heart more then theirs. I've found that family isn't always blood &amp;amp; everyone is someone's hero. I've learned life is unexpected &amp;amp; that God can do anything. I've learned some things aren't meant to be understood &amp;amp; that only time heals. I've found that imagination is our greatest gift &amp;amp; that we are meant to dream for a reason. I've learned it is never too late to fall in love &amp;amp; that being "beautiful" is all on the inside. Mistakes are our best teachers &amp;amp; everything happens for a reason. Only then can you live life to it's f true potential.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-656359347720560825?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/656359347720560825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=656359347720560825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/656359347720560825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/656359347720560825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-ive-grown-ive-learned-several-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1204691463821676321</id><published>2008-06-11T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:50:27.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a touching tale !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The lights dim, the music starts to play, and our eyes automatically meet. The lyrics of the song speak the words my heart is too scared to admit: "I've always loved you, it's always been you." Trapped in a gaze, we slowly walk towards each other; there's no turning back now. Even though the room is almost pitch black, I see that face, those eyes, that smile, clear as day.&lt;br /&gt;As we finally approach each other, the whole world fades away. Our past, the present, nothing seems to exist anymore. Suddenly the crowded room disappears and the only person in the entire room I can see is him. I open my mouth to say something, but he stops me, brushing my lips with his finger. A huge smile swells his lips as he gives me a look that rushes back into my memory. It's the same look that made me weak in the knees, the one that swept me off my feet, the one that made me fall in love. And suddenly, we're both looking at eachother the way we used to, and even though it doesn't make any sense at all, I don't do anything to stop it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is going on? &lt;/span&gt; I think to myself. But he reads my mind, just as he always does. He takes my hand and lifts it up to his chest, placing it against his red shirt. I look up at him, not knowing what to think.&lt;br /&gt;"Feel my heart," he says to me, positioning my palm until I can feel it. The furious beating of his heart makes mine feel as though it is going to explode. Our eyes lock onto one another and my stomach flips the way it did when i first met him.&lt;br /&gt; "You're the only girl who makes my heart beat this fast just with her smile."&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, I forget our ugly past, our fights, our breakup, and I fall right back into his presence. Biting my lip, I carefully take his other hand in mine and place it on my own heart. Its beating is so hard I think it is going to pop out of my chest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This can't be real&lt;/span&gt;, I think.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must be dreaming.&lt;/span&gt; He feels my heart and lets out a breath of disbelief and awe. His smile is so much bigger than I remember, and I finally remember why I held onto liking him so long.&lt;br /&gt;Without saying another word, he pushes back my bangs and gingerly strokes them behind my ear. As his fingertips graze my face I close my eyes for a second, but when I open them, he's still there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is no dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pausing for a moment to look in my eyes one last time, he slowly pulls me into his embrace, grabbing the sides of my face with both his hands. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope he never lets go. &lt;/span&gt; At that moment my entire world seems to fall apart. Losing everything I had been trying to tell myself for the past eight months, my body gives into his kiss. But just as I think I completely lose myself, everything start to make sense again. I am finally happy and even though deep in my mind I know I should pick myself back up, my heart knows the truth: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;there's no one else I'd rather fall for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&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/6366415132764759042-1204691463821676321?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1204691463821676321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1204691463821676321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1204691463821676321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1204691463821676321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/touching-tale.html' title='a touching tale !'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5314859248037387112</id><published>2008-06-08T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeWb77789I/AAAAAAAAADw/75U8sxTBadI/s1600-h/1121212120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeWb77789I/AAAAAAAAADw/75U8sxTBadI/s320/1121212120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208296900766987218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lunch with suet yen tht day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeWb7778-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/SkvPbx_mTgQ/s1600-h/023156465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeWb7778-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/SkvPbx_mTgQ/s320/023156465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208296900766987234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candid, swear! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5314859248037387112?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5314859248037387112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5314859248037387112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5314859248037387112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5314859248037387112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/lunch-with-suet-yen-tht-day-candid.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeWb77789I/AAAAAAAAADw/75U8sxTBadI/s72-c/1121212120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1548341940155232113</id><published>2008-06-06T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:04.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeVGL7785I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BLhcxmY-HIw/s1600-h/z82668678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeVGL7785I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BLhcxmY-HIw/s400/z82668678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208295427593204626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you've been by my side this whole 2 weeks of holidays of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been amazing, no matter what we do, where we go, when we do it at anytime of the day, every minute has been perfection with you together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much babyyy.&lt;br /&gt;i loveyou tonnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeVSr7788I/AAAAAAAAADo/8fQFyNGKIQk/s1600-h/P322352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeVSr7788I/AAAAAAAAADo/8fQFyNGKIQk/s320/P322352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208295642341569474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1548341940155232113?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1548341940155232113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1548341940155232113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1548341940155232113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1548341940155232113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-so-glad-youve-been-by-my-side-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeVGL7785I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BLhcxmY-HIw/s72-c/z82668678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-945517718626217769</id><published>2008-06-05T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:04.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're everything a girl could ask for. something close to perfection. why can't you see that? build up your self esteem, self confidence, everything you need to know to get back on your feet. clocks ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeTzb7784I/AAAAAAAAADI/VOV3J-BkRtg/s1600-h/z144953017.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeTzb7784I/AAAAAAAAADI/VOV3J-BkRtg/s400/z144953017.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208294005959029634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-945517718626217769?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/945517718626217769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/945517718626217769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-everything-girl-could-ask-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SEeTzb7784I/AAAAAAAAADI/VOV3J-BkRtg/s72-c/z144953017.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5972574844028241738</id><published>2008-06-01T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:08:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Cook - Time Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt; I've been waiting for my dreams&lt;br /&gt;To turn into something&lt;br /&gt;I could believe in&lt;br /&gt;And looking for that&lt;br /&gt;Magic rainbow&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see it&lt;br /&gt;Until I let go&lt;br /&gt;Gave into love and watched all the bitterness burn&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm coming alive&lt;br /&gt;Body and soul&lt;br /&gt;And feelin' my world start to turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll taste every moment&lt;br /&gt;And live it out loud&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time,&lt;br /&gt;This is the time&lt;br /&gt;To be more than a name&lt;br /&gt;Or a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Time of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto things that vanished&lt;br /&gt;Into the air&lt;br /&gt;Left me in pieces&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm rising from the ashes&lt;br /&gt;Finding my wings&lt;br /&gt;And all that I needed&lt;br /&gt;Was there all along&lt;br /&gt;Within my reach&lt;br /&gt;As close as the beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll taste every moment&lt;br /&gt;And live it out loud&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time,&lt;br /&gt;This is the time to be&lt;br /&gt;More than a name&lt;br /&gt;Or a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Time of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm out on the edge of forever&lt;br /&gt;Ready to run&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;My arms open wide&lt;br /&gt;My face to the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste every moment&lt;br /&gt;And live it out loud&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time,&lt;br /&gt;This is the time to be&lt;br /&gt;More than a name&lt;br /&gt;Or a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Time of my life&lt;br /&gt;More than a name&lt;br /&gt;Or a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;This is the time&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Soooo addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5972574844028241738?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5972574844028241738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5972574844028241738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5972574844028241738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5972574844028241738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/06/david-cook-time-of-my-life.html' title='David Cook - Time Of My Life'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1654383776689681193</id><published>2008-05-24T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:04.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo-pee-doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's the freaaking holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm gonna spend every possible minute with Justin as much as i can. I don't care. I deserve a break and much time spent with the boy i love utmost. And now, if you'll excuse me, we are going to catch Indiana Jones in the cinemas! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SDfFT77783I/AAAAAAAAADA/PTom0UN3z44/s1600-h/z141824899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SDfFT77783I/AAAAAAAAADA/PTom0UN3z44/s400/z141824899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203844840747168626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1654383776689681193?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1654383776689681193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1654383776689681193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1654383776689681193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1654383776689681193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/05/woo-pee-doo.html' title='Woo-pee-doo'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SDfFT77783I/AAAAAAAAADA/PTom0UN3z44/s72-c/z141824899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-414656215623164833</id><published>2008-05-20T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:04.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all up to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SDLjUYaXcGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nxY3ur9bJxg/s1600-h/WWbeach.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SDLjUYaXcGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nxY3ur9bJxg/s400/WWbeach.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202470458856271970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One song can spark a moment,&lt;br /&gt;one tree can start a forest,&lt;br /&gt;one bird can herald spring,&lt;br /&gt;one smile begins friendship,&lt;br /&gt;one star can guide a ship at sea,&lt;br /&gt;one word can frame the goal,&lt;br /&gt;one vote can change a nation,&lt;br /&gt;one sunbeam lights a room,&lt;br /&gt;one candle wipes out darkness,&lt;br /&gt;one laugh can conquer gloom,&lt;br /&gt;one step starts a journey,&lt;br /&gt;one word starts each prayer,&lt;br /&gt;one hope will rise our spirits,&lt;br /&gt;one touch can show you care,&lt;br /&gt;one voice can speak with wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;one heart can know whats true,&lt;br /&gt;one life can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, its up to you.&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/6366415132764759042-414656215623164833?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/414656215623164833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=414656215623164833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/414656215623164833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/414656215623164833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/05/somewhere-between-procrastination.html' title='It&apos;s all up to you'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SDLjUYaXcGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nxY3ur9bJxg/s72-c/WWbeach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-7047757410409603689</id><published>2008-05-18T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitbull - the anthem</title><content type='html'>Been hanging around with my girlfriends and boyfriend. Movies, chillings, snooker, shoppings, shisha sessions etc.. Even though it's exams period, I'm 2 weeks break off from dance and ballet classes so i've pretty much been enjoying the time i have right now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the best movie i've watched is Ironman with Justin. I find it much better than Transformers cause it's bout a man who makes himself a hero. how cool would i be if i could actually built my own suit? (x Can't wait for part II !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, American Idol is pretty much addicting. I'm multitasking watching it now and typing this post at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook or Archuleta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i like the 17 year old boy more but i can't deny the fact that David Cook has a stronger voice. Grrrrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SC_SQYaXcEI/AAAAAAAAACo/fCE4DrXcl1Y/s1600-h/P322116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SC_SQYaXcEI/AAAAAAAAACo/fCE4DrXcl1Y/s400/P322116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201607273508991042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-7047757410409603689?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7047757410409603689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=7047757410409603689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7047757410409603689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7047757410409603689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/05/pitbull-feat-casely-midnight.html' title='Pitbull - the anthem'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SC_SQYaXcEI/AAAAAAAAACo/fCE4DrXcl1Y/s72-c/P322116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3334373155135164077</id><published>2008-05-13T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:47:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what?</title><content type='html'>I think i've just made a wrong decision in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've only just started noticing it. I have no idea what am i gonna be in the future, nor do i want to, but i need to. Everyone needs a plan, right?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start listing the possibilities in a piece of paper. I took a pen, tore a piece, and just stoned. Completely not knowing what i have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just it, i'm screwed. How skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got no clue what am i doing in science stream, i have no intention of doing anything with medicines, law, etc. Not to mention, my physics and biology is completely no close to even passing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i gonna do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WHAT AM I GONNA DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3334373155135164077?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3334373155135164077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3334373155135164077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3334373155135164077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3334373155135164077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-what.html' title='You know what?'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-6420724301706864055</id><published>2008-05-08T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:13:16.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome friends</title><content type='html'>First off, a very happy belated birthday to my 2 dearest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Lam Leong Kit and also Chin Sue Zen !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, you're officially 18 and legal now. I've watched you grown up being my big brother. I've never had a brother before and well, you're the first and last! (: No matter how many personalities you have, we'll always love ya! Hope you're having a blast in college and please continue taking good care of my best friend, you guys are meant to be! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suez, i'm so glad i've gotten closer to you over the past few years. You're one of the fun-loving and generous girl i've met. Your looks can easily turn heads too! Happy sweet 16th babe, another year and you'll finally get your licence, patience girl. (; Good luck in your exams too. Your birthday dinner from us will be on the next coming holiday! All the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwaaahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-6420724301706864055?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6420724301706864055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=6420724301706864055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6420724301706864055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6420724301706864055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/05/awesome-friends.html' title='Awesome friends'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-8173810935251520459</id><published>2008-04-26T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:52:15.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More than 8.5 million people have cosmetic procedures in the U.S. per year.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of self mutilation.&lt;br /&gt;The average weight of a model is 23% lower than that of an average woman.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Approximately one million men and boys suffer from anorexia.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of self hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Clinical depression affects about 16% of the population at least once in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;As many as 10 million women and girls suffer from an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of self doubt.&lt;br /&gt;80% of 4th grade girls have been on a fad diet.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of marketing disease.&lt;br /&gt;Americans spend approximately $12.4 billion on cosmetic procedures per year.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;By age 21, the average person will have watched 1,000,000 commercials.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of exploitation.&lt;br /&gt;Billions of dollars are spent every year to make YOU feel worthless.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-8173810935251520459?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8173810935251520459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8173810935251520459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-than-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-6354852382097920739</id><published>2008-04-24T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:10:39.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a dear friend,</title><content type='html'>Open your eyes, boy.&lt;br /&gt;You missed the one girl who could've changed your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;She's hard to find, and you're just blind enough not to notice she's right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;She could change you, in so many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep her waiting, patience has its limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-6354852382097920739?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/6354852382097920739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=6354852382097920739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6354852382097920739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/6354852382097920739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-dear-friend.html' title='To a dear friend,'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-7416973280408821311</id><published>2008-04-18T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:16:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright side</title><content type='html'>Schools school. dance classes are getting more bleary. I've decided to keep joining both classes, i'm just gonna have to manage my time well and work harder than ever now. It may seem skeptical to have tuitions, classes, after school activities, study, and try finding time to spend with my baby more often all together everyday of the week. but i can do it, i know i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, im not gonna over drain myself. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-7416973280408821311?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7416973280408821311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=7416973280408821311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7416973280408821311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7416973280408821311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/04/bright-side.html' title='Bright side'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4143835976505240795</id><published>2008-04-14T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:05.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special birthday post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMZMmpfZKI/AAAAAAAAACM/07Sb8gaBk84/s1600-h/2800326181434l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMZMmpfZKI/AAAAAAAAACM/07Sb8gaBk84/s400/2800326181434l.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189018899984639138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big birthday shout out to one of my bimb best friend on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a really special chiq to me for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;We've known each other forever.&lt;br /&gt;She has been by my side no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;She corrects my mistakes and made me learn a lot from it.&lt;br /&gt;She's just my awesome half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 17th birthday babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me, always. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4143835976505240795?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4143835976505240795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4143835976505240795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4143835976505240795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4143835976505240795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/04/special-birthday-post.html' title='Special birthday post'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMZMmpfZKI/AAAAAAAAACM/07Sb8gaBk84/s72-c/2800326181434l.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-8446144250305523657</id><published>2008-04-13T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:59:02.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't take it anymore, i'm on a break. And i shall do this tag since i have nothing else better to do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR :&lt;br /&gt;-Dior Addict 2&lt;br /&gt;-New laptop&lt;br /&gt;-An iphone&lt;br /&gt;-New ipod nano&lt;br /&gt;-Awesome clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU IS :&lt;br /&gt;sue zen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER :&lt;br /&gt;1. Bubbly&lt;br /&gt;2. Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;3. Generous&lt;br /&gt;4. Fun&lt;br /&gt;5. Friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU :&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember for this one. \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU :&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had lunch at this restaurant once in ss2, and she told me stories which made me laughed out loud, as in really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL :&lt;br /&gt;Scream out loud &amp;amp; tell the whole world i've got a hot les partner. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THE QUIZ TO 10 PEOPLE THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU :&lt;br /&gt;1.Lings&lt;br /&gt;2.Justin.&lt;br /&gt;3.Clarrisa&lt;br /&gt;4. Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;5. Suez&lt;br /&gt;6.Sam&lt;br /&gt;7.Alex&lt;br /&gt;8.Jean jean&lt;br /&gt;9.Suet ling&lt;br /&gt;10.Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS NO. 7 HAVING A RELATIONSHIP WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody at the moment, still as loyal to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; as ever *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS NO.9 HAVING A RELATIONSHIP WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Johny boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF NO.9 AND NO.1 ARE TOGETHER, WILL IT BE A GOOD THING?&lt;br /&gt;Haha no i guess, they're both taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT NO.1 AND NO.5?&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad idea if they were single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS NO.3 STUDYING?&lt;br /&gt;She's still in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CHATTED WITH NO.6?&lt;br /&gt;Just today, in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NO.4 WORK?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NO.8 HAVE ANY COUSINS IN HIS/HER OWN SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;Not that i know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU WOO NO.8?&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT NO.5??&lt;br /&gt;Maybe xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES NO.2 HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a little kid brother i adore lots. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW NO.2?&lt;br /&gt;Through friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS NO.5 THE SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-8446144250305523657?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8446144250305523657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=8446144250305523657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8446144250305523657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8446144250305523657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-take-it-anymore-im-on-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3228195047414307147</id><published>2008-04-10T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:48:22.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking out</title><content type='html'>Midyear exams is only a month away, and that makes SPM 7 months away. I'm freaking out. Whats worse? i'm not even prepared. I barely touched my books for the past 4 months, haven't absorbed anything in my brain yet. Am i doomed or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm also having trouble with my dance classes, they seem to be clashing with my new tuition schedules. I have to give up either one of my classes, i certainly do not want to give up ballet after 10 years of learning. But hiphop is one of my passion too. Argh, well i got to figure out something soon cause my head is about to burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely have time for my boy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I barely have time for my friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I barely have time for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i don't even have time to go maintain my eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I did manage to change my fringe side to the right&lt;/span&gt; few weeks back though, just for fun. hehh. it turned out alright.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, chemistry awaits! \:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3228195047414307147?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3228195047414307147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3228195047414307147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3228195047414307147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3228195047414307147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/04/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking out'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-2502760154870786094</id><published>2008-04-07T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:19:18.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I suck with words. But sometimes, words aren’t the thing.&lt;br /&gt;Love isn’t about words, it’s about what you do.&lt;br /&gt;We both know love is a big, scary, evil concept.&lt;br /&gt;But if you feel it, it’s gonna follow you around like a hungry dog.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean to say that love is a dog. I just mean I’m not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; If love beats us up, let’s just beat it up right back.&lt;br /&gt;We can do it!&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-2502760154870786094?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2502760154870786094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=2502760154870786094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2502760154870786094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2502760154870786094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/04/20th-anniversary.html' title='20th Anniversary'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4134317777769007207</id><published>2008-04-06T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:20:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April (:</title><content type='html'>April fool for one was hilarious. I punk'd friends. And sometimes you just totally forget what day it was and.. right back atcha! It was a real fun day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went BarCelona for the first time with the pals on last  night. I was suppose to go Euphoria concert to meet some old buddies, but i somehow ended up in pyramid and it was too jammed to get back in time for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona is a really chic place to hangout. The island bar is so cute! We all know i can't drink for shits, but the music was good and i danced a little. It was better than Maisons that night but very little people showed up with us. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4134317777769007207?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4134317777769007207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4134317777769007207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4134317777769007207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4134317777769007207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/04/april.html' title='April (:'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3310663231646140104</id><published>2008-03-30T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:51:29.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dance</title><content type='html'>Oh well, they decided to throw him a belated surprise birthday party in Maisons last night anyway. hahaha, it was fun. The shots, the music, the dancing.. everything turned out really good. Though i hope most of you got back safely since you guys were so tipsy! No road blocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who couldn't make it. you missed out a totally rockin night. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hangover..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangoverrr!&lt;/span&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/6366415132764759042-3310663231646140104?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3310663231646140104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3310663231646140104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3310663231646140104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3310663231646140104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-dance.html' title='Just Dance'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4603127418998349583</id><published>2008-03-23T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:05.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You mean a lot to me &lt;3</title><content type='html'>It was Justins birthday yesterday. i'm sure most of your friends are hating me for stealing you away from them on a such important day. hey, it wasn't my idea okay! blame him. (x I was pretty surprised you didn't wanna celebrate this year and just wanted to be somewhere quiet with me. Surprise surprise, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do you seem to be full of surprises this year?&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great spending time with you on your birthday for the 3rd year in a row now. I truly appreciate everything of you and what you've done. Am really proud of what you've become, someone whom i can lean on, responsible, caring, trusting, so much more. and someday, this i know for sure.. successful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything a girl could ask for, i feel like the luckiest person on earth. Sure, we may each have our flaws on this relationship but thats what makes us stronger each time. I really am glad to be your girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy birthday my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAM2KWpfZNI/AAAAAAAAACg/YDcuqzKfuCM/s1600-h/021212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAM2KWpfZNI/AAAAAAAAACg/YDcuqzKfuCM/s400/021212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189050747167139026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you really liked your present and not such saying it not to break my heart! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4603127418998349583?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4603127418998349583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4603127418998349583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4603127418998349583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4603127418998349583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/03/special-birthday-post.html' title='You mean a lot to me &lt;3'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAM2KWpfZNI/AAAAAAAAACg/YDcuqzKfuCM/s72-c/021212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3547102577668958535</id><published>2008-03-16T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:05.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason to have you here..</title><content type='html'>Have been chilling at The Gardens and Star Hill for the past few days. nothing much, just chilling.. chilling and more chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of Colbie Caillat but was dragged there by Karrisa. She's quite good live i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys are back from NS so we had a little gathering hangout for them at Laundry. Them telling stories bout NS is quite unbelievable, who knew NS would be so fun!? though i still hope i won't get it next year, I find it a waste of time. :\ My beloved Justin keeps whining bout how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zha dou&lt;/span&gt; he was for not getting in. hah, ever heard of people saying they wish to get in NS? i don't think so, you weirdo! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you guys noticed a lot of people have been wearing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Little Miss .. "&lt;/span&gt; shirts? Grrah, it's like everywhere i go i'd at least see 3 women wearing it! I even saw a guy wearing it for heavens sake, he has the MR version of course. I can't seem to find &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Little Miss Bad&lt;/span&gt; since my darling friends says it resembles me. haha, i'll keep looking! );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools starting again, that sucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R9t0LgnQcAI/AAAAAAAAACE/iCQL5ZuHgP8/s1600-h/2341654564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R9t0LgnQcAI/AAAAAAAAACE/iCQL5ZuHgP8/s320/2341654564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177859937674489858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thanks for spending extra quality time with my baby boy! :D&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/6366415132764759042-3547102577668958535?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3547102577668958535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3547102577668958535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3547102577668958535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3547102577668958535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/03/reason-to-have-you-here.html' title='Reason to have you here..'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R9t0LgnQcAI/AAAAAAAAACE/iCQL5ZuHgP8/s72-c/2341654564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1610208517442832504</id><published>2008-03-08T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:56:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Election votes are casted in today, to be honest.. it's pretty scary and interesting at the same time. \:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1610208517442832504?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1610208517442832504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1610208517442832504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1610208517442832504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1610208517442832504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/03/election-votes-are-casted-in-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3891521735179007973</id><published>2008-03-04T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:05.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apple bottom jeans with the boots and the fur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the whole club lookin at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she hit the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next thing you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shawty got low low low low low low low&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R81DLUhyqYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FXK_V0XMSmQ/s1600-h/StepUP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R81DLUhyqYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FXK_V0XMSmQ/s320/StepUP2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173865408686631298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've watched a few movie for the the past month.. but i'd have to say this one is TOO GOOD to not blog bout! It's fucking awesome, honestly. Though i missed part 1 of it, but i'll watch it someday.&lt;br /&gt;I was even thinking of quitting ballet to join hip hop! I feel like watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;Robbert Hoffman definitely takes your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a two thumbs up. GO WATCH IT PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3891521735179007973?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3891521735179007973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3891521735179007973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3891521735179007973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3891521735179007973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/03/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R81DLUhyqYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FXK_V0XMSmQ/s72-c/StepUP2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-8065126257573633599</id><published>2008-02-28T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:41:03.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored out of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Doing a tag for the first time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gluttony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Do you think you eat more than you should? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. What is your favorite  meal? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you  have for dinner today (or yesterday)? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giu choi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love cendols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Can you cook well? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uhm, not really but people will live after eating it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you a fruit or veggie person?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite  restaurant to go to? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm starting to like Tony Romas steak. yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you feel comfortable with your weight? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you vegetarian or vegan? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe your normal  eating habits. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fruits or snacks after meals occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. How much do you find yourself thinking about sex? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a virgin? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If not, who did you lose your  virginity to and when? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you  believe you should be in love to have sex? &lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever cheated on your  significant other? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What the  first thing you look for in a boy/girl? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality ; loving and loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have any special fantasies? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not that i can think of right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you been in lust more than  love? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once or twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you have sex with more than one person? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha, depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who have you lust for? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. What do you want more than anything right now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my boy to be beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does money play an  important part of your life? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are your goals for the future? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To achieve and be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think money is more  important than love? &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you were given one million dollars  right now, what would you do with it?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Buy everything i want! selfish, i know. ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Has anyone ever called you spoiled or greedy?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not that i know of. Bitchy, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do your parents have a lot of money? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How much money do you spend  in one week? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depends where i go and what i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do/would you share with people that are less fortunate? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever robbed  someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sloth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Have many people called you lazy? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  How much sleep do you get at night? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you often take naps in the middle of the day? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If i don't have enough sleep from the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was  the most depressing time of your life? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to impress my parents when i was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the best way to relax? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spending time with loved ones, listening to music, eating maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would  you consider yourself more of a follower or leader?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you consider yourself a  caring person? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What time do  you go to bed at night?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you waste most of your time doing?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Watching tv series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you rather go out  somewhere or stay home? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Who was the last person you were upset with? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the  meanest thing you’ve ever done to someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Embarrassed her in front of everyone is the furthest thing i did. ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you hate anyone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you angry a lot? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing  that made you mad? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you even been in a physical fight with someone? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Has there been a time that  you wanted to seek revenge? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your biggest pet peeve? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who think they know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How do you express your anger and frustration?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; By crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is it easy for you to forgive? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depends on what did the person ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Who are you most jealous of?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Maybe a certain celebrity called Sophia Bush, i love her. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is something  you want that your best friend has? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uhm, nothing really maybe except a nose piercing my family would never allow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is one thing you think you are lacking in life? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healthy relationship with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think of yourself as an  envious person? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theres nothing to be envious bout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How would you  consider yourself lucky? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not really a lucky charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Unlucky? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything around me seems to go wrongly from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever felt sorry for  yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Overall, do you think you have everything you need? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there  anyone that has been envious of you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wouldn't know bout that. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want a better life than what you have?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Certainly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. What is your best physical feature? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you like most  about your personality? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm loving and easy going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How much time do you take to get ready in the morning? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you wear a lot of  make-up? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  How often do you go shopping?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When i got the cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are your looks very important to you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm a girl, wadaya think? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you  ever like to be a model? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nah, never thought of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  What could be improved about your body? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have leg muscles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you think that you’re better than others? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; is better than someone in certain ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  What is your most embarrassing moment? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling down on stage perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging :&lt;br /&gt;Lings.&lt;br /&gt;Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Suez.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;Clarrisa.&lt;br /&gt;Jean Jean.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-8065126257573633599?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8065126257573633599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=8065126257573633599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8065126257573633599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8065126257573633599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/02/bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title='Bored out of my mind'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-9124343635358457147</id><published>2008-02-24T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:26:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues</title><content type='html'>The problem of having siblings is that each will have a position in your parents heart. I don't really understand, shouldn't parents love each and everyone of their children&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; unconditionally&lt;/span&gt; without doubts no matter how and who they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "favourite" &lt;/span&gt;one in the family and i've known it forever. I used to drive myself crazy trying to impress my parents to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the one&lt;/span&gt; in the family. Somehow, no matter what i do, i always fail. But to be honest, i don't give a shit anymore. It doesn't really matter to me, to be the most or least as long as i have a family to support. I may not be the most lovable one, but at least i know they'll support me. Financially and almost everything, everything except for a little love. But after so many years of thinking bout it, i still don't really understand. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did i ever do wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-9124343635358457147?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/9124343635358457147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=9124343635358457147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/9124343635358457147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/9124343635358457147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/02/issues.html' title='Issues'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-7946405998701697318</id><published>2008-02-15T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:06.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's love</title><content type='html'>I know i'm late but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin surprised me this year. Thank God in not those too cheesy way that makes my hair stand, hey i'm a hopeless romantic too okay.. just not too much. (x I got home from school, completely feeling like i've just came out from a puddle of mud, exhausted and having panda eyes from the lack of sleep the night before. I was suppose to wash up, and wait for Justin to come pick me so we can go somewhere for lunch and spent the whole day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i opened my bedroom door. Balloons, 2 dozen of roses, and my wall pasted completely with red letters saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"happy valentines day baby, i love you tons."&lt;/span&gt; along with my boyfriend sittng on my bed......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no hate to disappoint you, but no.. not naked. &gt;.&lt;)&lt;/span&gt; with the pair of soft toy piggies i pointed out saying it was the cutest thing i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really sweet. Completely shocked but it was one of the best thing that happened to me this year, and it's only the second month of it! It's gonna get better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was a blur. It didn't matter where we went, even though we went multi places and every single one of them were special since i've got him by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R7Wbzp-F60I/AAAAAAAAABk/1jKjYGMOhW8/s1600-h/Love04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R7Wbzp-F60I/AAAAAAAAABk/1jKjYGMOhW8/s320/Love04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167207459219434306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for everything you've done for me, i really appreciate i have someone like you in my life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're a gift from God.&lt;/span&gt; I love you! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-7946405998701697318?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/7946405998701697318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=7946405998701697318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7946405998701697318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/7946405998701697318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-love.html' title='It&apos;s love'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R7Wbzp-F60I/AAAAAAAAABk/1jKjYGMOhW8/s72-c/Love04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-5034132847135869660</id><published>2008-02-05T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:49:12.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are awesome</title><content type='html'>It's time to relax just a bit, it's time to collect money money money, it's time to spend em' all, it's time to just have fun within a week.&lt;br /&gt;I need swimming,&lt;br /&gt;i need the pool,&lt;br /&gt;i need the chlorine water on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;i need a tan,&lt;br /&gt;i need to wear a bikini,&lt;br /&gt;i need to dive,&lt;br /&gt;i jus.need.to.swim.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested? Kevins house! Ring me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and i finally went to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Gardens&lt;/span&gt;, it was pretty nice, But i still prefer Pavilion though. We headed to Bintang Walk for shisha too, oh my gosh! 50 bucks per shisha. It was fucking awesome though, I don't usually go high on shisha but God knows i did on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmm out of words, imma go shopping with my girlfriends now. tata &gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-5034132847135869660?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/5034132847135869660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=5034132847135869660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5034132847135869660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/5034132847135869660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/02/holidays-are-awesome.html' title='Holidays are awesome'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-1634380065194978064</id><published>2008-01-20T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:25:18.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Start</title><content type='html'>Everything is all still new to me, even the dates i wrote on any notebooks i'll still scribble the year "2007" on it. I guess i miss last year truckloads. There were so many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; memories left behind.. It was definitely a year to remember. Probably the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; ever. I took my Form 4 year a "honeymoon year" which i know it probably wasn't. But still, this year its time to get serious.. with SPM on the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope baby and i will make it through this year together as well, since we'll be both extra busy but i know we really can do it cause we really succeeded working through all our problems for the last few years. Especially the last, i'm really glad we did and hope nothing will ever break us apart again okaaaaay? (: Told you last year include good and the bads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the time to blog today ever since school started. It was really hectic, and i tried spending every free time i had to go hang with my boyfriend. Squeezed it through all the time for homework, tuition, curricular activities, and also assignments. It's only the beginning of the year and we already have homeworks and assignments pilling up FAST. I made it through the Girls Basketball School Team by the way.. so i have to really go for practice too. \:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well enough enough, i've got work to do! Catch up with you guys later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-1634380065194978064?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/1634380065194978064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=1634380065194978064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1634380065194978064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/1634380065194978064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-start.html' title='Busy Start'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-8370686646941431162</id><published>2008-01-01T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:58:27.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Years&lt;/span&gt; to friends, family, and everybody else. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i have serious beer belly now, urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-8370686646941431162?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/8370686646941431162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=8370686646941431162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8370686646941431162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/8370686646941431162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2008/01/brand-new-start.html' title='A Brand New Start'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3389279479205237151</id><published>2007-12-18T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:10.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God I Missed Home &amp; Boy so damn much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R2eoKMD7XYI/AAAAAAAAABU/eOuzg9QfhJw/s1600-h/z119736744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R2eoKMD7XYI/AAAAAAAAABU/eOuzg9QfhJw/s320/z119736744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145265992283938178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R2eoKcD7XZI/AAAAAAAAABc/22azxNoBP5Y/s1600-h/z119737147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R2eoKcD7XZI/AAAAAAAAABc/22azxNoBP5Y/s320/z119737147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145265996578905490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R2enf8D7XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZpbmFQDf8lU/s1600-h/z119736305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R2em_sD7XUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WJPnaGF87eQ/s320/z119736135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145264712383683906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3389279479205237151?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3389279479205237151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3389279479205237151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3389279479205237151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3389279479205237151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-i-missed-home-boy-so-damn-much.html' title='God I Missed Home &amp; Boy so damn much!'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R2eoKMD7XYI/AAAAAAAAABU/eOuzg9QfhJw/s72-c/z119736744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-2109739953012900579</id><published>2007-11-29T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:50:56.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Headed to Paris. Will catch you guys when i get back. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-2109739953012900579?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2109739953012900579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=2109739953012900579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2109739953012900579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2109739953012900579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-2348782335571493991</id><published>2007-11-25T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:07:43.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><content type='html'>People always say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. But come on, everyone does it. I know i do. I really think that anybody who says they don't judge people on first impressions is a big fat liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for you, it's clearly obvious you're one of us.. and even worse. Don't come acting innocent and giving false pretenses cause it's no use. Don't think about apologizing either cause whatever you do from now on isn't going to work. Clearly, i'm over all this bull and i can't take it anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-2348782335571493991?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/2348782335571493991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=2348782335571493991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2348782335571493991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/2348782335571493991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3933404353713509213</id><published>2007-11-23T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:30:29.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie junkie</title><content type='html'>Baby and i went to watch a movie today. This is the first time we actually went out on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a real date&lt;/span&gt; ever since his spm started. :( so i picked up some romantic fairytale movie..Stardust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.. okay? Don't really like it but i just love this part the girl confessed to the guy she loved.. it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no fits. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and i had a great time window shopping after that. We didn't do anything much but it was nice hanging with him again. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3933404353713509213?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3933404353713509213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3933404353713509213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3933404353713509213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3933404353713509213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2007/11/movie-junkie.html' title='Movie junkie'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-3672111567365702746</id><published>2007-11-21T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:33:10.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls of fury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R0PXBkR7RJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iclbOf0qBuc/s1600-h/photo_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R0PXBkR7RJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iclbOf0qBuc/s320/photo_28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135184422051202194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched this yesterday with Denise girl.. Beginning was hilarious but it got boring towards the end. Could have been better. Anyhos, i so envy the tattoo on Maggie Q's waist, sexy to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go shisha at Hartamas in 5 minutes and i'm not even dressed! Catch ya later! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-3672111567365702746?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/3672111567365702746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=3672111567365702746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3672111567365702746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/3672111567365702746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2007/11/balls-of-fury.html' title='Balls of fury'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/R0PXBkR7RJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iclbOf0qBuc/s72-c/photo_28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366415132764759042.post-4791339942201441111</id><published>2007-11-16T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:26:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie</title><content type='html'>Ridiculously confused with blogspot, i find it quite confusing, am i that dumb? =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm new here, ditched xanga after everyone persuading me to change it to blogger. Well, what are ya waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELCOME ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or better yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me out here? ahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p s ; heyy.. they don't have much colours. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6366415132764759042-4791339942201441111?l=mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/feeds/4791339942201441111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6366415132764759042&amp;postID=4791339942201441111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4791339942201441111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366415132764759042/posts/default/4791339942201441111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlecinderellastory.blogspot.com/2007/11/newbie.html' title='Newbie'/><author><name>Christy Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00070836047979712941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yfCIjR-eU08/SAMa4WpfZMI/AAAAAAAAACY/i3dET8xKdvk/S220/7c7136ae2d2891e3d7418c2e38e69cfd27454891.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
