<?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-3544258582941228487</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:21:02.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewalk Superhero ;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-7587290030910051976</id><published>2009-03-18T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:48:03.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And if you fall it doesn't matter, cuz' at least you know you're alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A heart break isn't always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;as loud as a &lt;b&gt;bomb exploding&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes it's as silent as a feather falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And the only one who can hear it is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay, so I haven't got much time here cuz' I have drama in like 45min. Which translated means 45min to shower, moisturize and get to school. Haha, so I thought I'd do a quick survey instead of a proper post? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 333 Survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;1. I live to shop.&lt;br /&gt;2. I desperately need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a Chindian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you're doing right now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Uh, this survey?&lt;br /&gt;2. Listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing with my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you did yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skipped Geog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drama.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mess around with my bro's new Macbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you want&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To be skinny!&lt;br /&gt;2. Pink guitar.&lt;br /&gt;3. A new camera dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three pets you want&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Another dog? I want a Yorkie!&lt;br /&gt;2. Hamster.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nah, I don't rly want more pets, 2's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of your best friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wanlin&lt;br /&gt;2. Mel&lt;br /&gt;3. Anna&amp;amp;Ner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of your favorite family members&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mum&lt;br /&gt;2. Lil bro?&lt;br /&gt;3. Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you drink daily&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Water&lt;br /&gt;2. Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;3. Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of your favorite movies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Batman: The Dark Night&lt;br /&gt;2. The Little Princess (I'm sucha kid lol)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of your favorite musicians/bands&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;2. Boys like Girls&lt;br /&gt;3. Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of your favorite TV shows&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;2. The Nanny&lt;br /&gt;3. F.R.I.E.N.D.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of your most recent texts (who from)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have a phone&lt;br /&gt;2. cuz' my dang Mum confiscated it&lt;br /&gt;3. wahahahaha. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three people you've spoken to in the past 24 hours&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mum&lt;br /&gt;2. Lil' bro&lt;br /&gt;3. Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three songs you last heard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. better that we break - maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;2. creep - muse (i love this song it's amazing.)&lt;br /&gt;3. mad - neyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three people you last hugged&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wanlin!&lt;br /&gt;2. Snowy&lt;br /&gt;3. Chelle (that was like 3days ago lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you last ate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apple&lt;br /&gt;2. Omelette&lt;br /&gt;3. Eh? Chicken Schnitzel last night I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three cities/towns you've lived in&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2. Greensboro&lt;br /&gt;3. Uh that's it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three places you'd like to visit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maldives (again!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Korea (again!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. US (I haven't been there in like what, 10 years?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you're looking forward to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting skinnier.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prom.&lt;br /&gt;3. After Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of your pet peeves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Poseurs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Despo ppl.&lt;br /&gt;3. Two-faced hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three reasons you last saw a doctor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Asthma&lt;br /&gt;2. Diarrheoa&lt;br /&gt;3. Uh, I can't rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of your favorite teachers (even if you're out of school, think back)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ms Caitlin&lt;br /&gt;2. Ms Kok&lt;br /&gt;3. Ms Bong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three of your favorite subjects in school&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English&lt;br /&gt;2. AMath&lt;br /&gt;3. Literature (tho' I suck at it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things to the right of you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. Bag&lt;br /&gt;3. Lipsmacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things to the left of you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lamp&lt;br /&gt;2. Bedside table&lt;br /&gt;3. Aircon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three reasons you're single (or taken)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm through with puppylove.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys are immature assholes.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like anyone at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you like to do on the weekends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep!&lt;br /&gt;2. Hang out.&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you're feeling right now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tired&lt;br /&gt;2. Panic (i'm gonna be late for drama!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Annoyed (cuz' this thing is neverending)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Creepy Crawlies&lt;br /&gt;2. Vegetables&lt;br /&gt;3. Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Three things you love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God!&lt;br /&gt;2. Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-7587290030910051976?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/7587290030910051976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=7587290030910051976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/7587290030910051976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/7587290030910051976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-if-you-fall-it-doesnt-matter-cuz-at.html' title='And if you fall it doesn&apos;t matter, cuz&apos; at least you know you&apos;re alive.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-1204584682386841493</id><published>2009-03-10T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:15:14.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz' the girl in the mirror is crying tonight, and there's nothing I can tell her to make her feel alright.</title><content type='html'>Just had this inexplicable urge to blog, so here I am. (: I know I've abandoned this thing for the longest time, but even now I'm not sure if I'll be back for good. Perhaps I will, since nobody ever reads this thing anymore, which makes it a perfect outlet for me to vent my frustrations. So, um stay tuned?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's catching up on me, and this time there's no escape.&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/3544258582941228487-1204584682386841493?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1204584682386841493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=1204584682386841493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1204584682386841493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1204584682386841493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuz-girl-in-mirror-is-crying-tonight.html' title='Cuz&apos; the girl in the mirror is crying tonight, and there&apos;s nothing I can tell her to make her feel alright.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-574863336016416787</id><published>2008-08-28T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:03:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/adelaidenow/story/0,22606,24212817-5006301,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/adelaidenow/story/0,22606,24212817-5006301,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/adelaidenow/story/0,22606,24230912-5006301,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/adelaidenow/story/0,22606,24230912-5006301,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really saddening. Somehow I still think that behind the song, there's a very mixed-up man's desperate cry for help. But than again if that's so, what exactly draws the line between who we are and him? What makes any different from Mike, for deep down we're all sinners. Who are we to judge, so let's leave it all in God's hands. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm STILL praying for you, Micheal Guglielmucci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cause that’s the truth, right?? We’re all Mike. We’re all Todd. We’re all messed up, screwed up, broken, deceitful, lying, sinful people. Now we may not be as devious or as scheming as those who are exposed and exploited but does that make us any better or any worse? Not at all. At the end of the day we are broken, sinful people in need of grace. Only God’s grace. And I need just as much of it as Mike does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Chris from Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3544258582941228487-574863336016416787?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/574863336016416787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=574863336016416787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/574863336016416787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/574863336016416787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/08/healer.html' title='Healer'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-8285071534437093654</id><published>2008-08-20T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:55:13.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one, I hope someday you will join us and the world will live as one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Only cuz' this quote struck a deep chord witihin me. I need a goal in life, something to work towards, something that will make me want to put in my all. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, and wanting to own a pair of Jimmy Choos by the age of 21 doesn't count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alth I wouldn't mind that as an incentive!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PS. Will be updating properly soon! Shoutouts, surveys and lengthy posts coming right your way once the dreaded Math paper is over and done with. Luvvvvv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-8285071534437093654?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/8285071534437093654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=8285071534437093654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8285071534437093654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8285071534437093654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-may-say-im-dreamer-but-im-not-only.html' title='You may say I&apos;m a dreamer but I&apos;m not the only one, I hope someday you will join us and the world will live as one.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-241628801972105181</id><published>2008-08-12T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:10:18.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streetlights Escapade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; I've fallen in love with the "Confessions of Georgia Nicolson" series all over again. It's hilarious even with the sick bits, rly freaking funny hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02. &lt;/span&gt;I'm sry for not answering yr calls lately Chelz, just that it's common test week so I'm not allowed to use the phone. V v sorry hun, don't be mad mmkay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; There's a ton of books I wanna buy rly rly badly, but alas I'm completely broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; I lost my Borders Membership Card after owning it for a whopping period of 8days. I'm currently mourning its demise, y'have no idea how distraught I am. D: (It was all gold &amp;amp; shiny!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05.&lt;/span&gt; It is officially 5 weeks to EOYs yet I'm far from prepared. Very very dead, on the contrary. I must start studying no matter how much I don't want to. MIND OVER BODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06.&lt;/span&gt; Last episode of Fated To Love You this weekend!!!!!!!!! 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.&lt;/span&gt;  E-learning for the next two days = No school! TOGA PARTAYYEEE WHOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08.&lt;/span&gt; Got dates with quite number of ppl this week. Yeah, when EOYs are only a couple of weeks away? What the hell am I thinking?! Sigh sigh sighness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09.&lt;/span&gt; Nicholas Sparks Movie Marathon w Christelle was good. ;D I love A Walk To Remember, teared like shat during that show! It's got me wanting to read all his books, sigh more to add to the endless list of books I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;KAP / Serene w Wendy &amp;amp; Ras later! Looking forward to hanging w the homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS. Wenz, cheer up alright hunz. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&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/3544258582941228487-241628801972105181?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/241628801972105181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=241628801972105181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/241628801972105181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/241628801972105181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/08/01.html' title='Streetlights Escapade.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-1714654366426925209</id><published>2008-08-12T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:21:46.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas Daley. &lt;3</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/_xFVpTdXpzzE/SKGnUDTjO-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nZKY4PvGTTs/s1600-h/B08C1979-C5D7-9BEC-B39F801DA3E404E9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFVpTdXpzzE/SKGnUDTjO-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nZKY4PvGTTs/s400/B08C1979-C5D7-9BEC-B39F801DA3E404E9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233648204907756514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thomas Daley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Daley is my absolute new love. ♥ When it comes to athletes that is. Aw, he's one of the main reason why I think the the Olympics is such a worthwhile watch. Look at all that smokin' abs, and the guy's only freaking 14! (Btw btw the media dubbed him as 'Peking Tom' and 'Little Briton', rofllll Kat and I had sucha laugh ovr that) Hha, don't worry I ain't gna turn paedophile anytime soon.. I just think he's plain adorable (in a totally platonic way), I swear.&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/3544258582941228487-1714654366426925209?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1714654366426925209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=1714654366426925209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1714654366426925209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1714654366426925209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/08/thomas-daley.html' title='Thomas Daley. &lt;3'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFVpTdXpzzE/SKGnUDTjO-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nZKY4PvGTTs/s72-c/B08C1979-C5D7-9BEC-B39F801DA3E404E9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-7276708216341187376</id><published>2008-08-12T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:01:27.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never catch me down, cuz' I'm way too fly to fall.</title><content type='html'>Oohkay, so I'm positively dying of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt; right now. The freaking Computer Lab in school blocks almost every video sharing website available, and I have no other source of entertainment. ): I thought I was being&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; smarmy&lt;/span&gt;, dodging the website filter and all by visiting Youku.com instead, but even that is blocked now as well!!! Dang, these guys must have monitored every single website visited by the students in order to source for frequently visited video sharing sites to ban. Seriously lighten up manzx, taking your job a tad bit too seriously much? D: Whateverrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm rly doomed for the Bio Test tmr. Was flipping through my notes and realised that the first half is completely unfilled cuz' I was absent when she went through that section! Shat, and it's gonna be tested? Noooooooo. Shall call my beloved Kitty Kat later in hope that she'll be able to enlighten me. ): ): ): Sobz. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM. SO. FREAKING. DEAD. ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw btw, HSM On Ice Tour was awesomezxz! &lt;b&gt;♥ &lt;/b&gt;I thought the figure skating was rly rly cool, and the singing was pretty good despite them not being the original cast &amp;amp; all (Zac Efron skating, IMAGINE THAT). Omg but I think Sharpay looks like an exact carbon copy of Ashley Tisdale, they look damn alike man. :o Act 1 was great, hha Chrissy and I went into a laughing fit during the 3-in-1 callback scene where the actors were frozen awkwardly into place. Hha foony shizzums, we kept laughing at the slightest things aft that. Tsk, Chris yr lameness is seriously contagious. Act 2 was uhm B-ORING, save the part where Troy's shirt almost got ripped off (hha, hottie-ness!), I guess it's prolly cuz' I'm not much of a fan of HSM 2. The souveniers were freaking expensive man. Sigh, I wanted to get the shimmery blue hat but it cost $14? Crazyness, I was dirt broke anw aft splurging on the popcorn and cotton candy. D: All the same, &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;thank you so much for the tix Chrissy darling! Had great fun with you. Tsk, all our Sharpay Imitations, NBA Popcorn Slamdunk and Screech-along moments. Ily &amp;amp; Nissy many many, treasure yr sissy k hun. She's the most adorablish creature everrrrrr. (Will post pics too, if I'm not lazy hha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[edit]&lt;/span&gt; I'm currently hooked on Hero, by Mariah Carey. Can't get the song outta my head, I think it's kinda inspirational in a way? Whatevs, I luvv Mariah Carey. She's got one of the most awesomest voices ever, even though she is a major diva! What the heck, she does have every right to be one anyway, with what she's achieved an everything. But I personally am not in favour of the new direction she's chose to head for her new music,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stick to ballads hun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&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/3544258582941228487-7276708216341187376?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/7276708216341187376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=7276708216341187376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/7276708216341187376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/7276708216341187376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/08/oohkay-so-im-positively-dying-of.html' title='You&apos;ll never catch me down, cuz&apos; I&apos;m way too fly to fall.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-523903305810345125</id><published>2008-08-11T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:28:02.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You put colour in my smile, and shine like the day.</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been really great for me, very eventful and all. Managed to bond w Besties and unexpectedly re-connected w some longlost friends from forever ago. There's loads I want to update about, but I simply lack the time to do a proper blog post so I'll just make do with posting a couple of quick shoutouts. Will reply tags soon as well, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, for putting &lt;u&gt;colour&lt;/u&gt; in my life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wenz and Ras (for School &amp;amp; Friday!), Melzies (for Bestieship &amp;amp; Friday!), Chelleykins (for Latenight Phonecalls!), Christelle (for HSM On Ice Tour), Nanabuns (for Heart-to-Heart Session &amp;amp; Friday!), Nerner (for Finally Contacting Me Again!), Kat (for Buddyship!), Bry (for Confessions!), Abigail &amp;amp; Nigel (for Kindy [Sorta] Reunion!) Family (for N'day &amp;amp; Being There For Me!), God (for Everything!). &lt;3&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/3544258582941228487-523903305810345125?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/523903305810345125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=523903305810345125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/523903305810345125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/523903305810345125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/08/past-couple-of-days-have-been-really.html' title='You put colour in my smile, and shine like the day.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-2545554121459975180</id><published>2008-08-05T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:05:50.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I - Casting Crowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CT7x3VnrqbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord of all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the bright and morning star,&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way,&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;But because of what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;But because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Still you hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;And you've told me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the eyes that see my sin&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love&lt;br /&gt;And watch me rise again.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the voice that calmed the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the reason why I make it through each day.&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/3544258582941228487-2545554121459975180?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2545554121459975180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=2545554121459975180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2545554121459975180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2545554121459975180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-am-i-casting-crowns.html' title='Who Am I - Casting Crowns'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-4855735672850967407</id><published>2008-08-05T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:44:36.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear streaked broken heart, we'll take it back where Forever starts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I &lt;strong&gt;close&lt;/strong&gt; my eyes I &lt;u&gt;dream&lt;/u&gt; about you &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And even if the &lt;strong&gt;moon&lt;/strong&gt; fell down tonight&lt;br /&gt;there'd be &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to worry about,&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;em&gt;worry&lt;/em&gt; about at all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; make the &lt;em&gt;whole world&lt;/em&gt; shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 year 3 months 9 days to completely erase any trace of you ever having existed in my life; ...Do I even hold a place in your heart?&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I don't know what to do anymore, I've lost the only love worth fighting for. Drifting without direction, I seek solace in this empty numbness. No more tears, no more heartbreak, surely this is where infinity ends.  It's now or never, goodbye mi querida. &lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-4855735672850967407?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4855735672850967407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=4855735672850967407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/4855735672850967407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/4855735672850967407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-close-my-eyes-i-dream-about-you.html' title='Tear streaked broken heart, we&apos;ll take it back where Forever starts.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-632409606252205427</id><published>2008-08-05T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T04:22:28.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear you in a whisper, but you can’t even hear me screaming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I've come to realize that he's &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; a guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A special one maybe, but he's not &lt;u&gt;mine&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't need to do &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; to make him love me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because, I know, if he wanted to, he &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyz Sweethearts. I know I've been gone in like FOREVER, but I'm back (for good, I hope) now so that's what matters! ;D I've got no excuse for the extremely long hiatus this time round, hha was just too freaking lazy to update. What can I say, sometimes my inner pig just gets the better of me. Yup, so I'll save the whole swearing-to-update-for-the-rest-of-my-life crap, since we all know that I'll prolly never live up to my words. So yeah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGFEST WAS DAAAA BOMBZ!&lt;/span&gt; Had an absolute helluva time. Seriously, so much so that it's actually a real challenge just for me to put all that fun I had there into words. I had my heart set on not going for Singfest all this while cuz' I didn't want to carry the guilt of squandering my parents' ka-ching ($$) on a frivolous one-time event like such for the rest of my life, but the funny thing is that my Mummy was the one who ended up scoring me ticks for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mummy = M, Sarah = S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; Sarah! Could you please go make your bed? Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; Huh, why? Can't Siti do it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am not a spoilt brat btw, hmph Chelle!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M:&lt;/span&gt; You go do it NOW. It's about time you take up some responsibility around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: &lt;/span&gt;Hmphhh, fine. (Rather grudgingly)&lt;br /&gt;(smoothens pillow and chance upon smth under it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; OMG OMG! SINGFEST TICKETS?! I LOVE YOU MUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the irony of it all, God really blesses me in everything I do. I really thank the Lord for giving me the bestest Mummy in the whole wide world, seriously. She's always putting us kids before herself, and she's the one person I can trust wholeheartedly aside from God! Luvvvvvv. Anw shall blog abt Singfest (maybe even w pics!) some other time, although all I can say is that it was RLY RLY good hha. I'm missing it like crazy already! And Kim too! (: (: (:  And and! Drumroll please, for the next biggest highlight of my month.. Breaking Dawn! Hha, okay v. predictable I know, but go read it now (!!!) all you deprived souls who've yet to do so. It's awesomeeee shizz, okay maybe not really, but still! How can you resist the charms of Edward Cullen? Haha. Anw gtg now, love y'all.  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&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/3544258582941228487-632409606252205427?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/632409606252205427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=632409606252205427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/632409606252205427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/632409606252205427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/08/heyz-sweethearts.html' title='I can hear you in a whisper, but you can’t even hear me screaming.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-511991957337817275</id><published>2008-07-09T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:47:26.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is us at our best, with matching holes inside our chests.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wake up, it's &lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;The day is getting colder.&lt;br /&gt;Head aches, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my mind breaks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kicked the covers on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs, they're &lt;u&gt;laughing&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's seeming happy&lt;br /&gt;I say it's too early to &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't done that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in a while&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My lips are screaming pretty nothings. My ears are bleeding for a want of words. But fuck words, I need actions. Hope has left me fucking shattered. Where are you when I need you most?&lt;br /&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/3544258582941228487-511991957337817275?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/511991957337817275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=511991957337817275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/511991957337817275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/511991957337817275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-us-at-our-best-with-matching.html' title='This is us at our best, with matching holes inside our chests.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-6752230258640605995</id><published>2008-07-09T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:46:24.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this where forever ends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything changes, friends become &lt;i&gt;strangers&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What we hold so dear slips away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past keeps on fading, but I’ll &lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; forget you&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm plain tired of you making use of me over &amp;amp; over again, dumping me aside like a used toy when I'm  no longer of any value to you. It's about time I quit hanging on to the past, I'm done with your manipulative ways.&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/3544258582941228487-6752230258640605995?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/6752230258640605995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=6752230258640605995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/6752230258640605995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/6752230258640605995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-changes-friends-become.html' title='Is this where forever ends?'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-46835695857851299</id><published>2008-07-09T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:00:24.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart can feel what my skin can't touch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take the breath right out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You left a hole where my heart should be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to &lt;u&gt;fight&lt;/u&gt; just to make it through,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;i&gt;i will be the death of you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot emphasize how stressed I've been feeling for the past couple of days, all I can say is that Drama's been the main cause of my trauma. Seriously, if I was to describe my current state of mind in one word, INSANE would be it. D: Yeah, so forgive me for my lack of updates/ reply of tags but it's all cuz my crazy schedual has rendered me incapable of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, on the bright side at least Drama Night will officially be over in 3 days time (although it's seemingly rather far away at the moment).  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SWEAR I WILL NOT BE SORRY TO SEE IT COME TO AN END CUZ' I'M HONESTLY WAY BETTER OFF WITHOUT HAVING TO GO THROUGH SO MUCH SHIZZ.&lt;/span&gt; Nope, no Drama Night withdrawal symptoms for me! It's been insanely difficult to juggle Drama and homework to start with, but with the 'O' Levels CL Oral earlier this week (that I'm prolly gna flunk!) and the multitude of tests all piled up, it's pretty imaginable how hectic my week's been. Esp w Drama ending at 8.30pm for the past two days and 11pm for the following three, how on earth am I supposed to actually find sufficient time to study! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite all these God's rly been there to help me through. He's also made me realised that I've awesome people standing behind me all the way no matter what. Namely, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rochelle Teo Hui Ting&lt;/span&gt; (who sacrificed her Art Proj thingamajic just to talk to me till midnight,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; whoa ni zhen de hui4 ting1 worh&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wendy Yee Lai Man&lt;/span&gt; (for being v v supportive/ helpful be it in class or drama, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moony Lee&lt;/span&gt;!), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celine Low Zi Ling&lt;/span&gt; (for your ghetto girl 'tude and being rly responsible), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiao Wei &lt;/span&gt;(for being my Gay Gordans dance partner and hilarious), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricia/ Zhi Xin/ Wei Yu/ Theodora/ Rachel/ Zenn/ Jin Ju/ Carolyn/ Angelica/ Everyone else&lt;/span&gt; (for chipping in)! Ily guys many many, and may Drama Night be a success. Thank you truly Lord, for everything you've given me in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&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/3544258582941228487-46835695857851299?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/46835695857851299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=46835695857851299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/46835695857851299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/46835695857851299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-heart-can-feel-what-my-skin-cant.html' title='My heart can feel what my skin can&apos;t touch.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-8258437216087152536</id><published>2008-07-01T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:58:28.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll fall in love for this one last time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;I would &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;to know &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; he likes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;because I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;skinny&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;u&gt;pretty&lt;/u&gt;, or &lt;strike&gt;popular.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;I'm just me and for some reason he &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, drama and all that shizz has got me all tired out. Seriously, so much so that I'm exhausted both mentally and physically. D: Half of the time I just feel like dozing off, never to wake up again cuz' being asleep is just so much easier than having to live through every single day of my life. Yeah, but life goes on all the same, and I guess now all I can do is rely on God's love to pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Inline Skating for PE today! Was awesome fun, though I suck like crap at it. Trainers were uhm fooney shizz, hha their English is seriously superb manzxzxz. Plus, I got 19 for my English book report today, well 17 if you count the 2 penalty marks acquired. But still highest in class, which makes me a v. happy girl lol. ;D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh, I'm tres modest eh?&lt;/span&gt; Anw had to stay back aft schol for Chemistry Midyears Supplementary Assessment Test today. The test was okay (better than MYAs fosho'!), but I'm pretty sure I'm gna flunk it. "Learning" didn't go too well either cuz' Wendy was being dense, and I nearly coughed myself to death to no avail. I suppose I'll have to face Mrs Lau's deathstare aft all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Serene Centre w. Kat, Celine, Wendy &amp;amp; Ras once Chem was over and done with. Had loads of fun, but we left pretty soon aft cuz' they all had to head home. Ate Macs, where Celine enlightened me w. loads of juicy soundbites (McWings!), and shared w. her a double scoop of Nutella + Cookies N Cream @ Island Creamery. Yumzzyyy! ;D Oh, and at IC we saw a (Espanol?) couple snogging full frontal.. in broad freaking daylight. Sheesh, ever heard of a room ppl? Hha, but overall I still enjoyed myself. Luvv y'guys for the amazing time man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Je pense je t'aime. Mais est il en valeur tous ces chagrin juste à   essai encore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&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/3544258582941228487-8258437216087152536?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/8258437216087152536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=8258437216087152536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8258437216087152536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8258437216087152536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-fall-in-love-for-this-one-last-time.html' title='I&apos;ll fall in love for this one last time.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-1152307354747553332</id><published>2008-06-30T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:40:23.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty isn't defined by the size of your jeans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that leads the way, The faith that nothing can dismay, The hope no disappointments tire, The passion that will burn like fire, Let me not sink to be a clod: Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HURT BRINGS HOPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights without stars. Days without sunshine. You keep looking for a ray of hope to hold onto, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick yourself up, dust yourself off and bam! Another crisis, another disappointment knocks you to the ground, and... What do you do? Where do you turn? When you’re mired in the sticky swamp of hurts, how do you climb out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer isn‘t found in bartering with God. The answer isn‘t found in completing a checklist. The answer is found in making a choice. Choosing to concentrate on the hurt, or choosing to have faith in the healer. To hide in the shadows of hurt, or to walk in the light with the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be your choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Wendy's Blog-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because you're the only one who can save me now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3544258582941228487-1152307354747553332?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1152307354747553332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=1152307354747553332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1152307354747553332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1152307354747553332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/06/beauty-isnt-defined-by-size-of-your.html' title='Beauty isn&apos;t defined by the size of your jeans.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-1365293361951550498</id><published>2008-06-30T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:19:27.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go of what kills you, and hang on to what makes you breathe.</title><content type='html'>Dear Bestfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know what's going on with you anymore. You're an enigma, a stranger, someone I can hardly recognise. I wish you'd open up, so I can see past your wounds, past your hurt, and sew you back together again. Time alone, that's all you're asking for right now... I understand. But how can I watch on helplessly as you spiral downwards into a bottomless pit of pain and sorrow? I want you back, more than ever. Know that I'll be there for you till eternity, anytime, anywhere, any moment, any place.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I'll be praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i can’t take it, &lt;em&gt;wake me&lt;/em&gt; when it’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;you&lt;em&gt; seem so far&lt;/em&gt; away, i wish &lt;u&gt;that you were&lt;/u&gt; closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i see&lt;strike&gt; you everyday&lt;/strike&gt;, i'm&lt;u&gt; too scared&lt;/u&gt; to walk over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonder what&lt;/strong&gt; you'd &lt;u&gt;say&lt;/u&gt;, i&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; barely &lt;em&gt;even know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&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/3544258582941228487-1365293361951550498?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1365293361951550498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=1365293361951550498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1365293361951550498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1365293361951550498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-go-of-what-kills-you-and-hang-on-to.html' title='Let go of what kills you, and hang on to what makes you breathe.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-2099744308467330098</id><published>2008-06-28T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:53:19.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are awesome in this place, Mighty God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The closest thing to an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;epidemic&lt;/span&gt; breaking at rapid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A love without a cure, no uncertainties for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The closest thing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; that calls you back for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from helping Aunty Gwyneth bake her cupcakes for tmr's charity bazaar at her church. Well not just, but an hour and a half ago but wth. Glennis and I were supposed to be in charge of the icing but we screwed up real bad, so ended up having to mix the boring ol' batter. Hha but it was kinda fun I think, the both of us are such icing-aholics. We kept licking icing off the cupcakes until Aunty Gwyneth got pissed and kinda yelled at Glennis. Man, I'm so sorry hun. But I guess everything was okay in the end cuz' Aunty Gwyneth baked us two whole batch of cupcakes to be shared amongst Glennis, Germaine &amp;amp; I. :/ Yep, left at aroud 1pm cuz' Glenn had piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so abt ytd.. There was this rather disturbing sex ed talk during GEL period, which was uhm overly graphic. Yeah, I was so freakeddddd out by it. :o Than it was drama aft school which lasted way past 5.30pm cuz we had to keep props and stuff. Headed to KAP when it was over, before we had to rush back cuz' LoveMG was gonna start! LoveMG was great. Definitely not what I expected, but nevertheless still good. It kicked off at a rather slow start initially, but got better as things progressed. Loved the choice of songs, which I managed to connect to despite not being very familiar with the lyrics. Shan't go into much details, but all I can say is that I definitely felt God's presence within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so anw I guess this is about it for now cuz' I've gotta wash up and get ready to head out. Will be watching Ballerina &amp;amp; Bboyz @ the Esplanade later on, so doubt that I'll have time to blog. So till then, miss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&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/3544258582941228487-2099744308467330098?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2099744308467330098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=2099744308467330098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2099744308467330098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2099744308467330098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-awesome-in-this-place-mighty.html' title='You are awesome in this place, Mighty God.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-4614174529397445666</id><published>2008-06-27T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:30:26.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come home running into the Father's arms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXtck007rhE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXtck007rhE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Come Home Running&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heart of mine,                      why must you stray?&lt;br /&gt;                   From one so fair you run away&lt;br /&gt;                   And one more time you have to pay&lt;br /&gt;                   The heaviness of needless shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh heart of mine,                      come back home&lt;br /&gt;                   You've been too long out on your own&lt;br /&gt;                   And He's been there all along&lt;br /&gt;                   Watching for you down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;So come home running&lt;br /&gt;                   His arms are open wide&lt;br /&gt;                   His name is Jesus&lt;br /&gt;                   He understands&lt;br /&gt;                   He is the answer&lt;br /&gt;                   You are looking for&lt;br /&gt;                   So come home running&lt;br /&gt;                   Just as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh child of God                      so dearly loved&lt;br /&gt;                   And ransomed by the Savior's blood&lt;br /&gt;                   And called by name, Daughter and Son&lt;br /&gt;                   Wrapped in the robe of righteousness&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/3544258582941228487-4614174529397445666?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4614174529397445666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=4614174529397445666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/4614174529397445666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/4614174529397445666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/06/come-home-running-into-fathers-arms.html' title='Come home running into the Father&apos;s arms.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-3879820668672321115</id><published>2008-06-26T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:21:40.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see the universe through your eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFVpTdXpzzE/SGOtKUxbxII/AAAAAAAAAAs/FnKQMHUxuVQ/s1600-h/2053489207_3f7cd70d6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFVpTdXpzzE/SGOtKUxbxII/AAAAAAAAAAs/FnKQMHUxuVQ/s400/2053489207_3f7cd70d6f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216203186311513218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Even songs we write today, if you really listen to the lyrics, it can be about love songs, but it's also about our relationship with God. It's simple. We're Christian guys in a rock 'n' roll band."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay, so I'm not exactly a die-hard fan like Andrea, Wendy &amp;amp; Celine.. But I have to concede that the JoBros just never cease to surprise me. First it was the not minding to date a fan thing, followed by Nick's fave possesion being the bible, than the purity ring thingo, and now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, how can often can you find Hollywood stars nowadays who have not let their fame get it to their heads and who have managed to keep their morals intact despite having struck it big? Screw that, how many Americans past the age of 15 can you find nowadays who are actually still virgins? Well, the answer to both questions is- Not Alot. Now, I guess it's no question why I think the JoBros are pretty much amazing. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratz Andy &amp;amp; Wendy, y'guys have officially converted me. I am currently well on my way to becoming a fully-fledged teenybopper fan, whoopeee! One thing though, Wendy I still think Joe PWNZ Nick (the adorable guy with a birdnest do') all the way. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-3879820668672321115?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/3879820668672321115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=3879820668672321115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/3879820668672321115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/3879820668672321115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/06/even-songs-we-write-today-if-you-really.html' title='I see the universe through your eyes.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFVpTdXpzzE/SGOtKUxbxII/AAAAAAAAAAs/FnKQMHUxuVQ/s72-c/2053489207_3f7cd70d6f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-6231973760376571184</id><published>2008-06-26T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T04:54:43.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to run, but only far enough to make you miss me.</title><content type='html'>It's been eons since my last proper update and I'm rly sorry about it. School's been pretty much a blur of homework, CCA and tests so I've been caught up with the insane workload that I haven't gotten much of chance to blog. Not that I've actually done much work to start with, but I've been trying.. really hard. Haven't gotten around to actually studying yet, but I swear I will soon. I'm rly gonna pull myself together for this final semester, yeah and just leave everything else in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, the next few upcoming weeks are gonna be packed with activities for me- LoveMG, Aloud (?), BBoyz &amp;amp; Ballerina, WKQ @ Dragonfly, Expressivo, Drama Night, Chem Retest &amp;amp; Test, Andrea's B'day Party/ Sleepover, Cal's Dance Night, Portschers' Farewell Dinner.. and finally the dreaded 'O' Level CL Oral. Yeah, so you prolly can imagine how hectic my schedule will be, not to mention the loads of homework I've got piling up. Argh, I'm on the freaking verge of breaking down. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw away from the depressing shizz, LoveMG tomorrow night! ;D Can't wait, can't wait. Seriously, I rly thank god for putting me in a Christian school and for giving me countless of opportunities to exalt his name. I love you Lord, and I believe you have a purpose for me in life all mapped out even before the day you put breath in me. {: Will most prolly be going w Wendy, Ras, Meiz, Celine(?) &amp;amp; Wanlin(?)! Yup, and I'm sure it'll be awesome regardless of what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hha, and I finally realised who Jeremy is! Loser sent me on a freaking wild goose chase to uncover his identity. He's the guy who's alw hanging out w Theo &amp;amp; Poofles (Di calls him that cuz' he has poofy hair! Lmao) in church. I think we met before, P3 Church Camp right? Zomg don't know why but he reminds me of Jeremiah! Nah, not because of the name but rly just the lame, random things he says. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nostalgia, nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P/S. Chels, I'm soooo sorry for neglecting you lately? Or at least I feel I have, and I've been getting weird vibes from you.. so I know things haven't been okay no matter how much you insist that they are. I concede that I haven't been the greatest friend, but I rly rly love &amp;amp; hope that you're okay. I'm praying hard that you ain't -------- again. LOVE YOU BFF XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-6231973760376571184?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/6231973760376571184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=6231973760376571184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/6231973760376571184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/6231973760376571184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-eons-since-my-last-proper.html' title='I want to run, but only far enough to make you miss me.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-2311818756995811258</id><published>2008-06-19T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:21:05.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Best friends &lt;u&gt;understand&lt;/u&gt; when you say "&lt;em&gt;forget it,&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;wait &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; when you say "&lt;strong&gt;just a minute,&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;stay when you say "&lt;u&gt;leave me alone,&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;open the door &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; you can even say "&lt;em&gt;come in.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know I owe you a billion dedications, but I'll keep this short &amp;amp; sweet because it pretty much sums up everything. You're one of the best damn things that's ever happened to me and words can't ever describe the telekinetic powers we share. I love you more than you'll ever know. Bestieship forever, Melissa Koh Xing Li. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-2311818756995811258?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2311818756995811258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=2311818756995811258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2311818756995811258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2311818756995811258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-friends-understand-when-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-4526719663792208614</id><published>2008-06-02T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:55:34.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey #5</title><content type='html'>Not rly into long posts right now, cuz' I've got a Bio assignment due today which I have to do and rush to school in a matter of 2hrs! Yeah, and yet here I am updating. Ironic much? Hha, well that's me for you. So suck it, losers. Shall blog in detail when I get back later. For now it's Survey time! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; TOP EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;1.: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wan Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.: &lt;b&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;3.: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rochelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;4.: &lt;b&gt;Nerissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;5.: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;6.: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;7.: &lt;b&gt;YiDa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;8.: &lt;b&gt;Eiken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 6?: &lt;b&gt;Through YiDa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Why are you friends with 3?: &lt;b&gt;Because she's my favourite hoe who'll alw be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Is 7 in a relationship?: &lt;b&gt;Hm, kindaaa. Tsk, YiDa you scandalous guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Have you kissed 1?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nah, I ain't lezzie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Have you hugged 4?: &lt;b&gt;Yeah, deffo-ly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Have you done anything sexual with 6?: &lt;b&gt;Gross, no way! I've never done anything sexual with anyone, period. Besides, why wld I wna do that with a hose? Hha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Would 1 and 8 make a good couple?: &lt;b&gt;Uhh, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;How long have you know 2?: &lt;b&gt;Since Sec 1, feels like forever though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Would you ever kiss 7?: &lt;b&gt;Noo, it'd be too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Whats a good memory with 5?: &lt;b&gt;Hha, yeah too many to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ever hugged 8?: &lt;b&gt;Uhm, yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Do you love 4?: &lt;b&gt;Very much so, ily bff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Is 5 nice?: &lt;b&gt;Hell yeah, ily too bff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;How did you meet 3?: &lt;b&gt;Through Wei Lun and Math tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Who makes you laugh?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of the abv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Who makes you smile?: &lt;b&gt;All of the abv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When was the last time you saw 4?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mannn, a month ago I think? We so have to hang out soon! Imy, Nerrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Would 3 and 6 make a cute couple?: &lt;b&gt;Uh, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Does 8 love you?: &lt;b&gt;I rly dno anymore. Prolly not, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Do you see 3 a lot?: &lt;b&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Describe 4 in 3 words?: &lt;b&gt;Sweet, trustworthy, crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;What would you buy 1 for their birthday?: &lt;b&gt;Idk, Wannie you better write me a list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Have you traveled anywhere with 5?: &lt;b&gt;Hm, nooo. But we've got our "Post O's Getaway"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Do you have fun with 7?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sure, all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Is 2 a cool person?: &lt;b&gt;Yeahhhh, and she won't settle for any less. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Who is the loudest?: &lt;b&gt;MELISSA KOH XINGLI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Do any of them get on your nerves sometimes?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Somtimes, but nobody's perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Do you know when 6's birthday is?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 June. Hha, Happy 15th Hoseyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;What do you really think of 3?: &lt;b&gt;Amazing, insane, lovable, bestie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Best memory with 4?: &lt;b&gt;Sleepovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Does 1 even know you?: &lt;b&gt;Yeah, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Is 5 happy?: &lt;b&gt;Idk, but I sure hope she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Does 7 live close?: &lt;b&gt;Eh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Do you have any classes with 2?: &lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Have you and 3 ever hooked up?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hha, no way! Not lezzie, rmb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Are you and 8 close?: &lt;b&gt;We used to be, I kinda wish we still were. Sigh, but things ain't the same no more I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Do you wanna kiss 4?: &lt;b&gt;Yeah, cuz' I'm missing her crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Is 6 a good person?: &lt;b&gt;When he's not too busy being sick in the mind, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Does 2 own a car?: &lt;b&gt;Naw, hha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;How did you choose your Top 8?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Well, cuz' their the Top 8 ppl in my heart hha.&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/3544258582941228487-4526719663792208614?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4526719663792208614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=4526719663792208614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/4526719663792208614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/4526719663792208614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-rly-into-long-posts-right-now-cuz.html' title='Survey #5'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-8096521184571730999</id><published>2008-05-25T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:37:59.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're stuck in the gutter, but still reaching for stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;This is the &lt;b style=""&gt;dance&lt;/b&gt; for all the lovers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;Taking a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt; for one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;Finally its our time &lt;b style=""&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;These are the times we'll remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;Breaking the city's heart &lt;i style=""&gt;together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates, but school's been immensely boring for the past couple of days so there's nothing much to talk about. Really, I don't see the point of going to school for half a day confined to a classroom only to laze around and do nothing. I'd rather stay at home, thank you very much. Anw now with those four days are over and done with, I only have next wk's supplementary lessons to dread before it's freedom for me! Whoots. On second thought, there's nothing to celebrate over since my holiday's are virtually gone thanks to school and drama. So much for giving us a break huh? Fcuk school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong Utd. w WanLin last night. The worship was rly rly good, and I had loads of fun despite the sermon being a tad bit of drag? We evn got goodie bags w. glowsticks inside! Hha, I'm rly glad I went evn though I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ajor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cramps&lt;/span&gt; (if you get my drift) cuz' it was definitely a blast. Dinner/Supper was spent at Mcdonalds @T3. Was pretty good just that we were both freaking tired and WanLin was itching all over thanks to her newly-acquired sandfly bites from OBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw Rochelle &amp;amp; I have been song-writing lately. Lmao our songs (if you can actually call it one) are seriously the weirdest shizz everrrr. Hha, from boobs to wriggly worms? You're crazy girl, but I love you all the same &lt;s&gt;bustie&lt;/s&gt; bestie. ;D Meeting her later at PS Cafe for tea, mannnn we're such hiao-wannabes yeahhh. Wiie're Tuu kOOlzz fer' eUUzzxzsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, Happy 15th Calista Ong (Ding Dong) and Bryan Teo (in adv). Hha, you're just a year way from being NC16 worthy. Yeah, and as for Anna &amp;amp; Ner, have a safe trip k! Shall be missing y'guys a ton, snag some Jap Hottie for me as a souvenier or smth. Luvv ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&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/3544258582941228487-8096521184571730999?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/8096521184571730999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=8096521184571730999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8096521184571730999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8096521184571730999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-stuck-in-gutter-but-still-reaching.html' title='We&apos;re stuck in the gutter, but still reaching for stars.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-2887452714701493475</id><published>2008-05-19T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:11:47.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sarah, bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F-CK THE NICEY NICE GIRL ACT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from now on I'm back to being the bitch I truly am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out ya sad lil f-cks. Sarah's back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-2887452714701493475?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2887452714701493475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=2887452714701493475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2887452714701493475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2887452714701493475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/f-ck-nicey-nice-girl-act-from-now-on-im.html' title='It&apos;s Sarah, bitch.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-8844660280489715935</id><published>2008-05-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:17:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got a killer smile, and it's murdering me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insecure&lt;/span&gt;, and if you dont know this by now&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you the only way that I know how&lt;br /&gt;I love, I love to &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; myself&lt;br /&gt;Not surprising I've made my own &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You keep promises, I break them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try, and I fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're selfless - that makes me selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I feel lightheaded (almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delirious&lt;/span&gt;), as if my burden's been lifted from my shoulders aft tht awfully angsty post. Sry, but I just had it to get it all outta' my system. Don't read it if you're easily agitated, it's prolly not meant for yr eyes anw lol. (: Hha, I swear thr won't be a single trace of emo in this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, school was surprisingly fun tday despite my bouts of depression bottled inside me! PE was da bombzxz I tell you, slackest shizz since like FOREVER? (lmao not incld. times whr I skipped lesson cuz' I was lazy). Seriously, either Mr Ng was in a fabbbbb mood tday or he's just plain nice. I mean like whoa, 1 round around the track? Mannnn, now that's what I call fun hha. We climbed this wall, which I managed to overcome it on my 2nd try w Mr Ng's help. Now that was kinda scary, cuz' I was totally convinced tht I cldn't do it but thanks to God's grace and those who drove me on I manage to succeed in the end. Thn we just spend the rest of the time sitting around watching Mr Ng demonstrate his weird theories through coin tossing and what not, oh! oh! and free-falling! Was selected to be a catcher, and my arms are still aching after that session. But overall it was pretty fun, though like loads of ppl were frightened to tears, but I'm still proud of y'guys 3M cuz' you all managed to overcome it, non? Got whacked in the head by Michelle, and me &amp;amp; Poon accidently dropped Rachel. Felt so horrible abt it, I seriously hope she's okay. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, thn thr was student forum which was interesting. Cuz' we brought up alot of relevant issues &amp;amp; I'm glad that our school's actually listening to our qualms and looking into it. Hha, the entire secondary cohort seems to agree on the stance that pesky lil' primary school kids are as annoying as hell. Had ROCs briefing in our respective groups, and the ppt that they showed for the UK trip has got me all hyped up. YAY LOVEEEE ROOMIES-TO-BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, gtg right nw. Talking t bestayeeeee mel. Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;SARAH&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/3544258582941228487-8844660280489715935?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/8844660280489715935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=8844660280489715935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8844660280489715935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8844660280489715935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/youve-got-killer-smile-and-its.html' title='You&apos;ve got a killer smile, and it&apos;s murdering me.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-2372297280651440531</id><published>2008-05-16T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:01:58.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the truth that you hate, so let's start over and leave it to fate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wake up, you've got a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long way&lt;/span&gt; to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your &lt;u&gt;insecurities&lt;/u&gt; have stolen this show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Behind the veins and the &lt;s&gt;dark&lt;/s&gt; of empty eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's daddy's girl with a force of fed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know whd? Sometimes I just feel like throwing in the towel and giving it all up. No matter how many times I give it a shot, Life just has to slap me in the face and send me reeling back like the bitch it is. Kinda shocking huh, coming frm the eternal optimist here.. But I'm so just so freaking fed up w having to put up a front 24/7 and pretend that things are okay when they're obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, do I only realise that the bulk of my problems are mostly due to school. I love MGS I rly do. The warm, holistic, enriching environment MG provides is rather heartwarming, I doubt anyone can truly find another school in S'pore that is equally as devoted to nurturing their students both academically and spiritually the way MG is. When I first joined the MG family, I thought of it as a blessing that God had bestowed upon me, but now I'm not too sure abt that. Yes, I believe that everything that happens is part of God's bigger plan for me, and I do still take time to appreciate the little things in MG that is rather endearing to me like Chapel, Love MG, DJW, Caring Teachers, etc., yet I alway hv this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that all that I live for and believe in here are nothing more than just a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, at times of adversity in MG there will always be an endless supply of support and encouragment extended to you by your peers. However in actual fact, most of the time behind these words of encouragement lies vicious gossip and rumours, all of which will be used against you in order for others to rise the ranks of popularity. This is carried out by the same ppl who claim to be god-fearing woman, but yet simultaneously engage in malicious, hurtful gossip and frivolous materialism. Their lives are centred around Hollywood's latest heartthrob, who owns the most chauffers, looks, their constant quest for superstardom, boys, bitching about others and revelling in their misery, &lt;s&gt;i think you get my point&lt;/s&gt; etc. I, myself, am guilty as charged, because even I of all ppl often find myself entranced by the whims of the world, but still I strongly feel that there comes to a point where a line should be drawn between meaningless materialism and inflicting emotional hurt on others. How many of these so-called devouts actually take into consideration the Lord's Ninth Commandment in which he states "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You shall not bear false witness against your neighbour", and pause to reconsider their actions when putting down others?&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; To sum it all up, I guess what I'm trying to say is that a huge majority of MG girls are shallow and superficial, or in Miki's words, "plastic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to my point. I'm seriously tired of having to put on a false cheery front and go along w the status quo, tired of material pursuits, tired of the perpetual popularity contest, tired of the ongoing class politics, tired of Life. All these, at the expense of others and myself, for what? We come into this world with nothing, and leave with nothing but God's grace, so why allow these frivolities to jeopardise your relationship w him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my incessant ramblings please, it's kindof a spur of the moment think. Though I admit that perhaps, I'm too quick to judge others sometimes, too rash and too hotheaded. To quote Hannah Montana (man, someone tell me that I'm so not doing this!), "Nobody's Perfect", me included, so I should reserve my judgement and leave it God's hands. Believe me, I've been trying my utmost to suppress my unsatisfaction and forgive those who speak words of spite, after all isn't that the essence of what "Love your enemies" is all about? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, why is it so hard no matter how much I try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;SARAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-2372297280651440531?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2372297280651440531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=2372297280651440531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2372297280651440531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2372297280651440531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/wake-up-youve-got-long-way-to-go-your.html' title='I am the truth that you hate, so let&apos;s start over and leave it to fate.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-330988893834774114</id><published>2008-05-14T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:04:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little about you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name?: &lt;strong&gt;Sarah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?: &lt;strong&gt;Blackish brown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural hair color?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current hair color?: &lt;strong&gt;Black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size?: &lt;strong&gt;37.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age?: &lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday?: &lt;strong&gt;26 March.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did attend elementary school?: &lt;strong&gt;Nanyang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name all of your teachers throughout elementary school?: &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Goh, Ms Chou, Mrs Lee-Hogan, Ms Kok, Mr Lee, Mr Lee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in now?: &lt;strong&gt;9th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings?: &lt;strong&gt;2 brothers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people consider you to be smart?: &lt;strong&gt;When I'm not too busy being an airhead, yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses/contacts?: &lt;strong&gt;Both.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pets...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first pet?: &lt;strong&gt;A Dog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had any pets people may consider bizarre?: &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current pets?: &lt;strong&gt;A dog &amp;amp; a cat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pet have you always wanted, but have never been able to have?: &lt;strong&gt;A chipmunk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you list all of the pets you have ever had? [Names and all]: &lt;strong&gt;Moby, Starry, Jojo, Mojo, Destiny, Liberty, Justice, Max, Kiki, Ruby Queen, Sapphire Johnson, Snowy Donatello Jr. Pickles, Lena Alice Donatella Woletsky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you like going to museums?: &lt;strong&gt;Depends on what kind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one of your pet peeves?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The squeeky sound styrofoam makes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one of your bad habits?: &lt;strong&gt;Kinda personal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now? [besides this]: &lt;strong&gt;Scratching Snowy's belly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you about to do?: &lt;strong&gt;Grab a snack from outside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tripped UP the stairs?: &lt;strong&gt;Hha yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many ringtones do you have on your phone? [that didn't come with it]: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A billion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak any other languages?: &lt;strong&gt;Chinese, Francais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to travel?: &lt;strong&gt;Europe / America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beliefs...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?: &lt;strong&gt;All my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles?: &lt;strong&gt;Definitely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic?: &lt;strong&gt;I used to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits?: &lt;strong&gt;Hm, at times?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you support gay marriage?: &lt;strong&gt;Not rly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about abortions?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sometimes desperate times calls for desperate measures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital punishment?: &lt;strong&gt;Depends on the severity of the offence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the drinking age be lowered?: &lt;strong&gt;No, we've got enough alcoholics as it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should marijuana be legalized?: &lt;strong&gt;Never.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is global warming really happening?:&lt;b&gt; I guess.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Bush a good president?: &lt;strong&gt;Psh, no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When walking down the road...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you count your steps?: &lt;strong&gt;When I'm bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you constantly look behind you to see if someone is following you?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you try to step on all the cracks?: &lt;strong&gt;Nah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even use the sidwalk?: &lt;strong&gt;Yup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trip a lot?: &lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately, yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run into other people?: &lt;strong&gt;Um, heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you kick things that are in your path?: &lt;strong&gt;Occasionally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look both ways before crossing the street?: &lt;strong&gt;Uhhuh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the zoo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, have you ever been to a zoo?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, duh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite exhibit?: &lt;strong&gt;Polar bears, awwww.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite zoo?: &lt;strong&gt;Hm, not particularly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been bitten by an animal in a zoo?: &lt;strong&gt;Do mosquitoes count?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feed the animals when you're not supposed to?: &lt;strong&gt;Nah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you buy tons of stuffed animals at the gift shops?: &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's fair to keep animals locked up in cages?: &lt;strong&gt;It's kinda evilllll.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the movies...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you saw in theathers?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ironman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you see it with?: &lt;strong&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Aaron.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it good?: &lt;strong&gt;Quite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you usually get a drink/popcorn/snacks?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever brought your own drink/popcorn/snacks?: &lt;strong&gt;Yup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to go in larger groups or smaller groups?: &lt;strong&gt;I'm alright both ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you put your feet on the seats?: &lt;strong&gt;Not rly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you turn off your cell phone?: &lt;strong&gt;Never.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like previews, or do you find them annoying?: &lt;strong&gt;Kinda? Especially cliffhangers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried at the movies?: &lt;strong&gt;Mmhmms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At school...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite class?: &lt;strong&gt;Does recess count? If not Literature, I guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite teacher?: &lt;strong&gt;Mrs Lee-Hogan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about dropping out?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your least favorite class?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Higher Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your least favorite teacher?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you sit with at lunch?: &lt;strong&gt;Kat? Ras, Wendy, Mei Si, Wannie &amp;amp; Daphne?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your first class of the day?: &lt;strong&gt;Depends on what day you're talking abt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your teachers absent often?: &lt;strong&gt;Sadly, nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are YOU absent often?: &lt;strong&gt;Kinda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you share a locker? If so, with who?: &lt;strong&gt;I don't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite book?: &lt;strong&gt;Twilight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever read biographies?: &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer fiction or non-fiction?: &lt;strong&gt;Fiction all the way yoooo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read all the Harry Potter books?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even like reading?: &lt;strong&gt;Yup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the longest book you have read?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Either one of the Harry Potter books, I presume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to read out loud or in your head?: &lt;strong&gt;In my head lmao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you buy bookmarks?: &lt;strong&gt;Uh not rly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to buy your own books or borrow them from the library?: &lt;strong&gt;Buy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the mall...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite store?: &lt;strong&gt;Forever 21.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite?: &lt;strong&gt;I ain't sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you buy a lot of stuff?: &lt;strong&gt;All the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite mall?: &lt;strong&gt;Vivocity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you try on lots of clothes?: &lt;strong&gt;Yup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you usually eat?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mcdonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much time do you spend there?: &lt;strong&gt;Quite alot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you try free samples?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, love em'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever shoplifted?: &lt;strong&gt;Nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Have you ever been caught shoplifting?: &lt;strong&gt;Why would I be if I've never shoplifted?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you usually go with friends or family? Or both?:  &lt;strong&gt;Both.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At home...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you spend the majority of your time?: &lt;strong&gt;My room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your computer located?: &lt;strong&gt;It's a nomad, hha! Cuz' it's a lappie, so it has no fixed location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What is the biggest room in the house?: &lt;strong&gt;Living room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many entrances do you have to get into your house?: &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windows in your room?: &lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the door to your room have a lock?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own bathroom?: &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to share your room?: &lt;strong&gt;Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have candles in your room?: &lt;strong&gt;Nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your walls covered in posters?: &lt;strong&gt;Tons of em'!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many mirrors are in your room?: &lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite artist?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite song at the moment?: &lt;strong&gt;Six Feet Under The Stars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right this second?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine In The Afternoon, PATD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a song that gets stuck in your head a lot?: &lt;strong&gt;Don't Forget To Remember Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song you're sick of hearing?: &lt;strong&gt;Umbrella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to foreign music?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing along to songs a lot?: &lt;strong&gt;Alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to listen to loud or quiet music?: &lt;strong&gt;My preference varies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many songs are in your iTunes library?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;876 and still counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still own cassette tapes?: &lt;strong&gt;Noo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many CDs do you own?: &lt;strong&gt;Too many to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebrities...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any celebrities that you absolutely love?: &lt;strong&gt;Uhhuh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any you love to hate?: &lt;strong&gt;With all tht insanity going on, it's hard not to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Britney Spears is crazy?: &lt;strong&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you think Brad and Angelina are going to have?: &lt;strong&gt;Definitely more than the number of fingers on both my hands put together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read lots of celebrity gossip magazines/websites?: &lt;strong&gt;Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On television...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your absolute favorite show?: &lt;strong&gt;Gossip Girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like reality TV?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm alright w it, though some programmes can get rather annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch the news often?: &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any TV show you hate?: &lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Dr.Phil?: &lt;strong&gt;What's that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Dr.Phil actually knows what he's talking about?: &lt;strong&gt;Uh, I wouldn't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite infomercial?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not rly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a favorite commercial?:&lt;strong&gt; Kinda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to watch a lot of gameshows?: &lt;strong&gt;Rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fears...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have arachnophobia?: &lt;strong&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?: &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?: &lt;strong&gt;Cockroaches, death, losing my love ones and rejection.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any fears that people think are totally ridiculous?: &lt;strong&gt;Very much so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A few favorites...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color?: &lt;strong&gt;Pink!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place to be?: &lt;strong&gt;At home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Board game?: &lt;strong&gt;Taboo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal?: &lt;strong&gt;Dogs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season?: &lt;strong&gt;Summer &amp;amp; Winter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream flavor?: &lt;strong&gt;Strawerry Cheesecake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent?: &lt;strong&gt;Watermelon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video game?: &lt;strong&gt;Guitar Heroes III (Whammytastic!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Octopus Balls. (Sounds gross I knw, but they're to die for)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3544258582941228487-330988893834774114?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/330988893834774114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=330988893834774114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/330988893834774114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/330988893834774114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-about-you.html' title='Survey #4'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-7925478173342258292</id><published>2008-05-13T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:04:24.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Basic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Full name: &lt;strong&gt;Sarah Mohan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Nickname(s): &lt;strong&gt;Rah, Sarry, Sasa, Salad, Rah-gu (as in the sauce, hha).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Zodiac sign:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Aries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Single or taken: &lt;strong&gt;Single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Dude ot Dudette: &lt;strong&gt;Dudette.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. School? &lt;strong&gt;Methodist Girl's School.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Virgin or not? &lt;strong&gt;Duh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What's your MSN username? &lt;strong&gt;SARAH♥: Midnight Serenades/ Our Love Neva' Fades.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. How many people are on your buddylist? &lt;strong&gt;250+.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair color: &lt;strong&gt;Black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hair length: &lt;strong&gt;Almost touching my shoulders.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Eye shape: &lt;strong&gt;Almond?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Eye color: &lt;strong&gt;Brownish-black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you a Health nut? &lt;strong&gt;Not at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Weight: &lt;strong&gt;Fattttttttt, that's all I'll say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Height: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;165cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Lefty or righty? &lt;strong&gt;Righty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you insecure? &lt;strong&gt;Most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you spell well? &lt;strong&gt;Sorta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Any tattoos? &lt;strong&gt;Nope, and not planning to get one anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21. How bout braces?&lt;strong&gt; Yeah, pink ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;22. First pet?&lt;strong&gt; A turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. First vacation:&lt;strong&gt; Perth 94'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;24. First lie you ever told:&lt;strong&gt; Can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;25. First love:&lt;strong&gt; Pre-school (Childish infatuation, hha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Movie:&lt;strong&gt; Too many to count. 'What Happens In Vegas', currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;27. TV show:&lt;strong&gt; Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;28. Drink: &lt;strong&gt;Shirley Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;29. Color:&lt;strong&gt; Pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;30. Number:&lt;strong&gt; Hm, I dno 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;31. Food:&lt;strong&gt; Now that's a hard one, I'm a total Foodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;32. Animal:&lt;strong&gt; Puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;33. Flower:&lt;strong&gt; Roses &amp;amp; Magnolias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;34. Music:&lt;strong&gt; Anything goes.&lt;bgood&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/bgood&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. Body part:&lt;strong&gt; Um, eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;36. Cartoon:&lt;strong&gt; The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;37. Book:&lt;strong&gt; Toughie.. Hm, "The Kite Runner" I suppose? It had me in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;38. Artist: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picasso, he's among the few I knw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;39. Magazines:&lt;strong&gt; J14, Vogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40.Clothing:&lt;strong&gt; Tops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Eating:&lt;strong&gt; Porridge, ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;43. Drinking:&lt;strong&gt; Some weird Chinese meds concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;44. Singing:&lt;strong&gt; Don't Forget To Remember Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;45. Reading:&lt;strong&gt; Change of Heart, by Jodi Picoult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;46. Doing:&lt;strong&gt; This survey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;47. Thinking:&lt;strong&gt; Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;48. Bout to:&lt;strong&gt; Go to the doctor after I'm done w lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;49. Watching:&lt;strong&gt; The computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;50. Wearing:&lt;strong&gt; Nightie and my undergarments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Future&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Wanna get married?&lt;strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;52. How bout have kids?&lt;strong&gt; Yup, 3. Doubt I can withstand childbirth though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;53. What do you want to be when your older?&lt;strong&gt; A lawyer, journalist or even a psychiatrist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;54. Own a house:&lt;strong&gt; Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;55. Move out your parents house?&lt;strong&gt; Um yeah, but I'll still visit regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;56. Have a good job:&lt;strong&gt; Duh, of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;57. Finish College:&lt;strong&gt; Uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 10 Years Time..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. You will be different?&lt;strong&gt; Most likely, but for the better I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;59. Think the same way.&lt;strong&gt; Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;60. How old will you be?&lt;strong&gt; 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;61. Have more than one kid?&lt;strong&gt; Hm, I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;62. Have sex?&lt;strong&gt; Unless I'm married, if not No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;63. Have your dream job?&lt;strong&gt; Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;64. Marry the man of you dreams?&lt;strong&gt; It's all in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ideal Partner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Nationality:&lt;strong&gt; British, hopefully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;66. Personality: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outgoing, witty, yet insightful at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Clothning style: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fashionable/ Slightly preppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Height: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;175cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69: Hair color:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Eye color: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71: Weight: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not picky, just so long as he ain't on the fat side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Bad boy or good boy: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dash of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Rebel or momma's boy: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Nerdy or popular: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Average will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Taller or shorter: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taller, definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Hugs or kisses: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't mind either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Lips or eyes: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Outgoing or shy: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outgoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Laid back or driven: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Hooking up or relationship: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationship. I'm totally not for meaningless flings.&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/3544258582941228487-7925478173342258292?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/7925478173342258292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=7925478173342258292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/7925478173342258292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/7925478173342258292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/basic-01.html' title='Survey #3'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-2278911341495160440</id><published>2008-05-13T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:17:49.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And like a shooting star, she shines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I try &lt;s&gt;telephones&lt;/s&gt; and &lt;s&gt;old typewriters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Words of &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; along the wires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; is working tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I try &lt;s&gt;telegraphs&lt;/s&gt; and &lt;s&gt;birds&lt;/s&gt; that fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Through air so still you hear me &lt;u&gt;sigh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; is working tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take back whd I said ytd, abt how my condition's better? Well, right now I'm as sick as a dog and I still hv to get up &amp;amp; see the doctor myself ltr cuz the Parentals are both at work. :( Alth the fever's diminished, my asthma is working up again and my voice has turned all raspy. Double gross. And there's drama tday, and I think I'm the only one left who still owes drama fees? Man, I'm totally gna get it frm Mrs L whn I go bk tmr. Dang, I should just have gone t schl ytd and things prolly wouldn't hv been so horried, gahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw on a brighter note, Gossip Girl Ep 17's out online! Just finished watching it, and it was hella good to see Nate, Chuck &amp;amp; Blair united as one to save Serena from her past. Not that it actually worked completely though, now Georgina's got Dan in her clutches and he's fallen for her vices! Georgina's a freaking twisted bitch, I seriously don't get her &lt;s&gt;deal&lt;/s&gt; obsession w Serena. Oh well, w Nate &amp;amp; Chuck bk together (albeit reluctantly so) that means double the eyecandy for us poor deprived viewers.  Hha, there's constantly so much drama going on tht it's almost hard to keep track... but I guess that's what makes the show so appealing, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I'm off darlings, not too fond of typing out long blog posts nowadays. A couple of surveys coming up soon, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;SARAH&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/3544258582941228487-2278911341495160440?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/2278911341495160440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=2278911341495160440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2278911341495160440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/2278911341495160440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-take-back-whd-i-said-ytd-abt-how-my.html' title='And like a shooting star, she shines.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-681885471943389683</id><published>2008-05-13T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:04:01.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Survey! Only cuz' I'm bored outta my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many bottles of perfume do you own?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever had an online boyfriend?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, it's loserish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favourite TV show from old school Nickelodeon?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hm, how old is old school? If not, 'Unfabulous' I suppose. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you think of Madonna?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's an old hag who seriously needs to start acting her own age! Doubt her saggy ol' knees can survive those pathetic excuse for dance moves much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you need to go on a diet?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Back in the day, who was your favourite Spice Girl?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never rly liked them much.. but Baby Spice maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you always make your bed everyday?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like to dress up?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hha yeah, it can be a ton of fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the sexiest item of underwear you own?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pair of undies that say "I'm HOT, You're NOT!" Sry to disappoint, but I'm pretty PG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What actor do you think is overrated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zac Efron, 10 times over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you feel uncomfortable in large social gatherings?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quite abit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many glasses of water do you drink in a day?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have good skin?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only on good days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have any handwritten diaries/journals?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When you're filling out a survey, do you always read the answers by the person who took it before you?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just read as I fill em' up, it's sorta unavoidable ain't it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What colour lip-gloss do you wear?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostly a pinky shade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you own a pair of black boots?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have dry elbows?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you go for a walk everyday?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nah I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you could have any sea creature for a pet, what would it be?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dolphins (!!!), or seashells!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you good at creative writing?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like the sound of seagulls?:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not only annoying, well than yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you good at defending yourself?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you think you are an argumentative person?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilty as charged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever refused to get to know or befriend someone because of their style of dress?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not rly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think of those people who play their ipod/mp3 player really loud on public transport?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attention-seeking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the weather currently like?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rly dark.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Would rain actually stop you from going somewhere or ruin your plans?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depends on the situation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever come close to drowning?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once, when I was 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have asthma?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you own a hot water bottle?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not much of use for a hot water bottle around here in sunny S'pore, is there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What kind of books fill your shelf?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All kinds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What was the last DVD you watched?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom Night? I kinda watched it online so I guess it doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you older than 18?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope, fabulous 15 for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you have any friends who are really good looking but very unintelligent?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you think of those whore trains on myspace?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't rly go on Myspace since I don't have a profile, but it kinda applies to Facebook/ Friendster too I suppose, and such ppl normally bug the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last restaurant you ate at?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tony Romas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you actually believe in perfection?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Who was the best teacher you ever had?:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Jennifer Lee-Hogan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-681885471943389683?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/681885471943389683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=681885471943389683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/681885471943389683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/681885471943389683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/survey-only-cuz-im-bored-outta-my-mind.html' title='Survey #2'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-1263374410950923681</id><published>2008-05-13T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:03:08.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's so scared to jump, yet so scared to stay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt;'re all that crosses my mind&lt;br /&gt;and with every &lt;u&gt;minute&lt;/u&gt; that passes by&lt;br /&gt;every &lt;b&gt;tear&lt;/b&gt; that falls from my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get sicker, so sick inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-1263374410950923681?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/1263374410950923681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=1263374410950923681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1263374410950923681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/1263374410950923681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-you-re-all-that-crosses-my-mind-and.html' title='She&apos;s so scared to jump, yet so scared to stay.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-8458980936284368297</id><published>2008-05-13T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:14:12.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cut so deep, yet my heart didn't bleed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinda not rly sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hha, how confusing I knw. Woke up in the morning w a mild fever of 38.2 degrees celcius, but skipped school anw cuz' I was feeling lazy.  Lmao I'm sucha a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept pretty much the entire day away, cuz fr some twisted reason my temperature shot up (38.7?) instead of detiorating. How pleasant, but it took a turn for the better in the late afternoon so I guess I'm fine nw! ;D Brother &amp;amp; I hv been Mummy's bday celebration fr tmr, we're gna cook an elaborate dinner and give her prezzie. How filial can we get huh? *Smiles angelically* Hope Mummy's gna love it, especially w all the effort we've put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's being a bitch nowadays.  We're getting bk all our test papers this week and it goes w/o saying that I'm gna flunk every single paper. Mannnn, I suppose there's still EOYs to buck up for but I'm dreading my results all the same. And there's all the subject files due around now so I've got to start making up for all my undone work. Danggggg, all-nighters evn after midyears? Who would have thought. :( My life is sad darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;SARAH&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/3544258582941228487-8458980936284368297?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/8458980936284368297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=8458980936284368297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8458980936284368297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/8458980936284368297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/05/cut-so-deep-yet-my-heart-didnt-bleed.html' title='A cut so deep, yet my heart didn&apos;t bleed.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-5697722795038729404</id><published>2008-04-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:03:39.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PLANET QUIZ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercury (The Expresser)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Do you spend a lot of time just thinking?: &lt;strong&gt;All the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you overanalyze?: &lt;strong&gt;Quite abit, I suppose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you express yourself better verbally or physically?: &lt;strong&gt;Both ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you spiritual?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not yet there, but I hope to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like writing or sharing your opinion with others?: &lt;strong&gt;Mmhmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venus (The Relater)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma?: &lt;strong&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a sociable person?: &lt;strong&gt;Depends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe beauty's on the inside?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yeah, but it doesn't hurt if you're easy on the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you generous?: &lt;strong&gt;Only if you're worth it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loving?:&lt;strong&gt; If I want to, I can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mars (The Asserter)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you energetic?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uh, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you passionate?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always have to keep moving?: &lt;strong&gt;Not really, hha. (that explains the blubber!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak the truth, even if you know others won't like it?: &lt;strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?: &lt;strong&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jupiter (The Philanthropist)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trusting?:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nah, I've got trust issues.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Do you constantly question our meaning?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you rely on a higher power?: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, y'mean? Well, than yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you optimistic?:&lt;strong&gt; Eternal Pessimist, I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in philosophy?: &lt;strong&gt;Depends on what kind I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturn (The Organizer)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you responsible?: &lt;strong&gt;If I want to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more comfortable having clear limits and boundaries?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom of Expression, ftw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a perfectionist?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everything have to go according to plan?: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get frustrated with people who are more "go with the flow"?: &lt;strong&gt;How can I be, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uranus (The Rebel/Disrupter)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think for yourself?: &lt;strong&gt;Yep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you strong-minded?: &lt;strong&gt;I'm working on that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you creative?: &lt;strong&gt;I like to think so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like change or the same routine?: &lt;strong&gt;Change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bad temper?: &lt;strong&gt;If I'm agitated, hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neptune (The Dreamer)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a dreamer?: &lt;strong&gt;Mmhmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your freedom come through your imagination?:&lt;strong&gt; Sorta, kinda, yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mysterious?: &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good liar?: &lt;strong&gt;Uh, I don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a bad addiction?: &lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pluto (The Shadow/Destroyer)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a control freak?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the unknown or are YOU the unknown?: &lt;strong&gt;Uhm?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hide your true self?:&lt;strong&gt; Sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are most of your battles internal or external?: &lt;strong&gt;Internal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you cold or warm-hearted?: &lt;strong&gt;Warm-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-5697722795038729404?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/5697722795038729404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=5697722795038729404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/5697722795038729404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/5697722795038729404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/04/planet-quiz-mercury-expresser-do-you.html' title='Survey #1'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-4219080537953082991</id><published>2008-04-09T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:59:44.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your the song that writes the story, but leaves alot to read.</title><content type='html'>School was fun today! Kat (darling deskie!) and Ras wasn't here today so I sat w. Wendy the LongBean. Yup, it was a ton of fun &amp;amp; we've officially formed our very own club- THE SWENDYs, for all our undying fans. ;D So all you amazing fans out there, don't hesitate to join our club kay? We give free shoutouts to all members. I came up w. this awesome way to tell the date by chopping the date on our arms, hahahaha! Yeah, and thanks to us it's totally become all the rage right now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr L: Why do you girls have chop marks all over your arms?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, it's really.. convenient? Yeah, say byebye to calenders!&lt;br /&gt;Mr L: 0.0 Might as well chop it on your foreheads so you'll know the date everytime you look at each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, okayyyyy. But it was pretty darn funny at the time, cuz good ol' Mr Lee was looking darn proud of himself for thinking up sucha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; joke. Hha, he's v. funny in the dude-can-you-get-any-lamer kinda way. Love sitting next to Wendy, yup everywhere I turn there's always someone to entertain me! Rachellll &amp;amp; Ah Hwee are so cuteeeeee, &amp;amp; they have some weird obsession w. giraffes that resemble flower pots! ;D ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama afterschool was bo-ringggggg. Had a heart to heart talk w. Wannie throughout, it felt really good to air out our feelings &amp;amp; catch up on old times! Kinda didn't get to talk to Wendy &amp;amp; Celine much cuz they were sitting miles away?! Mucho Sorry-o! Grabbed Macs on the way home (calories overload when PFT's a week away? tsk sarahhhhh) and talked to Wannie again on the phone! She updated me on a ton of stuff, and vice versa. More phonecalls w. her to look forward to, I think? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to call Mopzies Loveeeeee. &lt;3 style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;SARAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3544258582941228487-4219080537953082991?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/4219080537953082991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=4219080537953082991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/4219080537953082991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/4219080537953082991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-was-fun-today-kat-darling-deskie.html' title='Your the song that writes the story, but leaves alot to read.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544258582941228487.post-5715908840108509384</id><published>2008-04-08T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:55:24.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes are made for lonely people standing in the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The reason I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; move on is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;because I have &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to move on to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave it all up for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooo, m'dear &lt;a href="http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infiniteheartbrea-k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@bs . ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;it's been too long, way too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Xanga! No offense to you, but Xanga's still the awesomest blogging site on planet earth. Sigh, I guess even the novelty of the best things in life will eventually wear off, non? So I won't delete your other half just yet, in case I ever want to switch back (which is pretty likely, cuz we all knw Xanga has spiffy emoticons!). Yup, so &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/infiniteheartbrea_k"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infiniteheartbrea-k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@xng shall be put on indefinite hiatus till I feel like Xanga-ing once more. So long till then Xanga! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I've missed Blogger &amp;amp; it's vast range of blogskins so. ;D Even though Xanga's still my leading man, I somehow have knack for keeping a Blogger account longer than a Xanga so it still holds my fondest of memories. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cowabunga, it's good to be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;SARAH&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/3544258582941228487-5715908840108509384?l=infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/feeds/5715908840108509384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3544258582941228487&amp;postID=5715908840108509384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/5715908840108509384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3544258582941228487/posts/default/5715908840108509384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infiniteheartbrea-k.blogspot.com/2008/04/reason-i-cant-move-on-is-because-i-have.html' title='Goodbyes are made for lonely people standing in the rain.'/><author><name>Sarah Ellesse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
