<?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-8352307997565287940</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:59:13.768+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='sorry cat.'/><category term='memories.'/><title type='text'>...waiting for you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-9022077383708221618</id><published>2008-07-12T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:54:04.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I will no longer be using this blog. I will personally inform you my new blog link. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-9022077383708221618?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9022077383708221618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=9022077383708221618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/9022077383708221618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/9022077383708221618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/07/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-6010055323853376816</id><published>2008-07-12T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:32:32.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;!-- GA_googleFillSlot("D_Translator_Top1");  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://partner.googleadservices.com/gampad/ads?correlator=1215840796296&amp;amp;output=json_html&amp;amp;callback=_GA_googleAdEngine.setAdContentsBySlotForSync&amp;amp;impl=s&amp;amp;prev_afc=0&amp;amp;client=ca-gam-lexico&amp;amp;slotname=D_Translator_Top1&amp;amp;page_slots=D_Translator_Top1&amp;amp;cust_params=lang1%3Den%26lang2%3Des&amp;amp;cookie=ID%3D31aa447c5bc6be0c%3AT%3D1211535910%3AS%3DALNI_MZLbzEG2gHusCVINRq0goGMDJwqng&amp;amp;ga_vid=4255378886086604300.1211536177&amp;amp;ga_sid=1215840040&amp;amp;ga_hid=621484697&amp;amp;ga_fc=true&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Ftranslate%2Findex.html&amp;amp;ref=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Ftranslate%2Findex.html&amp;amp;lmt=1215840477&amp;amp;dt=1215840797484&amp;amp;cc=100&amp;amp;u_h=768&amp;amp;u_w=1024&amp;amp;u_ah=730&amp;amp;u_aw=1024&amp;amp;u_cd=32&amp;amp;u_tz=480&amp;amp;u_his=7&amp;amp;u_java=true&amp;amp;u_nplug=19&amp;amp;u_nmime=64"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;      &lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;!-- GA_googleFillSlot("D_Translator_Top1");  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://partner.googleadservices.com/gampad/ads?correlator=1215840796296&amp;amp;output=json_html&amp;amp;callback=_GA_googleAdEngine.setAdContentsBySlotForSync&amp;amp;impl=s&amp;amp;prev_afc=0&amp;amp;client=ca-gam-lexico&amp;amp;slotname=D_Translator_Top1&amp;amp;page_slots=D_Translator_Top1&amp;amp;cust_params=lang1%3Den%26lang2%3Des&amp;amp;cookie=ID%3D31aa447c5bc6be0c%3AT%3D1211535910%3AS%3DALNI_MZLbzEG2gHusCVINRq0goGMDJwqng&amp;amp;ga_vid=4255378886086604300.1211536177&amp;amp;ga_sid=1215840040&amp;amp;ga_hid=621484697&amp;amp;ga_fc=true&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Ftranslate%2Findex.html&amp;amp;ref=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Ftranslate%2Findex.html&amp;amp;lmt=1215840477&amp;amp;dt=1215840797484&amp;amp;cc=100&amp;amp;u_h=768&amp;amp;u_w=1024&amp;amp;u_ah=730&amp;amp;u_aw=1024&amp;amp;u_cd=32&amp;amp;u_tz=480&amp;amp;u_his=7&amp;amp;u_java=true&amp;amp;u_nplug=19&amp;amp;u_nmime=64"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No puedo creer que me dejaste todo solo. ¿Cómo podrías? Me dejaste sin la sensación de tu presencia, de tu abrazo pasado, y de oír tu voz. Me lastima realmente, yo no siente mi corazón más. I feel so numb. Siento tan entumecido como si mi corazón acababa de parar la derrota. Siento tan solo sin ti. Siento así que perdido. Iría algo con ti que dejando mi vida sola. Dondequiera que ahora estés, recordar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;te amo tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;!-- GA_googleFillSlot("D_Translator_Top1");  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://partner.googleadservices.com/gampad/ads?correlator=1215840854359&amp;amp;output=json_html&amp;amp;callback=_GA_googleAdEngine.setAdContentsBySlotForSync&amp;amp;impl=s&amp;amp;prev_afc=0&amp;amp;client=ca-gam-lexico&amp;amp;slotname=D_Translator_Top1&amp;amp;page_slots=D_Translator_Top1&amp;amp;cust_params=lang1%3Den%26lang2%3Des&amp;amp;cookie=ID%3D31aa447c5bc6be0c%3AT%3D1211535910%3AS%3DALNI_MZLbzEG2gHusCVINRq0goGMDJwqng&amp;amp;ga_vid=4255378886086604300.1211536177&amp;amp;ga_sid=1215840040&amp;amp;ga_hid=1428050312&amp;amp;ga_fc=true&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Ftranslate%2Findex.html&amp;amp;ref=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Ftranslate%2Findex.html&amp;amp;lmt=1215840533&amp;amp;dt=1215840856046&amp;amp;cc=100&amp;amp;u_h=768&amp;amp;u_w=1024&amp;amp;u_ah=730&amp;amp;u_aw=1024&amp;amp;u_cd=32&amp;amp;u_tz=480&amp;amp;u_his=8&amp;amp;u_java=true&amp;amp;u_nplug=19&amp;amp;u_nmime=64"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-6010055323853376816?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6010055323853376816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=6010055323853376816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/6010055323853376816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/6010055323853376816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-goodbye.html' title='final goodbye'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-1626936768359160427</id><published>2008-07-10T22:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:20:39.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so fucking stressed and now I feel like asking Meow2 for a 1 week cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emotional weakness. Anger. Loneliness. Study stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good evening to you all. My life is still the same boring tale. Today I dragged myself to the bus stop and was feeling so effing tired that I really really want to lay down on the floor and sleep. I reached school on time and MISS HO came to me to ruin more my morning. Seriously, she is bloody irritating, I can't take her. Seriously, I'd rather be in 3n3 or 3n4 than sitting inside the class of morons (3n1) with an annoying teacher who can't keep her mouth shut. I don't have the pride of being a student of 3N1 dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After lunch, we had a POA test and I found that Julian and I got the exact answer. Thank goodness. Then Chemistry was the next period. What did I do in Chem? I drew eyes on my cute pink pen and I named it "Mamu". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Names suggestions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nur Mamu Binte Grace    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Yu Xian's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mamu Singh Suveer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;        - Nizam's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay, such a lousy name. I wonder how on earth did Suveer's name came into Nizam's mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; After ALSP, I went for my 1 hour fun detention from Mr Anwar with Wahyuni and Kai Jie. It was quite fun though. (: Mr Anwar asked me to copy all the Section B and C of that bloody holiday homework and what I did was, I just copied the questions since I had no idea how to answer those questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;He released me at 5pm and went home with a guy who IRRITATED me more. That childish guy named Suveer. =.= Childish guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That's all, good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*Thanks to Julian for letting me copy his answers in Physics quiz. We got perfect scores! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-1626936768359160427?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1626936768359160427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=1626936768359160427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1626936768359160427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1626936768359160427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/07/stressed.html' title='STRESSED'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-2932179765172585497</id><published>2008-07-06T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:59:36.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badbadbad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conjeturo que que juega a alguien no es ese malo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-2932179765172585497?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2932179765172585497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=2932179765172585497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/2932179765172585497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/2932179765172585497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/07/conjeturo-que-que-juega-alguien-no-es.html' title='badbadbad.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-6722280554956431524</id><published>2008-07-05T01:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:02:09.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MY MOOD WAS TOTALLY FUCKED UP! Why? Because someone hacked my friendster account and posted a very shocking shout out saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HI ANI 1 OUT THERE;; ADD MI U OK.. I LOVE HAVING SEX WITH BOYS WITH BIG COCKS.. DON BE SHY TRY MI UP.. FUCK MI UP N DOWN.. MEOW..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This really shocked me! First of all, it sounds so sluttish as if I am so desperate for SEX. For goodness sake! Secondly, I didn't give my password to anyone except for someone whom I trusted the most - Meow Meow. And I have not logged in since last two days. Lastly, I would never ever post a shout out like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are now thinking I did really post it! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that they think of me as a lady who is so sexually promiscuous just because of that shout out which I didn't really post, I don't think I can still have back their good impression on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoever posted it, I will never forgive you, bear that in your mind.&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/8352307997565287940-6722280554956431524?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6722280554956431524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=6722280554956431524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/6722280554956431524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/6722280554956431524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuck-friendster.html' title='fuck friendster'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-1367675800552839634</id><published>2008-06-29T15:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:03:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know how it feels like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SGdBBd0A0-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/43eGKqOqkWo/s1600-h/Happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SGdBBd0A0-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/43eGKqOqkWo/s320/Happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217210186770469858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was finding a gift for Meow's birthday at some site that provides FREE shipping (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I sound so cheap skate&lt;/span&gt;) and I came across at this blog that sells cakes &amp;amp; cupcakes and I fall in love with this adorable colorful cake! Gonna buy this on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerarrd Carin&lt;/span&gt;, ahora entender por favor nuestra situación. You're not the only one who's hurt. Te estoy dando hora de aceptarlo todo. Please accept my apology. And good luck to your college entrance exams this month.&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/8352307997565287940-1367675800552839634?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1367675800552839634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=1367675800552839634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1367675800552839634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1367675800552839634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/cake-cake-cake.html' title='I know how it feels like.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SGdBBd0A0-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/43eGKqOqkWo/s72-c/Happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-1831272044971942109</id><published>2008-06-26T05:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T05:54:45.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glutton = ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Met Meow Meow's mates yesterday. Haha. FUN. ((; His little bro's laughter drives me MAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Reached home at 6:36 pm and saw Glam's Ruffles chips in my study table.  So  what do you  think  a glutton will do next? EAT of course! Haha.  I stuff  some in my mouth and Glam was in shocked saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Cockroach went inside that chip bag you know!&lt;/span&gt;" and I was "WTF?!" and spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-__- That was really gross, I know. NEXT TIME, PLEASE THROW DIRTY FOODS BEFORE SOMEONE CAN EAT IT. Ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No puedo creer que he compartido el alimento con una cucaracha. Haha! But thank goodness, I ate the chips not the COCKROACH, bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ms Ho, the married pig, is back! And her new name is MRS LOUIS or LEWIS, something like that. Ah, I don't give a fuck. I prefer to call her 'HO'. And I wonder when will she have a baby. Her husband is too old to make a baby. 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(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Happy belated 17th birthday to the racist biatch -  Nathalie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;School was totally boring yesterday and last two days. We have new Maths, PE and English teacher and it's like YAY, AWWW and NOO!. Why? Firstly, I prefer Mr Ong to be my teacher in E. Maths. Secondly, Mrs Ho replaced Mr Tay. YAY! Thirdly, Mr Azhar became our new PE teacher instead of Mr Foo. OH MY GOD!? Surely every lesson must do hundreds of jumping jacks. -___- I heard he's very strict like fuck. Now must bring PE uniform every Thursday. *snorts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyway, I hate that Malay guy who showered me glitters during recess yesterday and he gave me a fucking excuse saying, "Oh, sorry, was happy i jump jump around! Sorry." and I gave him a fucking hard stare and asked him to remove it. He looked scared his girlfriend might see him doing it. I blocked him and asked him to remove it and he did. Hahaha! I walked away as soon as he finished removing it. Immature freakos.  I know him actually. He's Arvin's (my ex) friend. Wohoho. And his current girlfriend liked my ex before but too bad, he was mine that time. =P&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/8352307997565287940-3778270105573584270?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3778270105573584270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=3778270105573584270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3778270105573584270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3778270105573584270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/school.html' title='school.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-6345838138372558099</id><published>2008-06-19T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:27:47.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>circumcision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIRANs0eXwI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIRANs0eXwI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh my god! This is really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt;. I was watching this with my fingers covering my eyes. For those uncircumcised guys, you're lucky you don't have to undergo through this process. But as far as we believe, guys who are uncircumcised are unclean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9BkqnY_wpo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9BkqnY_wpo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And this is funny! ((x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-6345838138372558099?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6345838138372558099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=6345838138372558099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/6345838138372558099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/6345838138372558099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/circumcision.html' title='circumcision.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-720767057833445524</id><published>2008-06-17T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:02:05.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POOL &amp; MEOW MEOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnHsqtWiDOU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnHsqtWiDOU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was amazed by his tricks. (: Although I actually don't play pool as much as I play snooker. Pool is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XTGBOKqccw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XTGBOKqccw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This amazed me the most. I can't believe someone can do such tricks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still disappointed with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MEOW MEOW&lt;/span&gt; with his harsh words. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, who the fuck on earth finds his bloody well-said phrase funny? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Use your brain&lt;/span&gt;". Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Use my brain? So, he's telling me I have no brain. Yes, right. I HAVE NO BRAIN! I can't think of anything good. HAPPY? Sorry, I'm not as intelligent as you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes! Yes! I may not be as clever as you but can't you stop saying that phrase for fuck's sake? Dammit. It's not as funny as you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-720767057833445524?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/720767057833445524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=720767057833445524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/720767057833445524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/720767057833445524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/snooker-pool.html' title='POOL &amp; MEOW MEOW'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-5062219268320454279</id><published>2008-06-15T01:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:12:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY PINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFQSRKepxGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/C92Ysz6H2f0/s1600-h/1_172931312l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFQSRKepxGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/C92Ysz6H2f0/s320/1_172931312l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211810754854503522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovely dress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Went shopping yesterday at Sengkang before doing my work. A cute baby pink pencil case caught my eye and yeah, I decided to buy it since it's so bloody cheap. But there's one problem with it. It's a barbie brand! Well, I don't really care as long it's colour is baby pink. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Went to Aljunied to clean up my room and I've noticed that I have a lot of cute baby pink clothes and I've never wear before, not even once. That's me - buying the things I like and ended up rotting it somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What else? Oh. Yeah. Meow Meow and I had a fucking irritating misunderstanding. Don't ask me why because it's all my fault. My attitude problem and childishness are getting too much for him to bear with. Right, meow-meow? Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaupxeDqU6Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaupxeDqU6Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a frog baby. Please do not be scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Qtx0tNREio&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Qtx0tNREio&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Scariest. But I pity the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I won't be going online later because I have to study Level &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; of Kumon Maths and have a good rest. Monday or Thursday I have to do an achievement test at either Siglap Center or Parkway Parade. &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/8352307997565287940-5062219268320454279?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5062219268320454279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=5062219268320454279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5062219268320454279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5062219268320454279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-pink.html' title='BABY PINK'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFQSRKepxGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/C92Ysz6H2f0/s72-c/1_172931312l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-8727730459664116403</id><published>2008-06-14T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:46:51.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sisters</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/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFKjfKkS3tI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5gpl-tf3rG4/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFKjfKkS3tI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5gpl-tf3rG4/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211407474628943570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Glam and Jace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I looked like a shit in this shot. Glam looked younger than me with her new haircut.&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/8352307997565287940-8727730459664116403?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8727730459664116403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=8727730459664116403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/8727730459664116403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/8727730459664116403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/sisters.html' title='sisters'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFKjfKkS3tI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5gpl-tf3rG4/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-474944445980922989</id><published>2008-06-13T03:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T03:58:47.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headless cow and chicken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFF4VS0nSSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qJ7enIW7MnM/s1600-h/1026631883_2b8c8d13cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFF4VS0nSSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qJ7enIW7MnM/s320/1026631883_2b8c8d13cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211078551069477154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Poor cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFF5PGXzTaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ci82H5VCyPM/s1600-h/mike_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFF5PGXzTaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ci82H5VCyPM/s320/mike_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211079544159817122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Have you heard the story of "Mike, the headless chicken"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For those people who are eager to know what happened to Mike, the fucking headless bloody chicken, well, I'll tell you then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is a wyandotte rooster Mr Lloyd Olsen owned. Lloyd knew his Mother in Law would be dining with them and would savor the neck. He positioned his ax precisely, estimating just the right tolerances, to leave a generous neck bone. A skillful blow was executed and the chicken staggered around like most freshly terminated poultry.                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then the determined bird shook off the traumatic event and never looked back. Mike (it is unclear when the famous rooster took on the name) returned to his job of being a chicken. He pecked for food and preened his feathers just like the rest of his barnyard buddies. Amazing, isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="style8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="style6"&gt;When Olsen found Mike the next morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sleeping with his head under his wing, he decided that if Mike had that much will to live, he would figure out a way to feed and water him. With an eyedropper Mike was given grain and water. Imagine that?! Olsen realized Mike was becoming special. A week into Mike's new life Olsen packed him up and took him 250 miles to the University of Utah in Salt Lake City. The skeptical scientists were eager to answer all the questions regarding Mike's amazing ability to survive with no head. It was determined that ax blade had missed the jugular vein and a clot had prevented Mike from bleeding to death. Although most of his head was in a jar, most of his brain stem and one ear was left on his body. Since most of a chicken's reflex actions are controlled by the brain stem Mike was able to remain quite healthy. AMAZING, right? This chicken was so blessed. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 18 Months that Mike lived as "The headless Wonder Chicken"&lt;span class="style8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he grew from a mere 2 1/2 lbs. to nearly 8 lbs. Some longtime Fruita residents, gathered at the Monument Cafe for coffee, also remember Mike - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he was a big fat chicken who didn't know he didn't have a head&lt;/span&gt;" - "he seemed as happy as any other chicken." Mike's excellent state of health made it difficult for animal-rights activists to garner much of a following. Even now the town of Fruita celebrates Mike's impressive will to live, not the nature of his handicap. Miracle Mike took on a manager, and with the Olsens in tow, set out on a national tour. Curious sideshow patrons in New York , Atlantic City , Los Angeles , and San Diego lined up to pay 25 cents to see Mike. The "Wonder Chicken" was valued at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$10,000.00 &lt;/span&gt;and insured for the same. His fame and fortune would earn him recognition in Life and Time Magazines. It goes without saying there was a Guinness World Record in all this. While returning from one of these road trips the Olsens stopped at a motel in the Arizona desert. In the middle of the night Mike began to choke. Unable to find the eyedropper used to clear Mike's open esophagus Miracle Mike passed on. Poor him.                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="style6"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ow, Mike's spirit is celebrated the third weekend in May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="style8"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Who the fuck will celebrate a chicken day, anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style8"&gt;Let's forget those two headless animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style8"&gt;Hmm, I think, my wish, my prayers and my dream will never come true. God knows. But now it is obviously won't happen anymore. It will never ever happen again. He did leave me hanging like a thread. But it's alright, as long as he is happy. I'll be happy to see a smile on his face though it kills my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style8"&gt;I'll end it here then. Everything has ended up and I have to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style8"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8352307997565287940-474944445980922989?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/474944445980922989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=474944445980922989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/474944445980922989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/474944445980922989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/poor-cow.html' title='headless cow and chicken.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SFF4VS0nSSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qJ7enIW7MnM/s72-c/1026631883_2b8c8d13cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-609397587173504155</id><published>2008-06-11T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:54:37.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; that as easy as I thought!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Learning in progress&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My saliva seem to be stuck in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Met &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Meow Meow&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;He still look like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; His smell is making me&lt;br /&gt;sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love his childish mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-609397587173504155?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/609397587173504155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=609397587173504155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/609397587173504155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/609397587173504155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/dive.html' title='(:'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-7134574293879016992</id><published>2008-06-10T16:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:41:46.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I HAVE TO PRACTICE COOKING BEFORE I BECOME A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;MOTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry I deleted my previous post. I have to. I don't know. I just felt like I need to delete it for fuck's sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry Mommy Jem about my post earlier. I was just angry like FUCK with those hypocrites who are trying to use you and talk behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this Fucker #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker 1: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, Jem your friend ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker 1: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh. You like her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ya, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker 1: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oohh. She's like very emo leh. Last year everytime emo emo emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ?  *&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;getting pissed&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker 1:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why Filipinos are all like emo? Some act emo only, cut themselves everyday. Just like *****. Like they have nothing to do in their life. Then they show off the scars to everyone so people will call them "emo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How about YOU?! Think you're so bloody hot?! Jesus. Rebonded hair? Make ups? Fake brown eyes? I despise you. You put heavy make up also no change. &lt;/span&gt;*was seriously pissed off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fucker 1: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't know you're like that, grace. You think you're so attractive ah? Hahahaxx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Was that you who kept asking me what's my secret for keeping my hair straight? I should ask you back the same question then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker #1: *&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;typing&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ah, fuck you, vagina-head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, FUCK THIS FUCKING SQUAW NAMED *******. Oh, should I tell your nicest secret? Hmm, don't worry, I won't tell everyone that you had sex with your fucking ugly boyfriend for... urm, countless times? Oh god, I'm sure you have a nice loose vagina, yeah?&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-7134574293879016992?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7134574293879016992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=7134574293879016992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7134574293879016992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7134574293879016992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-i-deleted-my-previous-post.html' title='fuck you all.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-1718210183114527479</id><published>2008-06-08T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:43:12.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Siento así que bendije tener un mejor amigo como él. It sometimes make me ponder why God gave me such a nice gift. For what purposes and why. Prometo, yo lo guardaré como cómo guardo mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-1718210183114527479?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1718210183114527479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=1718210183114527479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1718210183114527479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1718210183114527479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/siento-as-que-bendije-tener-un-mejor.html' title='a nice gift'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-8142136343637224376</id><published>2008-06-03T19:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:54:38.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfume advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chatted with him earlier and I cant believe all the things he told me. I feel a sudden pain while reading it. I don't know. I wish what Farhana told me will be true...someday. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:19pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm feeling quite fine now. Time for me to advertise Bench/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Baby Bench Bubble Gum (Hello Kitty) and Bench/ perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$5 &lt;/span&gt;(small) or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$10&lt;/span&gt;+ (large) at Orchard Bench outlet. CHEAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEVBoMuebgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JGIfWvKTtHo/s1600-h/ABCD0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEVBoMuebgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JGIfWvKTtHo/s320/ABCD0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207640702990577154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meow Meow said hes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; going to accompany me home if I didn't use Baby Bench bubble gum cologne. Fine then, I will ALWAYS use STRAWBERRY SHAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEVf_I2a0wI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P4OpBAXQm-s/s1600-h/ABCD0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEVf_I2a0wI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P4OpBAXQm-s/s320/ABCD0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207674082435977986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bvlgari. I only used this when there's a party/meeting to attend to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only $&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;120-180&lt;/span&gt;+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I looked like some kind of perfume advertiser. =.= Well, I am. Since every girls and even guys I knew likes baby bench colonia a lot and nobody knew where on earth is Bench/ outlet, all they can do is to contact me and I will buy it for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: Baby Bench bubblegum looked like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEVk0hEjTSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dRR843umJgk/s1600-h/dsp_bubblegum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEVk0hEjTSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dRR843umJgk/s320/dsp_bubblegum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207679397517282594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But if you want hello kitty container, go and find it by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEVmtJcmsGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TOquMjg_oWQ/s1600-h/dsp_dafodilfieldsb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEVmtJcmsGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TOquMjg_oWQ/s320/dsp_dafodilfieldsb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207681469939888226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Herbench/ Daffodils Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And try this if you want bees and butterflies follow you everywhere, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2:59AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good morning to you all! I can't sleep...for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And DON'T YOU EARLY RISERS DARE TO GIVE ME A FUCKING WAKE-UP CALL or SMS! I WILL REALLY RIP OFF YOUR FUCKING FACE AND YOUR BLOODY BOUNCY BUTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, I was finding a cool haircut at yahoo by typing "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool hairstyles&lt;/span&gt;" and suddenly, i found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEWUCdS8EuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gKmTUBooTnI/s1600-h/2473963358_349ffdcc48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEWUCdS8EuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gKmTUBooTnI/s320/2473963358_349ffdcc48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207731314068558562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I was like, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, wow. Really NICE!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WHO THE FUCK WILL HAVE THIS BLOODY STYLE!? For fuck's sake. I think this suits best to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Herman&lt;/span&gt; who is very conscious with his sizzling hot hairstyle. Don't worry Herman, you still got fringe when you cut your hair like this. See. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Secondly, I searched for punk hairstyle since I want some kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt; hairstyles and this what yahoo gave me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEWXk2kAO9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OH_kv7HKbz8/s1600-h/punk-hairstyle-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEWXk2kAO9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OH_kv7HKbz8/s320/punk-hairstyle-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207735203501456338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;FUNNY IS IT?! THIS IS SO EFFING UGLY! Too ugly for me to explain how ugly it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And lastly, before I eventually gave up searching for cool and unique styles, I tried to look for an emo style and again, this what yahoo gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEWW03VxuWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/U7lh3etIVn0/s1600-h/249857558l8nu6gm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEWW03VxuWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/U7lh3etIVn0/s320/249857558l8nu6gm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207734379076499810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They gave me a damn picture of an &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;EMO POTATO&lt;/span&gt;! Somehow, he looked like S***** or Gums. Herman knows who Gums is. He's a Republic Poly fat student who was somehow, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to be an emo&lt;/span&gt;. He even desperately straighten his curly hair just to have an effing long fringe enough to cover his eye and even started dressing like emo who used to wear a bright plain yellow shirt and a bloody London hat. What a desperate pig! Right, emomon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving to Aljunied Crescent this month and I hate it. I already fall in love with Serangoon Central but I can't do anything. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aljunied Crescent is like a shit dude. And when going to school, Suveer will be the first to take bus 43 because I'll be taking either bus 13 or 43 from Victoria School. SHIT SHIT SHIT. I can't believe I will live in such place full of prostitutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's now 3:42am. I HAVE TO SLEEP NOW. Goodnight. I'll wish upon the stars, that someday, he will come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/8352307997565287940-8142136343637224376?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8142136343637224376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=8142136343637224376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/8142136343637224376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/8142136343637224376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/chatted-with-him-earlier-and-i-cant.html' title='perfume advertising'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEVBoMuebgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JGIfWvKTtHo/s72-c/ABCD0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-5905397639536463269</id><published>2008-06-03T00:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:18:25.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's really addictive to share my thoughts to people who bothers to read my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, yeah. It's now 12:16 am and I can't sleep for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Reason #1&lt;/span&gt;: Meow Meow is now adhering in my mind. I just can't stop thinking of him. And his kisses are just simply sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Reason #2&lt;/span&gt;: I'm quite agitated over shallow things that nobody will be excited for. I'll be moving to a new Kumon Centre. I'll be soon in Serangoon Gardens and not Hougang-Serangoon anymore. Ok, too shallow. I KNOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Reason #3&lt;/span&gt;: I have this insomnia and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other diseases&lt;/span&gt; that I've been always suffering from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Reason #4&lt;/span&gt;: I fucking miss all my friends &lt;u&gt;excluding&lt;/u&gt; my so-called childhood best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Reason #5&lt;/span&gt;: I'm problematic. I'm having some countless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;damn-to-hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; burdens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Have to delete Jake's picture due to his "anger"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Woot! It's now 2:06am.&lt;br /&gt;Before I sleep, let's talk about "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;good boyfriends&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;good couples&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, boyfriends aren't just guys who provide you pleasures such as kisses and hugs, not just guys who send you home or treat you in a nice way and shower you with so much&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so-called&lt;/span&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, a good boyfriend is someone who is very loyal to me and who know me deep inside and out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who shares his whole life with me&lt;/span&gt;.  And, I like them to introduce me to his parents. Why? Because through his parents, I'll know who really he is. Probably my friends who are at the same age as me would tell me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Meet his parents? Seow, ah?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;". But it's the best when you know that his parents are in good terms with you and have a good relationship too. It's best when you and your boyfriend are just like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;engaged couples&lt;/span&gt;. Treat him/her as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;your fiance/fiancee. I hate guys who are hiding the damn fact from their unaware parents that they have a bloody girlfriend or his parents are against me. WALAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of a good couple: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khris&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glam&lt;/span&gt; (my older sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His and my parents are fine with them being together and I can see their relationship is very strong although they are fighting over things everyday and eventually reconcile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you guys are educated enough to see the difference of love and infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm fucking sleepy now. Goodnight to you all. Oops, it's now morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P/S: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss my meow meow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;12:58pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just wake up due to an annoying wake-up call from someone. I know it's already late for me to be still sleeping but don't ever call me "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;lazy girl&lt;/span&gt;" for waking up late, ass. I just simply slept &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt;. A normal person must get an 8-hour of sleep. Which part don't you understand? Huh, you-brainless-rotten-ignoramus-asshole!? And, I'm not an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;early cook-a-doodle-doo riser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like Meow Meow, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caller: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey! I need your help! Still sleeping uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ya, you ass. What do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caller: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nah, just sleep, you lazy bum. Nobody wanna talk to me. Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fuck you. *Hang down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you all know how fucking ANNOYING it is to be shaken awake or call you to wake up when you don't have enough of fucking sleep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &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/8352307997565287940-5905397639536463269?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5905397639536463269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=5905397639536463269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5905397639536463269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5905397639536463269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-really-addictive-to-share-my.html' title=''/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-5235192913850147557</id><published>2008-06-02T14:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:19:41.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEOehPU7CdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q1D5IwsGMcE/s1600-h/2451553147_11a32445b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEOehPU7CdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q1D5IwsGMcE/s320/2451553147_11a32445b9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207179888057584082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World's Highest Bungee Jump at Tsitsikamma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Bloukrans Bridge, South Africa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;216&lt;/span&gt; metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;China is making its world highest commercial bungee at 233 metres or 760ft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dream is just to be launched downwards to a dazzling height of 216m just like the picture shows. But it will be nicer if its skywards just like G-Max at Clarke Quay but it's only 60m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's sad when all my friends don't dare to try G-Max at Clarke Quay. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-5235192913850147557?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5235192913850147557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=5235192913850147557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5235192913850147557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5235192913850147557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/up-to-sky.html' title='Up to the sky'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEOehPU7CdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q1D5IwsGMcE/s72-c/2451553147_11a32445b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-4014657850352454815</id><published>2008-06-01T23:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:49:25.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELB9DaZC6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5viP40LvXFM/s1600-h/ABCD0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELB9DaZC6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5viP40LvXFM/s320/ABCD0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206937373825895330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My scar because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Meow Meow's&lt;/span&gt; heavy back. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELGkUaVgaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gpPgY7pTE0w/s1600-h/ABCD0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELGkUaVgaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gpPgY7pTE0w/s320/ABCD0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206942446450475426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fugliest&lt;/span&gt; face goes to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELCE8JEQ5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/0m5UTWjI5hM/s1600-h/ABCD0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELCE8JEQ5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/0m5UTWjI5hM/s320/ABCD0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206937509313135506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was taken quite long time ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After school, talking on the phone&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I have unique &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; and white bedroom lights. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELB0GMVtuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JYO68QDBkWI/s1600-h/ABCD0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELB0GMVtuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JYO68QDBkWI/s320/ABCD0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206937219953440482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Taken by Gabbie while chatting with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suveer &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nizam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELBsNvNv-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/k1l9cxUA8Ro/s1600-h/ABCD0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELBsNvNv-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/k1l9cxUA8Ro/s320/ABCD0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206937084539813858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realized, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gigantic pens&lt;/span&gt; are not that bad to use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Eating pineapple fried rice while doing my works&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELBltQAdNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/H3DHbNu16To/s1600-h/ABCD0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELBltQAdNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/H3DHbNu16To/s320/ABCD0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206936972739769554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Meow Meow so much. Don't ask me who because you'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEK_EJi7dOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VmJIOQC0isc/s1600-h/ABCD0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEK_EJi7dOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VmJIOQC0isc/s320/ABCD0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206934197196518626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The label says so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEK-_A2WQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AS_FZvjxjaE/s1600-h/ABCD0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SEK-_A2WQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/AS_FZvjxjaE/s320/ABCD0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206934108962702210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabbie - crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELb-QP_qLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9GrRPixzIjc/s1600-h/the%2B1st%2Bfew%2Bdays%2Bof%2Bmy%2Bhols%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELb-QP_qLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9GrRPixzIjc/s320/the%2B1st%2Bfew%2Bdays%2Bof%2Bmy%2Bhols%2B026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206965981754140850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saw my little bro &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Zhi Han&lt;/span&gt;'s pic at Nigel's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My little cute brother's 15th birthday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy Jem's heart will surely melt when she see this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELdI7JlvNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fDBLOibbJLU/s1600-h/the%2B1st%2Bfew%2Bdays%2Bof%2Bmy%2Bhols%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELdI7JlvNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fDBLOibbJLU/s320/the%2B1st%2Bfew%2Bdays%2Bof%2Bmy%2Bhols%2B032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206967264580320466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy Nick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bro Zhi Han&lt;/span&gt; playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Isn't sweet, Mommy Jem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-4014657850352454815?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4014657850352454815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=4014657850352454815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/4014657850352454815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/4014657850352454815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SELB9DaZC6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5viP40LvXFM/s72-c/ABCD0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-3095363916097530555</id><published>2008-06-01T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T19:57:21.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I really really hate it when I am still sleeping comfortably and suddenly, received messages that will totally wake me up. I do really get this awful mood. Just like what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meow Meow&lt;/span&gt; did this morning. He sent me messages and even asked me to go online. Goddammit. Mood-spoiler. Uh! It's so fucking annoying that I can't describe how annoying it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my meow-meow is an early &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cook-a-doodle-dooo&lt;/span&gt; rooster and I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;At 1pm, we met at my place and yeah, was happy to see him. Kissed him twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What else? Hhmm, Clown said he hates me. FINE then. I don't think he meant it. I've been hearing it for thousand times and my ears are already used to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-3095363916097530555?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3095363916097530555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=3095363916097530555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3095363916097530555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3095363916097530555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/06/meow-meow.html' title='meow meow'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-696889530844528981</id><published>2008-05-31T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:14:34.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;TH BIRTHDAY, HERMAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay hot always, emomon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alesana&lt;/span&gt; CD haven't released yet. )=&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-696889530844528981?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/696889530844528981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=696889530844528981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/696889530844528981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/696889530844528981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-amo-meu-beb-mais-do-que-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-3470749758860255257</id><published>2008-05-31T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:54:59.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Meow Meow sms-ed on my other number and it really pissed me off because my parents believed that Ms Ho was right - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hat I did nothing in school but to grab a boyfriend as if I am in Singapore great sale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Grab before someone can get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Damn it! I really can't sleep because of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-3470749758860255257?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3470749758860255257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=3470749758860255257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3470749758860255257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3470749758860255257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/meow-meow-sms-ed-on-my-other-number-and.html' title=''/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-5938962913183727474</id><published>2008-05-30T01:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T02:24:18.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;****** who has the face of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;rotten asshole&lt;/span&gt; thinks he's so fucking oh-so-hot looking guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that every girl will chase after him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;My god, for goodness sake&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLUE: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's an N-level student,&lt;br /&gt;and he got this so-called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very best religion&lt;/span&gt; of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm so dumb for not noticing girls nowadays have unique tastes for guys too. They now prefer guys with an asshole look plus a bullshit attitude just like him. Wow, isn't amazing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-5938962913183727474?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5938962913183727474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=5938962913183727474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5938962913183727474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5938962913183727474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-ex-who-has-face-of-rotten-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-7732073926731135326</id><published>2008-05-27T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:31:11.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yummy or Yucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDvvGpTzwrI/AAAAAAAAADs/5G-mdHRlRow/s1600-h/gdonw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDvvGpTzwrI/AAAAAAAAADs/5G-mdHRlRow/s320/gdonw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205016691803931314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDvudZTzwqI/AAAAAAAAADk/-2qk6emaV-s/s1600-h/osp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDvudZTzwqI/AAAAAAAAADk/-2qk6emaV-s/s320/osp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205015983134327458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;According to the test I've taken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missionary &lt;/span&gt;is the best position for me because I probably know what works best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&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/8352307997565287940-7732073926731135326?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7732073926731135326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=7732073926731135326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7732073926731135326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7732073926731135326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/yummy-or-yucky-according-to-test-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDvvGpTzwrI/AAAAAAAAADs/5G-mdHRlRow/s72-c/gdonw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-5679959060964025714</id><published>2008-05-26T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:44:51.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry cat.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my god. How could I be so idiot for forgetting my little brother's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Belated 15th birthday, Zhi Han! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 1:41 am and I've done changing my blog's skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't sleep. I feel sorry for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;meow meow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. We had a fucking sad quarrel just now because of my endless annoying expressions which actually irritated him and I wasn't really in my fucking mood. I'm such a dumbass, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sorry, cat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, tonight will be my class bbq party. I don't bother to go. The reason? Seeing my teachers' face is not part of my June Holiday plan. Unless, that bbq party would provide free flow of alcohol WITHOUT sighting a single teacher then I can guarantee that the party would be 99.9% fun. Correct? And it would be more amusing if the bonding is in a chalet, not an outside smokey bbq pit. Anyway, why do I care so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 4:55pm ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two besties (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meow-meow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clown&lt;/span&gt;) gave me a call few minutes ago asking me to go to the chalet. It's irritating when a lot of people are asking you persistently to go somewhere or do something you don't want. }:/ And it was so obvious that Clown was enticing me. Ok, enough. I really feel like skinning them alive and roll them with salts! Bwaha, im evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;## People I miss dearly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Airielle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I do really miss this war freak girl. It's been three years, I guess, since I last saw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eri Kurosawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Currently in Japan and 2005 was the last time I saw her. Damn freaking long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mhel and his motorbike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Actually, I only miss his motorbike. Ok, take it easy Mhel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ensaymada&lt;/span&gt;  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with lots of whip cream&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It's a bread, not a human, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mommy Jem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;who is now in the Philippines enjoying her holidays. ): Imy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;who eat stiffed nipples. Bastard, don't think literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My cute little brother Zhi Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Happy 15th birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meow Meow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Even though I'm angry at him now, I still miss this cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ha-ha-ha. Laugh laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House Parties&lt;/span&gt; in Philippines&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;with lots and lots of alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Car and Motorbike racing&lt;/span&gt; in Philippines&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This is what I'm really craving for. Gonna race with Sam soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-5679959060964025714?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5679959060964025714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=5679959060964025714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5679959060964025714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5679959060964025714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-7107888826334939517</id><published>2008-05-24T20:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:52:42.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a stalker. a goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGI52iiIcxg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGI52iiIcxg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(p.s: the video is in Spanish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One maniac man had been stalking me for an hour. Well, yea, when I was walking to the bus stop near my house to take bus 43 to Parkway Parade, he was already ogling at me. I was quite puzzled why that fucking man have to ogle to a girl who look so unattractive. I didn't even wear revealing clothes. When I board in the bus, he sat beside me and squeezed me until I reached the bus stop where Suveer usually takes bus to school. I feel uneasy and mind you, I bear it for thirty minutes! And if you're a girl, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish you know the feeling when a man who have a scary look kept staring at you closely&lt;/span&gt;. That's what I  felt.  So yeah, from Suveer's bus stop, I crossed the bridge and took bus 76 and so did he. I even purposely walked behind the blocks to check whether he's really following me. His eyes was sticking on me until I reached PP. Lucky when I went down, Herman was already there waiting for me. Phew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I reached home, the same thing happened again. I always get beaten by my sister. I mean, yeah, what the hell is her problem?! Can't she just leave me alone? She's adding my problems. I want to runaway from this kind of life. I really can't hold on. I'm sick and tired of this sucky life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I really feel like getting a sharper razor and cut my wrist and veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well, I'll really do it if I can't bear this anymore. Don't waste your time stopping me from doing it, because I will really do what I want. You can think of me as an idiot, I don't care. And if I killed myself, Glam would be happier she finally get rid of her sister. She can finally live happier with my parents. You all will be happier too, right? Don't say no because telling a lie is bad. And don't think I want to kill myself just because of my sister who abuse me. It's not only that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All problems have it's own solution. &lt;u&gt;And it will be best if just kill myself&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't laugh, I'm not joking. Find me funny? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Fine then&lt;/span&gt;. Feeling happy I will be gone soon? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm happy for you too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8352307997565287940-7107888826334939517?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7107888826334939517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=7107888826334939517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7107888826334939517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7107888826334939517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/stalker.html' title='a stalker. a goodbye.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-8337563789627247764</id><published>2008-05-23T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:05:37.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDba6JTzwpI/AAAAAAAAADU/TlLXn0Mg_m4/s1600-h/ABCD0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDba6JTzwpI/AAAAAAAAADU/TlLXn0Mg_m4/s320/ABCD0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203587111939457682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She's just another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm always sulky. Sorry if I got an attitude problem. Sorry if I'm being sucky to you all. Sorry if I'm not good enough to be your fucking friend. HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No sé qué tienen I hecho a ti. Apesadumbrado para cualquier error lo hice. Aunque me culpes siempre por todas las cosas que no hice, O todavía te trata como mi mejor amigo. Realicé, él era apenas una ilusión. Apesadumbrado para todos los errores que he hecho. I miss you. Sorry if I always hurt your feelings. I didn't mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8352307997565287940-8337563789627247764?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8337563789627247764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=8337563789627247764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/8337563789627247764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/8337563789627247764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-just-another-useless-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDba6JTzwpI/AAAAAAAAADU/TlLXn0Mg_m4/s72-c/ABCD0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-1543011711837664138</id><published>2008-05-21T11:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:58:18.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>LALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDORTIzOKiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNkhugJkMyI/s1600-h/unfinished2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDORTIzOKiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNkhugJkMyI/s320/unfinished2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202661752508918306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was rummaging when I surprisingly found this masterpiece of mine. I can't remember when did I paint this. Last year, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDOiHYzOKjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jDDAUuvZq74/s1600-h/confessions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDOiHYzOKjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jDDAUuvZq74/s320/confessions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202680242343127602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I found this too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Confessions of GENEVA&lt;/span&gt;. I wrote this two years ago. Look at the date below. It's September 09, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDQDVIzOKnI/AAAAAAAAACc/LzfSEOMxIjM/s1600-h/33+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDQDVIzOKnI/AAAAAAAAACc/LzfSEOMxIjM/s320/33+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202787131194223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picture taken today. Ugly, I know. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDZQZJTzwlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BiVX7YbpIRM/s1600-h/ABCD0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDZQZJTzwlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BiVX7YbpIRM/s320/ABCD0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203434812399141458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm copying ****** 's duck-like mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDZQNZTzwkI/AAAAAAAAACs/9zbv-w846ds/s1600-h/ABCD0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDZQNZTzwkI/AAAAAAAAACs/9zbv-w846ds/s320/ABCD0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203434610535678530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last photo taken today. I look super ugly in here. Hoho. My panda eyes are getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My best friends during my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senior High School&lt;/span&gt; days (2004). I miss you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDaOQpTzwmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6Pf8pKdlQIs/s1600-h/1_207905979l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDaOQpTzwmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6Pf8pKdlQIs/s320/1_207905979l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203502836091175522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaicelle and Charm during Senior Prom Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDaOc5TzwnI/AAAAAAAAADE/SUOABXnhf8U/s1600-h/1_766047660l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDaOc5TzwnI/AAAAAAAAADE/SUOABXnhf8U/s320/1_766047660l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203503046544573042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaicelle and Eri Kurosawa.&lt;br /&gt;私はのパンダ逃す.&lt;br /&gt;Niju-ni (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for teaching me Japanese. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDaP5ZTzwoI/AAAAAAAAADM/FsxmNdig0Uk/s1600-h/1_112958628l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDaP5ZTzwoI/AAAAAAAAADM/FsxmNdig0Uk/s320/1_112958628l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203504635682472578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:::After the HS graduation:::&lt;br /&gt;(L-R): Nicole, Charm, Alyssa, Jaicelle and I don't know who the hell are the other two.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day is the day I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But my parents dragged me here in Singapore so I didn't able to graduate High School with them. Moving here in Singapore is just another nightmare. Please fly me back to my hometown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8352307997565287940-1543011711837664138?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1543011711837664138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=1543011711837664138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1543011711837664138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1543011711837664138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-rummaging-when-i-surprisingly.html' title='LALA'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDORTIzOKiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xNkhugJkMyI/s72-c/unfinished2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-926958424223079466</id><published>2008-05-19T15:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:15:52.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FGM.</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/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDFM-YzOKfI/AAAAAAAAABc/2eQPJaeorxY/s1600-h/fgm-toolkit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDFM-YzOKfI/AAAAAAAAABc/2eQPJaeorxY/s320/fgm-toolkit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202023679282522610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Female Genitla Cutting&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*This woman shows one of her tools to cut the clitoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone heard of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FGM &lt;/span&gt;before? Well, I oppose this violence and today I'll be opening this matter to debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Africa, mainly Senegal and Cameroon, FGM is practised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FGM is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Female Genitla Mutilation&lt;/span&gt;. It is the practice of cutting off the outer skin of a female's vagina &amp;amp; clitoris. The person who carries out the procedure is commonly a village woman and the patients are young girls who are forced to undergo through this and girls who have yet to reach puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDFNbozOKgI/AAAAAAAAABk/ECuhx3uRjJ8/s1600-h/da3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDFNbozOKgI/AAAAAAAAABk/ECuhx3uRjJ8/s320/da3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202024181793696258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*This is the complete tools used for FGM. Imagine the pain African girls have to bear.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practitioners claim that it is to keep the girl 'clean'. Not only that, they claim that the clitoris, which is an undeveloped penis, will make the girl more sexually aggressive as well as increase sexual desire and pleasure, so FGM will stop this from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And practitioners claim that people opposing FGM are racist who wish to impose their 'superior' values on Africans and erode their culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, one of my friend asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"Is circumcision in girls required by Islamic and Christianity Law?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enlighten you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addressing circumcision, it is quite different for males and females in Islam. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, for the male, the foreskin is sliced off the penis. I believe, and as far as I have read, does NOT affect the male's performance or enjoyment of sex. Moreover, the reasoning behind it is "hygienic". They believe that circumcised males will be cleaner and therefore, more worthy to pray to God. And that is why they do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the female, such 'circumcision' is far more painful, and far more dangerous. Apart from cutting off the clitoris and surrounding areas, in some women, these parts are STITCHED together until marriage, to prevent her from having SEX. Not only does this terrible practise strip a woman of her right to enjoy a normal sex life, but it leaves her with the very real danger of monthly infection as there is no proper outlet for the blood to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDFNjIzOKhI/AAAAAAAAABs/3VfLo6jgGLM/s1600-h/fgm-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDFNjIzOKhI/AAAAAAAAABs/3VfLo6jgGLM/s320/fgm-after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202024310642715154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:::(after cutting the flesh and stitched):::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; How do you think this is to you? Do you think this is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Female Genital Cutting predates Islam. FGM was already being practised by the lifetime of Prophet Muhammad but it  is NOT  commanded by the Qur'an and it is not practiced by the majority of Muslims. In fact, the traditional form of excision is a practice totally banned by Islam because of the compelling evidence of the extensive damage it causes to women's bodies and minds while Christians inherited FGM from Judaisms. FGC has never been part of Christianity as a faith system. There are no scriptural or doctrinal documents existing within the larger Christian tradition that even address the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity those girls in Africa who need to undergo through a process of shitty circumcision. Practitioners do not even have the poor excuse to mutilate these young girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-926958424223079466?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/926958424223079466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=926958424223079466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/926958424223079466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/926958424223079466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/fgm.html' title='FGM.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SDFM-YzOKfI/AAAAAAAAABc/2eQPJaeorxY/s72-c/fgm-toolkit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-9088000534705445260</id><published>2008-05-19T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:29:11.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endless love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ONE OF THE SWEETEST MOVIE I'VE EVER SEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-R6fbuM6sk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-R6fbuM6sk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Better watch it, yea. LOL. This is really damn sweet and sad. I've cried while watching this. It's so touching. The movie title is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Autumn in My Heart&lt;/span&gt; (Endless Love). The story is about, erm, let me summaries it for you. Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, Joon-suh and Eun-suh are raised as brothers and sisters for 14 years until it is discovered that Eun-suh was switched with Joon-suh's real sister (Shin-ae) at birth. Upon learning of the mixup, Joon-suh's family leaves for states, leaving Eun-suh in Korea with her real mother and cruel brother who abuse her. After 9 years, Joon-suh's family returns to Korea. Joon-suh and Eun-suh are eventually reunited, but only after Joon-suh becomes engaged to Yumi and Tae-suhk falls for Eun-suh. Trouble starts when Joon-suh and Eun-suh cannot avoid their true love for each other. (: This movie is damn sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&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/8352307997565287940-9088000534705445260?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/9088000534705445260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=9088000534705445260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/9088000534705445260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/9088000534705445260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/endless-love.html' title='endless love'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-7901776211863218781</id><published>2008-05-18T01:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:46:29.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥  Letting you go is not an easy task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a broken heart never really heals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This song is especially for him&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still can remember yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;we were so in love in a special way.&lt;br /&gt;And knowing that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;made me feel oh so right.&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel so lost, don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;Holding back the tears,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;Because you've gone and&lt;br /&gt;left me standing all alone.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've got to face tomorrow on my own...&lt;br /&gt;But baby...&lt;br /&gt;Before I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I want to say ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you're listening&lt;br /&gt;'cos it's true.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be forever in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know that no one else will do.&lt;br /&gt;So before I let you go, I want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish that it could be just like before&lt;br /&gt;I know I could've given you so much more&lt;br /&gt;Even though you know I'd given you all my love&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile,&lt;br /&gt;I miss your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day I reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;Cos baby it's you I always dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;Because you've gone and&lt;br /&gt;left me standing all alone.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've got to face tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;on my own...&lt;br /&gt;But baby...&lt;br /&gt;Before I let you go&lt;br /&gt;I want to say ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting you go is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;But I love you so that's why&lt;br /&gt;I set you free and I know,&lt;br /&gt;someday, somehow,&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way to leave it all behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Before I let you go I want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;My love for him is already nothing but a rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;A rubbish that has to be thrown, hoping someone would recycle and cherish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be glad if I see him happy with someone else even though it kills my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;His happiness is better than my pain &amp;amp; tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll say this for the very last time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Thanks for all the memories. My mind wants to fight for you, but my heart is really tired with all the pain. I don't know what have I done to suffer like this. Maybe I am not meant to love. My life was once incomplete, and it somehow filled with happiness...when you become mine. Now that you're completely free, I wish you'll be happier when you find your love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Before I will finally let you go, I want to say, I love you very much. I never regret loving you, Fairuz. You were a wonderful boyfriend. Goodbye my love, I'll miss you. Take care of yourself always and study hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I never stopped loving you. I just stopped showing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-7901776211863218781?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7901776211863218781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=7901776211863218781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7901776211863218781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7901776211863218781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/letting-you-go.html' title='letting you go'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-1718381292067820316</id><published>2008-05-17T15:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:19:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEM house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL ABOUT YESTERDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SC6ITYzOKeI/AAAAAAAAABU/B2-ljq8ryCI/s1600-h/Phograph0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SC6ITYzOKeI/AAAAAAAAABU/B2-ljq8ryCI/s320/Phograph0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201244486315682274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( Mommy Jem &amp;amp; I )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello world! Yesterday morning I find myself very dumb. I walked to the bus stop earlier to catch the second bus 43, around 6:10m, I guess. So yea, when I was heading to the bus stop, I saw bus 43 coming and so I rushed and board and realized that I am in the first bus! So stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, school wasn't that fun. Mr Loke and Mr Ong gave a very long speech and I'm sure students were already drooling and dreaming. Lucky I sat inside the PA room, woots! If not, I'll be sleeping and dreaming behind Nathalie. (She was sitting in front of me, my god!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their morning speech, Mr Loke called all the foreign student to stay back at the hall and GAVE ANOTHER FUCKING SPEECH! Man, he simply couldn't shut his mouth. And wow, Ms Lim is back! It's been a very long time since I last saw her. And her hair had changed too! It's no longer a "boys style" hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, yeah. After school, I went out with Samantha, Mommy Jem and Troy (beware of the satanic).  We went to Tampines to eat lunch at food court and hey, the food is nice! It's only $3.80. Yeah! Cheap and nice. After that, we walked around and checked some nice gift for Zhi Han. His 15th birthday is coming! My little cute bro... Finally, Zhi Han called Mommy Jem "Mommy" and I'm sure Mommy Jem's heart melted when she heard Zhi Han called her like that. It's so cute and sweet. When we finally found a nice gift, we went to Toys R Us and made fun of Samantha and Troy. WOOT! *whistles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4pm (cant remember), went to Jem house. We played "Taboo" and erm, drank Remy Martins before leaving her house. Troy didn't even know what is a chaser for. -___- And I find him funny getting horny while reading that porno comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sitting&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Troy: *&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;sitting beside me&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Grace...&lt;/span&gt; *in a whisper mode*&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm getting horny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: O.o&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hha! Horny baboon! Lucky he didn't say it in orotund way or else, I'll be laughing out loud in front of him. -_- After that, I took bus 81 from Tampines JC and reached home at around 7:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. Why do I still I go to the places we went before, hoping I would see him again? Places that holds the memories of me and him. Why? Why do I still feel the same way? I mean, why do I still feel the way I felt when he said "I love you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ko pa nrramdaman to? Bkt di ko xa mkalimutan?&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-1718381292067820316?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1718381292067820316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=1718381292067820316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1718381292067820316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1718381292067820316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/jem-house.html' title='JEM house'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SC6ITYzOKeI/AAAAAAAAABU/B2-ljq8ryCI/s72-c/Phograph0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-3587299410745017034</id><published>2008-05-15T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:10:59.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wahh! I hate this day! Firstly, because my results for Mid-Yr turned very bad. Really bad. I don't think I can show it to my parents, i'm scared. Haha. Chicken. I'll ask my older sister to sign the report card for me instead. So yeah, if my End-Yr result happens to be low again and need to retain, I'll just drop school. Goodbye, secondary life. I'll take private O's instead or, just go to some private school and take the course I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIVATE SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;DUMB PEOPLE who can't go to government schools and I may be one of them soon&lt;/span&gt;. No more poly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reason, I HATE THE FIRE DRILL, man! All the students were required to go down at the multi-purpose court for nothing after hearing that stupid alarm. Yeah, nothing baby! NOTHING! Argh.  And we sat down under the hot sun as though we were inside the oven. WE WERE BURNING, man! I cried like an idiot and asked Keith to cover me from the sun. Luckily, he's a kind ass. (: Thank you, KEITH CHIA. Since you covered me up, I'll give you your crush's number. Fair? Hi5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. That's the two reasons why my mood spoilt today. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey! I realized I've been eating a lot when I'm stressed. I've consumed 2 bowls of noodles and 1 cup of melted ice cream and 3 sticks of orange crisp chocolate. Soon I'll be like Ms Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CERTIFIED FAT BABE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(yeah baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hmm. Friends, readers, aliens, fishes, I want you to meet (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cannot see how to meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ) my new bestfriend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suveer&lt;/span&gt;. My 4th best friend and no one can replace him. I noticed I don't have a girl best friend. )= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-3587299410745017034?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3587299410745017034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=3587299410745017034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3587299410745017034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3587299410745017034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-8281774426862660260</id><published>2008-05-14T21:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:28:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my friend and my sister's first love, Micheal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes today were damn boring, as usual, and glad to say there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no Ms Ho class&lt;/span&gt;. That pig. I've never seen her today except for flag raising, thank God. She thinks her body is so well-shaped to wear tight clothes. Damn it. And even told me that she's already losing weight. Ho-ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought wine today especially for Zhi Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ho: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Zhi Han, you're drinking blood is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Han: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No la, grape juice lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;giggles&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first class was English and I'm telling you, Mr Tay's ghost stories was totally lame I could yawn and almost fall sleep. Instead of listening to his boring "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-creepy&lt;/span&gt;" stories, I opened my bag and ate chocolate bread and wine. I shared the drink with Zhi Han until he got high and his cheeks turned bright red. That's how beginners get high. I never thought wine can make someone dizzy. Ok, so yeah, while I was busy looking at the sky peacefully, I didn't know that Keith was busy too EATING MY FOOD! My reaction? This: ---&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(-__0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second class was PE and I didn't bring PE shirt again. Don't expect me to bring it and run 4 rounds or whatsoever. I hate PE. Why? Because I hate getting sweat. Another reason is I hate the sun. Don't ask me why because my I'll only give you a stupid answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 11am, Holly fetched me at my classroom to attend the INFOCOMM course and the animation course was somehow interesting yet I spent my time sketching some non-sense stuffs and reading books at one corner alone. I just love being alone when courses like that occurs and no mood to participate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 2:21pm. Took bus 13 and 24. Damn tired and dropped myself dead on my bed. Saw Gabbie and she asked me to cook fried egg for her and so I did. Slept for two hours and waked up and thought it was already the next day. So stupid! -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned on my computer and find Suveer online. Chatted with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News for myself today: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I failed A Maths&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, now, Daddy you can now take your cane out and beat your little children, &lt;span&gt;Zhi Han &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span&gt; Geneva&lt;/span&gt;, on their but&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pienso... diré "yes" a alguien pronto. ¿Debo yo?&lt;/span&gt; Does someone wants to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Es preferible adorar a la persona que adora usted que adorando a la persona que no adora usted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M NOW CRAVING FOR MARSHMALLOW!&lt;/span&gt; Damn it. (: Forgot to thank my two loving dude and dudette for surprising me with marshmallows. I love you dudes who gave me marshmallow &amp;amp; muffin last few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8352307997565287940-8281774426862660260?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8281774426862660260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=8281774426862660260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/8281774426862660260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/8281774426862660260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-1623193422190330775</id><published>2008-05-13T19:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:24:27.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh my, i've been posting so much in my blog. It's just so addictive, man! (: Anyway, I didn't go to school today because I woke up late. Around 11:30am, I guess. And i find myself so weird. Why? Because whenever I sleep early, I wake up very late and when I slept late, I'll wake up early. Weird right? Well, that's Geneva! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hmm, I have to write in Spanish for now. I don't want other people to know what am I typing and I guess only Mommy Jem can understand this. So, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;¿Lo debo aceptar yo? ¿Debo aceptar yo al tipo para quien yo no tengo los sentimientos, justo por olvidar el pasado? Yo tan soy confundido.&lt;/span&gt; Really... I'm so confused. What should I do now? Mommy Jem must help her baby girl when it comes to '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;novios&lt;/span&gt;'. Right, mommy? Daddy should help me, too. Just like how I help Zhi Han with his ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I miss my baby brother. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you, Zhi Han!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Err, so yea, back to the topic in Spanish again. Ehm, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;si yo lo acepto que y lo utilizo como mi rebote, yo sólo lo duelo. El es agradable y amable pero, yo justo simplemente lo puedo aceptar. Worse is, he is my cousin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ARGH! Help me, mommy JEM. Probably, you're the only one who can understand what on earth am I mumbling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. And another one is the thing I've received from Suveer. Woot. That one I have to use my brain. And I don't need help with it. Only myself can decide about it.&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/8352307997565287940-1623193422190330775?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1623193422190330775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=1623193422190330775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1623193422190330775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1623193422190330775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/should-i.html' title='should I?'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-5903964452318093642</id><published>2008-05-12T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:08:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A maths exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waa! I think I'll flunk my A Maths. The paper consists of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; questions and I only can answer 9 questions. )= Haiss.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian &lt;/span&gt;going down the stairs rushly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Julian! You think you can pass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Julian: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Nods* Yeah, for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Hahas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Julian: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I think I'll get A1 or A2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ohh. Wah. Hehe. Ok, bye then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Julian: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bye. *walked away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;*whispers* smart ass.... *pouts* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woah! Julian is so confident of getting A1. That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody smart cow&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to Aniel's house and had fun with Vandamme and Dan Vie. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-5903964452318093642?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5903964452318093642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=5903964452318093642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5903964452318093642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5903964452318093642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/maths-exam.html' title='A maths exam'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-7368707392296073645</id><published>2008-05-12T00:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T01:00:31.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To 090208</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCclhYzOKcI/AAAAAAAAABE/IXZMm4vwXY0/s1600-h/ABCD0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCclhYzOKcI/AAAAAAAAABE/IXZMm4vwXY0/s320/ABCD0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199165550345726402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;im wondering if you're listening&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's already 1am and here I am again, feeling so lost. I miss him. Yes, I do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss Fairuz&lt;/span&gt;. It's really hard for me living without him. It's so pain knowing that we're not together anymore. The pain is so bad that I don't feel my heart anymore. But its okay, like I've told you and him, this pain &amp;amp; confusion is nothing compared to the love that I feel for him. My tears won't be worth if I didn't hurt for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been reading his first letter over and over again each night before I sleep and I wonder what did he feel after reading my last letter.  I guess he had already  moved  on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really can't move on&lt;/span&gt;. Why? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Because my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; heart&lt;/span&gt; still beats for him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From your weakest &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENEVA GRACE.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8352307997565287940-7368707392296073645?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7368707392296073645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=7368707392296073645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7368707392296073645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7368707392296073645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-god.html' title='To 090208'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCclhYzOKcI/AAAAAAAAABE/IXZMm4vwXY0/s72-c/ABCD0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-1450794105807220281</id><published>2008-05-11T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:54:12.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mommy &amp; Daddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm really pissed with that bloody oily bastard! My goodness! He told people I was the one who spread that bloody thing. What the hell! How could I spread something when the fact that I didn't even know what happened? Fuck that shit. He spoilt my reputation still can say that he wasn't the one? My blood really boils, man. His face is so thick to criticize and judge me. He thinks he's so hot. I'm telling you, he look like a SHIT. Again, he's a BULL'S SHIT! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;¡Otra vez, yo repetiré, él se pareció a una mierda!&lt;/span&gt; Fucker! I feel like scrubbing his bloody shit face on cow's shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Somiglia a una merda del toro abbastanza per essere caldo. Il bellimbusto, non tenta di agire bello perché lei non sarà mai. Understand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sorry for speaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. It's better for you not to understand. Peace. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mommy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please don't be sad&lt;/span&gt;. I've read your blog post and I can grasp your feelings. Mommy, Daddy feels sad too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, please don't think negative. Mommy surely loves you so don't worry. Mommy will never ever leave you because she loves you. Daddy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't feel lost&lt;/span&gt;. Your horny babies are still here. Anything, your daughter is here. If you need someone to talk to, your baby is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy, Mommy, Zhi Han... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't forget that&lt;/u&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bye.. Nites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nick: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Dun pass A-Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nick: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Papa take cane out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Papa gonna beat her daughter! Papa, i promise I will pass my A-maths. Zhi Han and I can do it. If not, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can beat your little kids on their butt&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8352307997565287940-1450794105807220281?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1450794105807220281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=1450794105807220281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1450794105807220281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/1450794105807220281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/pissed.html' title='To Mommy &amp; Daddy.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-2675532534078595169</id><published>2008-05-10T19:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:32:31.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear God&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;¿Por qué yo me siento una tristeza repentina? Yo me siento roto. Why? I'll tell you why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Because the pain is so unbearable.&lt;/span&gt; It's been a month since we broke up. Why other girls can move on in just one snap and I can't? How can they forget their feelings in just weeks? Am I that dumb? Am I that stupid? Am I, huh? Dígame por favor por qué yo no lo puedo olvidarme. Su presencia todavía vive en mí. Why... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;How does it feel like? It felt like my heart was stabbed by the sharpest thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the pain anymore. I don't know what to do. Acabo de orar diario eso algún día, él volverá a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;From your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weakest&lt;/span&gt; child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENEVA GRACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8352307997565287940-2675532534078595169?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/2675532534078595169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=2675532534078595169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/2675532534078595169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/2675532534078595169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-god-por-qu-yo-me-siento-una.html' title=''/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-6235820687394622602</id><published>2008-05-09T23:35:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:49:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First family outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCVuN3B79XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Y_o_ZOpL9EY/s1600-h/ABCD0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCVuN3B79XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Y_o_ZOpL9EY/s320/ABCD0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198682529258534258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Taken before the 2.4km run at ECP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper was super damn easy. I've done it in 20 minutes and spent my extra time looking blankly at my paper like a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Leck's last day today and, yea, I'll miss him. The only teacher who has a very sick mind! Haha! (: Somehow, he rock! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Today was our first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;family outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; with Mommy's newly adopted kid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;San Sok San&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;, from Cambodia. My adopted brother. Hmm, nah, i love my baby brother more. (: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, zhi zhi.&lt;/span&gt; :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCRvPXB79UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u55lhKvSsyA/s1600-h/My%2Bbby%2Bboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCRvPXB79UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u55lhKvSsyA/s320/My%2Bbby%2Bboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198402179563255106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*Zhi Han wearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;light blue&lt;/span&gt;. Daddy wearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; uniform*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So yea, went at White Sands Mall to buy something and at Tampines to eat at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Seoul Garden&lt;/span&gt;. But too bad, My and Jem's pocket were empty so, we decided not to join them and just walk around wishing we could buy this and buy that. Suddenly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kuya Rocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;appeared. Woo! Just like a genie came out from nowhere. We then headed to Pizza Hut to eat lunch. (x His treat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ordered 1 large cheesy lava, 6pcs of honey wings, 1 Ocean Plate. I noticed the garlic bread didn't come! That was unfair, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCRvzHB79VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rIZimtObssw/s1600-h/Phograph0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCRvzHB79VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rIZimtObssw/s320/Phograph0148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198402793743578450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is how I looked like when I'm bored&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Kevin is the dog&lt;/span&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sorry Kevin. I can't help myself. Just accept what people think you of. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Winks&lt;/span&gt;!* Sorry ya, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, just now we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;super bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. Yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;! Jem and I were totally broke, sad to say. And we don't have ez link money to take MRT to Tampines. So what we did next was, Zhi Han lent me his card and he was behind me when I tapped his. He pretended tapping his wallet. Haha. That was what Jem did, too. Tsk, bad kiddos.  What can we do? Sit at one side with can on our hands and beg people for money? No way, dude. I'd rather walk from Pasir Ris to Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We managed to cheat, anyway. Are we good cheaters? Or it's just that the Passenger Service  people were all stupid and blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Around 4:30pm, met Julian and Daddy Nick somewhere. (: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I missed my uncle Julian!&lt;/span&gt; (: Unfortunately, we didn't have enough time to spend our time with my baby bro and uncle Julie and Uncle Jordy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Went somewhere to confront someone. Oh girl, may I ask, why did you cry? =X I was just talking to you... in a nice way. The nicest way to teach you a lesson. Next time, if you don't want people to scold you, then shut your fucking big mouth. Control it, biatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mommy Jem&lt;/span&gt;, I love you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Daddy Nick&lt;/span&gt;. I love you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;baby bro Zhi Han. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love you &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;adopted lil bro Sok San&lt;/span&gt;. I love you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Uncle Julian&lt;/span&gt;. I love you,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Uncle Jordy&lt;/span&gt;. I love you, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Please don't anyhow poo. We have a nice proper toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, I'll study hard for my A maths tomorrow. I will wake up around 5:45am. Early right? I know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumbass&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not in the mood to blog. And most of all, I have no mood to talk to anybody. Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I MISS YOU, ZHI HAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Your jie jie is missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8352307997565287940-6235820687394622602?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6235820687394622602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=6235820687394622602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/6235820687394622602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/6235820687394622602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-family-outing.html' title='First family outing'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SCVuN3B79XI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Y_o_ZOpL9EY/s72-c/ABCD0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-4938179439498194348</id><published>2008-05-09T06:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:16:29.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss my hottest emomon dude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Herman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss my long lost best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Eri Kurosawa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Lastly, I miss ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Fairuz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today is the 9th. Supposed to be our &lt;strong&gt;3rd&lt;/strong&gt; month. It &lt;em&gt;hurts&lt;/em&gt; waking up and knowing that we're not together anymore. &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/8352307997565287940-4938179439498194348?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4938179439498194348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=4938179439498194348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/4938179439498194348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/4938179439498194348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-7122347232734567448</id><published>2008-05-08T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:00:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School suck especially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;MISS HO&lt;/span&gt;. That &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;piggy oinky oink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm, yea, today was the 3rd to the last paper - &lt;u&gt;E. Maths&lt;/u&gt;. The Paper 2 was easier than paper 1. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Li Sin, Tracy and Hui Si to eat lunch at Tampines Century Square. Ordered &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Handmade Meatball Noodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Not bad at all. On the way to bus interchange, heard someone screamed my name so loud. Guess who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi Zhong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these 2 guys rock, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Anyway, wish me goodluck for my &lt;u&gt;A Maths&lt;/u&gt; paper on Monday. If I failed, I'll kill myself. Haha. (x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love you, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mommy Jem&lt;/span&gt;. I love you, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;daddy Nick&lt;/span&gt;. I love you, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bro Zhi Han&lt;/span&gt;. I love you, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;uncle Julian &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; Anil&lt;/span&gt;. I love my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt; too - &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bought him from pet shop. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mr Back-B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&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/8352307997565287940-7122347232734567448?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7122347232734567448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=7122347232734567448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7122347232734567448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7122347232734567448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/tampines.html' title='Tampines'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-7860178541966924566</id><published>2008-05-07T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:56:33.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soulmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Hello world! Today is 7th of May. Happy Birthday to all people who were born on 7th of May and condolence to all people who died on 7th of May.(: May your spirit &lt;em&gt;rest&lt;/em&gt; in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, nothing much happened today. POA test went fine and finished at 10:30am. So early. As soon as the test ended, I went to Com. Lab. 1 with Nizam and Suveer and become crazy. That Nizam have the talent to make me laugh out loud. He's my 2nd clown besides Zhi Han. (: So yeah, thanks to these two extremely funny guys for cheering me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy Jem came to school today and my Daddy was angry with her this morning just because of a bottle of mineral water that Kwang Chung bought for mommy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;THAT'S MY PARENTS, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy loves Mommy too much that even a bottle of water can caused a misunderstanding. Hahaha! (: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love you &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;, i love you &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;daddy&lt;/span&gt;. And most of all, i love you, little brother &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Zhi Han&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (: Oops, sorry I nearly forget. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love you, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;uncle Anil&lt;/span&gt;. I love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;uncle Julian&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found my soulmate. A person i'm finding for &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; years. The one and only person who completed &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that 24 things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You probably won't know what the hell am I talking about now but I'm just telling you that I found my "&lt;u&gt;soulmate&lt;/u&gt;". He's just a friend of mine whom I knew just weeks ago. It's strange how he got that 24 things when we only knew each other for weeks. Well, yeah, I don't care. It's just a soulmate. No big deal.&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-7860178541966924566?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7860178541966924566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=7860178541966924566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7860178541966924566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/7860178541966924566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/soulmate.html' title='soulmate'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-5958209115297511440</id><published>2008-05-06T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:01:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's been days since I last blogged. Well, erm, nothing much happened these past few weeks. Still the same routine. School, exam/study, go home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mommy Jem didn't go to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;because she's still sick. I'm sure Daddy Nick misses her. Mommu, your kids misses you too. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Drank wine (&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jacob's Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;) this morning and afternoon with Zhi Han. My cute little brother. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Woah. Tomorrow will be POA paper and it's a 2-hour paper. Man, until now I still don't get the topic "&lt;em&gt;Cash Book&lt;/em&gt;". It's confusing like hell. Good luck for all the 3n1 POA students including me. (x Hope no one fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, chatted with Fai yesterday night. Yea yea. I know what you're thinking. *sigh* All th0se rumours, they weren't true at all. I don't know who to believe. My ex who was saying the truth, or my friends who knew a lot? =.=" Nahh, i'm fine with what he have told me yesterday night...that I wasn't his rebound. I'm happy with that. AND, all I want now is him to study hard and take care of himself. (: &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/8352307997565287940-5958209115297511440?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5958209115297511440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=5958209115297511440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5958209115297511440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/5958209115297511440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-3341703934611469663</id><published>2008-05-03T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:31:23.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SByA-JuOQUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/csx2OhkTdjQ/s1600-h/ABCD0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196169875328745794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SByA-JuOQUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/csx2OhkTdjQ/s320/ABCD0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Kitty&lt;/strong&gt; dress! Haha. Well, I'll be more happy&lt;br /&gt;if it's Lilo n Stitch. And look at my sister. She sleep like a corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SByAz5uOQTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZNTInvC0DdE/s1600-h/ABCD0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196169699235086642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SByAz5uOQTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZNTInvC0DdE/s320/ABCD0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt; Me. Nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;messy&lt;/span&gt; room is not mine ohkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello world!&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed to go out with Jemimah, Nicklaus, Suveer and Zhi Han today at Changi Airport T3 to study but I couldn't make it because I'm sick and my xiao didi Zhi Han felt lazy. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I would like to thank &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mr BB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;for calling and spoiling my mood. For heaven's sake, when can he stop calling me? And... &lt;em&gt;did I ever tell him that I need to know him first&lt;/em&gt;? Oh my god. Did I ever said it? I don't even like him. This is crazy, man! Argh! And as soon as I heard his voice, I felt like screaming and ask him to fuck off. His lucky I wasn't in the right mood to do it. Thinking about him makes me sick. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm already sick, anyway&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my day laying on my bed, chatting with Suveer and Kevin &lt;s&gt;THE BULLDOG&lt;/s&gt; and reading incoming messages from my hot dudie Herman who is so desperate to go to Penin. I feel sorry but I really cant because firstly I'm having a fever and Monday is my Geography exam. I haven't study a single thing yet. Oh my... I think I'll fail. *sobsob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Tengo ya movimiento en. Todas esas memorias no son nada pero una sandeces. BULLSHIT. &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/8352307997565287940-3341703934611469663?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3341703934611469663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=3341703934611469663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3341703934611469663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3341703934611469663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-kitty-dress-haha.html' title='SATURDAY'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SByA-JuOQUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/csx2OhkTdjQ/s72-c/ABCD0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-3174607239576688257</id><published>2008-05-02T19:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:07:51.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ccss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SBs6Q5uOQSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DlRkMwk3fbA/s1600-h/Grace+me+nd+nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195810657149010210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SBs6Q5uOQSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DlRkMwk3fbA/s320/Grace+me+nd+nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;FAMILY PHOTO&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;incomplete&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mommy Jem&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Daddy Nick&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;My little bro, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Zhi Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is &lt;em&gt;missing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Sick. Sick. *sigh* I woke up today feeling so hot and tired. I took a warm bath and ate my breakfast. Before stepping out of my house, I put mascara and sprayed perfume. Well, that's my daily routine. I took bus 43 and realized I was sick and my temperature was so high you can cook an egg on my forehead. Ah, suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Suveer&lt;/span&gt; again in the bus who offered Fisherman's Friend again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That minty sweet. It's not a sweet anymore. It's a chili, man. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped into the school campus, my mood spoilt knowing that I'll be seeing his face again. I sat beside &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Zhi Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (lil bro), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (uncle) and behind was, as usual, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! My new uncle! Whoo! (: Welcome to our family, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea. First period was English. I fall asleep thinking over him. I mean, thinking why was he ignoring me. I just can't understand my best friend. I don't know what on earth have I done wrong. Bestie, if you're reading this now, i'm sorry, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Came next was Maths. I looked at the empty chair next to me. Haish. ¿Por qué él no se sienta luego a mí? Yo lo pierdo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSR period, Faris approached me and asked me why I didn't reply all his messages. Couldn't he see I'm not in the good mood. I felt like slapping him, really. Instead, I gave him a fucked up stare and went inside the PA room and slept. Suck! Suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SSR was MT. I tried to cheer up myself. Thanks to Nizam and the copycat Suveer. (: Nizam and I were bullying each other when I accidentally brushed my fingers on his teeth. Man, it's disgusting! I ran out and washed my hands and worst, there was no single drop of hand soap in the toilet. Damn it! What kind of toilet does CCSS have? The school is so poor they don't have enough money to buy hand soap. That's CHAI CHEE SECONDARY SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the school before its renovation, the building really looked like a chicken cage, seriously. So square and small. Now, they've tried their effort to make it looks nicer. It somehow improved. From a chicken cage, it's now a toilet. It's so white just like rest rooms. What I pity the most is the classrooms. Never in my life I've sitted in a DIRTY &amp;amp; DUSTY classroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;CCSS = &lt;strong&gt;no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After school, went to my place with Suveer and chitchat for hours. I told him my secret about the thingy with Bhavesh. Well, I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;trust him.&lt;br /&gt;6:00PM, I fetched Gabbie at Ruth's house and was damn tired when I reached home. Vomitted before I entred the house. Damn sick today.  &lt;/span&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/8352307997565287940-3174607239576688257?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3174607239576688257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=3174607239576688257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3174607239576688257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/3174607239576688257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick.html' title='ccss'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGtTBXfqIpE/SBs6Q5uOQSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DlRkMwk3fbA/s72-c/Grace+me+nd+nick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-4266047605544847099</id><published>2008-05-01T08:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:12:42.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up today at 7:00am. The first thing that came in my mind is all the memories of 090208. It felt like ... it was all just a dream. A dream where you want to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I regret the most? I regret being such a stupid in a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i want to forget it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;HELLO WORLD! Today is the 1st day of May. Thirty more days to Herman's birthday and I still can't think any gift for him besides the Alesana CD which I can't find where on fuck it is. Hmm, any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I want to thank one guy for helping me with my HTML. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;THANKS, ANIL!&lt;/span&gt; You rock, man! Without your help, this blog won't exist. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I didn't do much. Spent my time reading newspaper, chatting with Herman on msn and with Suveer on the phone and eating in the kitchen. Tomorrow is Friday. No test but normal lesson. Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be going out with Herman, babeh! Haha. I miss going out with that Emomon who claimed he's the hottest emo guy on msn. Ok. I'll just say yes. I do agree 99.9%. Why? Because he's the only emomon on my msn. And I agree 0.1% that he's hot. Ok. Sorry dude. Switch it. I agree 99.9% you're hot and 0.1% that you're the hottest on MY msn. And yea emomon, be strong! I hope you and your girlfriend will be okay soon. Just try to understand her. She might be carrying burdens or having problems. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8352307997565287940-4266047605544847099?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4266047605544847099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=4266047605544847099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/4266047605544847099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/4266047605544847099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/04/cold-morning.html' title='My life suck.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-4517778916552631714</id><published>2008-04-30T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:48:53.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm thankful that God lend me a man who left me in pain and teaching me how to cope with a broken heart. I'm thankful God lend me that man. I'm now saying a goodbye to him. Before that, thanks for everything. Thanks for making me happy. Thanks for showing some care. Thanks for breaking my heart. Thanks for hurting me. Thanks for all those tears I've cried. Thanks for all that pain, all those pain you've caused that a woman could not take. Thanks for all. This is my last goodbye. I never regret loving you although I was just your rebound. Wherever you are now, I hope you're doing well. Take care of yourself and your new girl. It's my time for me to let you go just like what you did to me. Goodbye, Fairuz. Goodbye, &lt;strong&gt;090208&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll never forget you as my friend who broke my heart like this. Goodbye, my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; heart-breaker.&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/8352307997565287940-4517778916552631714?l=y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4517778916552631714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8352307997565287940&amp;postID=4517778916552631714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/4517778916552631714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8352307997565287940/posts/default/4517778916552631714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://y0utook-my-heartaway.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving-on.html' title='Moving on.'/><author><name>her memories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15185947073642677833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8352307997565287940.post-2147185802727488554</id><published>2008-04-30T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:54:40.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Yr Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello world! I woke up today at 4:30am and get ready for school. I walked to the bus stop at 6:10am and saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Suveer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the bus 43 who kept me awake and gave me that super &lt;em&gt;minty&lt;/em&gt; sweet. Man, I was really sleepy this morning because I couldn't sleep last night. I'm suffering from insomnia, I guess. Or was it the old saying that "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the reason why a person can't sleep at night is because someone is thinking about him/her.&lt;/span&gt;" IF that's true, i'll kill whoever that person is&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm, Mid-Yr exam had just started and our first paper was English. It wasn't that difficult unlike Social Studies. I'm sure I'll flunk that subject. Well, i don't give a damn on my studies anymore&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So what if I failed? Still got another chance. What else? Oh, yeah, Ms Luncheon Meat couldn't stop talking today. I didn't know a pig can be talkative too and she inherited her mouth from Mr Loke. Good then, they can talk for days non stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;After school, saw Suveer again while walking with Merlya and Lay Peng. We went home together. NO, i mean, he accompanied me. I wonder if he ever feel tired going to Serangoon and go back to his place again. AND i can't believe I saw the woman who lost her keys. I should have hide her keys but since I'm kind-hearted today, I gave it back after giving me a nasty look. Damn it! I felt like poking her eyes with a chopstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;What else? Hmm, I received hugs today from 6 people in school before and after exam. I got a kiss too on my cheek from my best friend. THAT REALLY SURPRISED ME, dude. Thanks for the hugs, dudes and dudettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Last but not least, I didn't know I was just his rebound. Fuck him upside down but man, it hurts getting used by the one you loved truly. I hope you know how it feels. And I wish, someone will come and heal all the pain he had caused and can love me TRULY. 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