<?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-8060078590294134677</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:39:28.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love-d like never before</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-521085551146131475</id><published>2011-11-30T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:02:26.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest Honourable Kirti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything. This is the 7 261 910 time I am doing a dedication but it just seems like I've so much to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well firstly, I AM REALLYREALLY GLAD THAT WE ARE IN THE SAME CLASS NEXT YEAR WITH VAN :D This made me look forward to next year and the following year omg. But of course studies is as important yeah? We've gotta work hard and probably top the class hehehe. What am I thinking? That's technically impossible for me but I'll try. Because trying hard is important in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you are going through pretty much in your life right now. Trust me, so am I. I know it's not easy keeping up with all the constant shits being thrown in our faces, losing friends, family problems and all. But life still goes on. I can't tell you how much I'm willing to stick by you through thick and thin because I know that's what you'll do for me. Time heals everything. Though they'll remain in our hearts and we definitely can remember it, we can treat it as a lesson learnt. All the things be it good or bad taught us how to be tougher as people, how to face reality and what the outside world is like. Without all these crap, we would definitely be super naive and simple minded. We gotta look at things differently and more in depth. Truth hurts but truth is the best policy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be of much help to solve all your problems between your friends or family, but I can guarantee you that I'll give you support and advices that you need. Even if you need to say anything to someone just come to me :) I won't get irritated or scold you in any sort. Van and I will always be there for you no matter what happens. If its girl issues, tell Van at least. Don't bottle everything up to yourself because we all have our limits. One day we'll just explode and everything will NOT be the same ever again. Don't be ashamed about anything because we are probably the only ones (And Veniece) that will never ever gossip or mock at you. Your problems is our problems. We can't promise that everything would work out just because of us, but we can promise that you'll have pillars to lean on :) Support is important and you've already got that part covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being there for me and giving me advices and constantly making fun of me in a joking manner :) That's what best friends do right? Hahaha you ass. We quarrel but that's what brings relationships closer and more bonded. You, me and Van will have the best 2 years of our lives. We'll have problems but as long as we are ONE, we can go through any obstacles. We will share everything together. We will cry together. We will laugh together. We will have amazing memories together. We will go through thick and thin together. We will go pasta mania together. We will be there for each other forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy because that's the best feeling in the world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-521085551146131475?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/521085551146131475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/dearest-honourable-kirti-thank-you-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/521085551146131475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/521085551146131475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/dearest-honourable-kirti-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7160700189506893504</id><published>2011-11-01T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T04:46:56.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: large; "&gt;That's what makes you beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello. Blogging from Lacher's house now (: Came with Vivian and AmandaN. Okay I just came to upload photos. Kthxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 62px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_H-rJkNTsE/Tq_bPwb2cLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rlZwqk_P5fA/s320/x2_914573f.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669991519628980402" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJ1rCHDowUA/Tq_bPk8G9jI/AAAAAAAAAYw/tonjY8sQ3oM/s320/x2_9145727.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669991516543055410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7160700189506893504?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7160700189506893504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/thats-what-makes-you-beautiful-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7160700189506893504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7160700189506893504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/thats-what-makes-you-beautiful-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/-Z_H-rJkNTsE/Tq_bPwb2cLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rlZwqk_P5fA/s72-c/x2_914573f.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-3907642593199019303</id><published>2011-10-28T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:55:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#nowplaying - Stereo Hearts, Gym Class Heroes feat. Adam Levine. &lt;br /&gt;Mood: Neutral/Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011's school term is over and I'm as sad as a deprived child. Cried like a baby yesterday. (I'm very emotional but stop judging me okay thanks.) So... What's gonna happen to me now, huh? Though I don't know most of my classmates yet but I just don't have this feeling that it'll be the same... I don't know. I want our friendship to be infinitely close but as you've said, "No matter how close we can be, it wouldn't be the same." I don't know. Maybe some miracle happen that I go to another class or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be sentimental and melodramatic. You can click 'x' now. Sorry, just this sudden urge to blog about splitting classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I comfort myself by saying that most of the classes will be split, which is true. But I mean come on, obviously being in the same class is better right? I don't know if I should appeal or not but most likely I wouldn't. Ah, shit lah. Streaming shouldn't even exist anyway. I'd rather take 9 subjects than split classes with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop. I need to stop and just remain happy for now :) I can't say "Treasure the times we have left together" because sadly, school term has ended! So like yeah... Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet-The-Parents session today. I put my hands down easily, I said "Good morning Ma'am/Sir" or "Thank you Ma'am/Sir" at least 500 times. HANDS DOWN. I bowed till my back was about to break.. Sad life but it'll be worth it! Received results back and it's okay I guess. Nothing to show off or be ashamed about (I guess). I mean to me it may be good, but to others it wouldn't be right? So anyways... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - 71.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - 69.&lt;br /&gt;Math - 64. &lt;br /&gt;Science - 58.&lt;br /&gt;Geography - 63. &lt;br /&gt;History - 63. &lt;br /&gt;Literature - 55. &lt;br /&gt;Art - 60. &lt;br /&gt;DnT - 70.&lt;br /&gt;Home Econs - 71. &lt;br /&gt;Total: 644/1000.&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 64.4&lt;br /&gt;Position (Class): 19/40.&lt;br /&gt;Position (Level): 94/270-280.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of myself lah, to be honest. Though it's not marvelous results but I've made significant improvements as compared to Secondary 1. My average improved my 6. 6x10=60 (Total). Hopefully I continue improving then by the time I reach Secondary 4, it'll be 70! Hah, in my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. Still feeling kinda down and this flu and cough is making everything worse. WORSE IS THAT I CANNOT GO TO CHURCH TOMORROW. Okay bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-3907642593199019303?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3907642593199019303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/10/nowplaying-stereo-hearts-gym-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3907642593199019303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3907642593199019303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/10/nowplaying-stereo-hearts-gym-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-2640841949323749689</id><published>2011-10-11T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:11:14.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: large; "&gt;When your friends are gone, you'll realise who are the ones you miss the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;#nowplaying - Mr. Simple, Super Jr. #currentmood: Afraid, tired, misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hello. As you can see, I'm not really in the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;of mood. Exams are over, so what am I exactly afraid of agai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;n? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Some people may think it's really unimportant etc. But to me it isn't. If you're lucky/unlucky (Depends on individual), you'll have pare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;nts that perhaps, don't really care as much as my mother do. I'm trying to get myself distracted by blogging and I hope this will help me not think about it too much. So... I'm gonna talk about happy things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I've been going out pretty often. 3 t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;imes in less than a week, BUT COME ON, I TOTALLY DESERVE IT. "No matter what results it may be, I believe all of us deserve a pat on our backs." This of course, applies to only those who've worked hard. For those who haven't, I hope you were still able to retain everything in your mind, and apply it to exams (: Miracles happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;en.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7th October 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vanessa's house! Because it was (self-proclaimed) end of exams! DnT and oral was on Monday but honestly... IT WAS THE END OF EXAMS FOR ME. I'm waitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;g for Vanessa to upload the photos and she's taking a gazillion years to do that because apparently, she's in every background and she needs to crop it out before she loses her image on Facebook. SO YEAH, GIRLS IKR. So... I OWE YOU ONE!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th October 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mindez's surprise birthday party! Her birthday was on the 8th, but she was busy the whole day and there was no way we could give her a surprise. So we did it the next day, at church!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBNAhzJb__c/TpRlvpFphBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5jDlzXvIO0I/s1600/1st.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBNAhzJb__c/TpRlvpFphBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5jDlzXvIO0I/s320/1st.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262500669359122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jB1EVtA8nTQ/TpRlmKI_s4I/AAAAAAAAAYE/navUUWyQbEk/s1600/2nd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jB1EVtA8nTQ/TpRlmKI_s4I/AAAAAAAAAYE/navUUWyQbEk/s320/2nd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262337743074178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vus1OLHP0Zg/TpRll96tR9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/AlqKvCn_USw/s1600/3rd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vus1OLHP0Zg/TpRll96tR9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/AlqKvCn_USw/s320/3rd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262334461921234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YM8gtqSE7Fg/TpRllONwzRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/en6dVR_oDrw/s1600/4th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YM8gtqSE7Fg/TpRllONwzRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/en6dVR_oDrw/s320/4th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262321656941842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I personally quite like this picture for some weird reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNnqYGT8VVE/TpRllF1Ef0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WWAJYy9xHvg/s1600/5th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNnqYGT8VVE/TpRllF1Ef0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WWAJYy9xHvg/s320/5th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262319405891394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOCEtZXE1_c/TpRlkx1bEzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DedVcnAEzPw/s1600/6th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HOCEtZXE1_c/TpRlkx1bEzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DedVcnAEzPw/s320/6th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262314038661938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preparation of cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mc1joyd6g9k/TpRlYFw2X2I/AAAAAAAAAW8/jGAcnSAcMxs/s1600/7th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mc1joyd6g9k/TpRlYFw2X2I/AAAAAAAAAW8/jGAcnSAcMxs/s320/7th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262096049889122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22jjAlOneDQ/TpRlX-U39WI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qD5Dri7uHH4/s1600/8th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-22jjAlOneDQ/TpRlX-U39WI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qD5Dri7uHH4/s320/8th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262094053504354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Rkh-6FuGk/TpRlXSwcEbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PbfgfpCcPfU/s1600/9th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Rkh-6FuGk/TpRlXSwcEbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PbfgfpCcPfU/s320/9th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262082357957042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She just wants to take a photo with a good-looking guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YhFsK3EA6k/TpRlXazqttI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LeocsaxhvUU/s1600/10th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YhFsK3EA6k/TpRlXazqttI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LeocsaxhvUU/s320/10th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262084518983378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQhtuzkoylQ/TpRlXEkDNTI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5Y1majvgaeQ/s1600/11th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQhtuzkoylQ/TpRlXEkDNTI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5Y1majvgaeQ/s320/11th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262078547899698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPYtOrZkW9A/TpRlIgIr5jI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GafYOWApoiI/s1600/12th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPYtOrZkW9A/TpRlIgIr5jI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GafYOWApoiI/s320/12th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261828251280946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_EJfqjyU2Q/TpRlIpZj-cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_YOQ4JxJg9Y/s1600/13th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L_EJfqjyU2Q/TpRlIpZj-cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_YOQ4JxJg9Y/s320/13th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261830737983938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvbUL_e8bP4/TpRlIarXl_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/EZwcqpRaaN4/s1600/14th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvbUL_e8bP4/TpRlIarXl_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/EZwcqpRaaN4/s320/14th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261826786138098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When you say jump, I say how high!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2BctOPo2YM/TpRlHlqc8JI/AAAAAAAAAVk/31E473a84_I/s1600/15th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2BctOPo2YM/TpRlHlqc8JI/AAAAAAAAAVk/31E473a84_I/s320/15th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261812555214994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 chio bu-s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-Xyg-a0ks/TpRlHggs47I/AAAAAAAAAVU/14cs7r2S88U/s1600/16th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-Xyg-a0ks/TpRlHggs47I/AAAAAAAAAVU/14cs7r2S88U/s320/16th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261811172139954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"As we go on, we remember all the times we have together."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_V1nFZYfKAg/TpRk0q60NlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/athLAddwYyw/s1600/17th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_V1nFZYfKAg/TpRk0q60NlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/athLAddwYyw/s320/17th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261487548511826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Mindez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QYyTuaEtkY/TpRkzgm2VSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LvHMjudeK8E/s1600/18th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QYyTuaEtkY/TpRkzgm2VSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LvHMjudeK8E/s320/18th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261467600540962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SznopnP0Pew/TpRkzgkjLTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/nRGLV_gxR5o/s1600/19th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SznopnP0Pew/TpRkzgkjLTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/nRGLV_gxR5o/s320/19th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261467590896946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7ixDGxj0gc/TpRkzWS7SPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/T6obGJYieSI/s1600/20th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7ixDGxj0gc/TpRkzWS7SPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/T6obGJYieSI/s320/20th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261464832624882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Mindez's house after church.. They were watching Glee and iCarly while I was the nerd, preparing for my Oral speech the next day, which turned out quite well! I MUST SCORE FOR ENGLISH. MUST. Had loads of fun and then went home at night for food!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11th October 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post-Exam Badminton! As ridiculous as it sounds, yes, we did play badminton. Most of us to be accurate. Met Jiahui at Aljunied at 10:45am. Raining like mad at that point of time and I was freezing... On my way there she told me that she'd probably follow Hoiluen, Rachel, SiTing and I to Universal Studios this Sunday! Speaking of which, I'm super excited :D Please please please don't rain on that day, I begggg you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Hoiluen and Serene at YaKun at Bugis when I just finished eating my bread toast. YaKun rocks your ass. Intend to shop but nobody but Serene bought clothes. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. She bought 3 T-shirts. For guess how much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$2!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's mad cheap and no way I can find guy clothes as cheap as that price. I really, REALLY need to go shopping with her one day. Like no distractions but shopping and ONLY shopping. Decided to take Neoprints before going to Bugis Street and visit KandyKayne ^.^ Sadly Kaykay was in Tokyo so yeah.... I should stop talking because pictures speak a thousand words! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UyybOHkMU_Y/TpRkymAThHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GSLp1vOp07A/s1600/21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UyybOHkMU_Y/TpRkymAThHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GSLp1vOp07A/s320/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662261451869619314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making use of the Neoprints awesome lighting and backdrop. Don't judge us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---ShcQiH7m0/TpRjtZ02U7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/sIVkzWzab9I/s1600/22nd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---ShcQiH7m0/TpRjtZ02U7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/sIVkzWzab9I/s320/22nd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662260263189369778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SQ9RDhD8B4/TpRjtLE4mnI/AAAAAAAAASs/cQCpNprpLIY/s1600/23rd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SQ9RDhD8B4/TpRjtLE4mnI/AAAAAAAAASs/cQCpNprpLIY/s320/23rd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662260259230095986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QI2tb-T1nU/TpRjsY2_FgI/AAAAAAAAASk/rG_413bSFN8/s1600/24th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QI2tb-T1nU/TpRjsY2_FgI/AAAAAAAAASk/rG_413bSFN8/s320/24th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662260245750027778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_FU0k18kIE/TpRjsYVkx1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/yFCxQWd29vk/s1600/25th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_FU0k18kIE/TpRjsYVkx1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/yFCxQWd29vk/s320/25th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662260245609891666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JprGqYLCJZ8/TpRjsMbCmII/AAAAAAAAASI/KnYIMilPX4k/s1600/26th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JprGqYLCJZ8/TpRjsMbCmII/AAAAAAAAASI/KnYIMilPX4k/s320/26th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662260242411591810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm getting raped but I'm happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FCWMCcnX_8/TpRjQTQKYLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZBqi3HqBXUg/s1600/28th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FCWMCcnX_8/TpRjQTQKYLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZBqi3HqBXUg/s320/28th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662259763208675506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy04_qramr8/TpRjQYCV6YI/AAAAAAAAARw/LQARTdJKY9E/s1600/29th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy04_qramr8/TpRjQYCV6YI/AAAAAAAAARw/LQARTdJKY9E/s320/29th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662259764492888450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PSMeTRrTGNI/TpRjPSRcOGI/AAAAAAAAARo/6-IXOjNEih0/s1600/30th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PSMeTRrTGNI/TpRjPSRcOGI/AAAAAAAAARo/6-IXOjNEih0/s320/30th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662259745765734498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahmengs sisters? :) MONKEY MONKEY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0yzGJv6rwM/TpRjPYmB2GI/AAAAAAAAARU/eOiIjsHpTLQ/s1600/31st.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0yzGJv6rwM/TpRjPYmB2GI/AAAAAAAAARU/eOiIjsHpTLQ/s320/31st.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662259747462699106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmu9OM7ifrg/TpRjPOsXViI/AAAAAAAAARM/Wp0JEB-p4J0/s1600/32nd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmu9OM7ifrg/TpRjPOsXViI/AAAAAAAAARM/Wp0JEB-p4J0/s320/32nd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662259744804918818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me feel the &lt;s&gt;na na na na na &lt;/s&gt;the vomit coming out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KCkFlFSc2x4/TpRiz0oU0QI/AAAAAAAAAQo/v1zp7wnZZdI/s1600/33rd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KCkFlFSc2x4/TpRiz0oU0QI/AAAAAAAAAQo/v1zp7wnZZdI/s320/33rd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662259273952186626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzQGiWFn-20/TpRizcV2RHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EEEm_7UIbGo/s1600/34th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzQGiWFn-20/TpRizcV2RHI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EEEm_7UIbGo/s320/34th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662259267432236146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60Azd4RVpU4/TpRizNAW5YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/94rSOgeItrM/s1600/35th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60Azd4RVpU4/TpRizNAW5YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/94rSOgeItrM/s320/35th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662259263315568002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smell my shoe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw80sLWt0Pc/TpRiy_9Ux1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/CZnLSaSx_8s/s1600/36th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw80sLWt0Pc/TpRiy_9Ux1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/CZnLSaSx_8s/s320/36th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662259259813185362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conclusion: I'm damn fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQEAxY1azRA/TpRijBVhrxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KLSez-X65Ys/s1600/37th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nQEAxY1azRA/TpRijBVhrxI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KLSez-X65Ys/s320/37th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258985305222930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGV6x9Rg_bA/TpRii0OzS9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6g3kSiW6thM/s1600/38th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGV6x9Rg_bA/TpRii0OzS9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/6g3kSiW6thM/s320/38th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258981787356114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgg3HSI9gaw/TpRiiTqHnNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XMBs_6RLw34/s1600/39th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgg3HSI9gaw/TpRiiTqHnNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XMBs_6RLw34/s320/39th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258973043563730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVdwjIhtDlE/TpRiiV-c4zI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XL36Qf8-9K4/s1600/40th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVdwjIhtDlE/TpRiiV-c4zI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XL36Qf8-9K4/s320/40th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258973665714994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Public nuisance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZhnAQWua3k/TpRiiFALO-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/UqLYm18YBEg/s1600/41th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZhnAQWua3k/TpRiiFALO-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/UqLYm18YBEg/s320/41th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258969109543906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't kill us... Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to badminton at Marine Parade CC after shopping and all. Was supposed to meet Sean but apparently he twisted his ankle. I don't believe him, sorry :P But yeah anyways, we were like an hour late? But nooooo, none of us were rushing :b Reached there and saw someone unexpected! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJe0zd_PzX4/TpRiJ2I4ByI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hJBf0yUgsmI/s1600/42ne.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MJe0zd_PzX4/TpRiJ2I4ByI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hJBf0yUgsmI/s320/42ne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258552802641698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chong Zhe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwtH0bNUrVY/TpRiJrSe8mI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XRta7X-PCIk/s1600/43red.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwtH0bNUrVY/TpRiJrSe8mI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XRta7X-PCIk/s320/43red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258549890151010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MANLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SMstJhqL-o/TpRiI5V_aKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/x8-j8sjhsO0/s1600/44th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SMstJhqL-o/TpRiI5V_aKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/x8-j8sjhsO0/s320/44th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258536483088546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. Mr Sng was there too! He's a cool teacher, like yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(There was meant to be a photo of our neoprints but I accidentally deleted it, too lazy to replace it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYzo65DWq5k/TpRiInp5GaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2vd4SZg3ESE/s1600/46th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYzo65DWq5k/TpRiInp5GaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2vd4SZg3ESE/s320/46th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258531734722978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ojTnHUd9C4/TpRh09OSRMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9y0xxYTBoCg/s1600/47th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ojTnHUd9C4/TpRh09OSRMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9y0xxYTBoCg/s320/47th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258193927128258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKKsxSCDzXw/TpRh0hO3C5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/IYc9RkASPGU/s1600/48th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rKKsxSCDzXw/TpRh0hO3C5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/IYc9RkASPGU/s320/48th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258186413345682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IanP :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FSW2S2LaTLw/TpRh0NJ9XOI/AAAAAAAAANs/dyJizwBbiHs/s1600/49th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FSW2S2LaTLw/TpRh0NJ9XOI/AAAAAAAAANs/dyJizwBbiHs/s320/49th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258181024079074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicholas wanted to photobomb us but in fact, he made the picture a whole lot nicer (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DI5GDOC1TPs/TpRhz1ZNstI/AAAAAAAAANY/25_8J7SIVc4/s1600/50th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DI5GDOC1TPs/TpRhz1ZNstI/AAAAAAAAANY/25_8J7SIVc4/s320/50th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258174645613266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELL ME. TELL ME THEY LOOK LIKE AHLIANS. THEY DO RIGHT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLrYGTYah7E/TpRhz2hFH6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/5fs-niuAay0/s1600/51st.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uLrYGTYah7E/TpRhz2hFH6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/5fs-niuAay0/s320/51st.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258174947041186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marcus ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D1lRilBztwo/TpRhoEQMhiI/AAAAAAAAANE/qPzvCc3QkBY/s1600/52nd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D1lRilBztwo/TpRhoEQMhiI/AAAAAAAAANE/qPzvCc3QkBY/s320/52nd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662257972475889186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHAIIIII SINNNNN YINNNNN! SUPER LONG NEVER SEE HER ALREADY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwG8KHuun3E/TpRhoH63PAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NJBhuqd0cRI/s1600/53rd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwG8KHuun3E/TpRhoH63PAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NJBhuqd0cRI/s320/53rd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662257973460155394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jiahui acting shy :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I ROCK CAUSE I'VE GOT SO MANY PHOTOS. KTHXBAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-2640841949323749689?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2640841949323749689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-your-friends-are-gone-youll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2640841949323749689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2640841949323749689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-your-friends-are-gone-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/-yBNAhzJb__c/TpRlvpFphBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5jDlzXvIO0I/s72-c/1st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-6116118766792764564</id><published>2011-09-26T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:50:00.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dog's the cutest thing on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to show you pictures of my super cute dog :D Chinese exam is tomorrow and I really hope I do well! Okay, short short post! Bye :D &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qNPnXBFS5Xo/ToCs151Lf7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/8-1IeawSuRA/s640/blogger-image-115023581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qNPnXBFS5Xo/ToCs151Lf7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/8-1IeawSuRA/s640/blogger-image-115023581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5Fh-BpjpfME/ToCtNfCh0YI/AAAAAAAAAJs/u145qy5-9OI/s640/blogger-image--628241206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5Fh-BpjpfME/ToCtNfCh0YI/AAAAAAAAAJs/u145qy5-9OI/s640/blogger-image--628241206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-6116118766792764564?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6116118766792764564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-dogs-cutest-thing-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6116118766792764564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6116118766792764564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-dogs-cutest-thing-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qNPnXBFS5Xo/ToCs151Lf7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/8-1IeawSuRA/s72-c/blogger-image-115023581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-1971354719551795963</id><published>2011-09-25T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:33:37.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's going to happen to me, when you leave my side? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. This post is gonna be real melodramatic. Is it called nostalgic or something? Okay, doubt it. Anyway... The top sentence is basically when I am gonna blog about today. I am really scared, I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum. &lt;br /&gt;I know... There's still a long way before the day comes, you and I both know what I mean. But hey, who can predict the future? Like what they always say... "You may be here today, but you wouldn't know about tomorrow." I believe and trust in it 100%. I'm only 14 but everyday I think to myself, "What's going to happen to me when mummy is gone?" I am so dependent on her. Sometimes I get really mad with her but I really love her. She's the only one there for me throughout everything. I want to die before she does, I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother..&lt;br /&gt;She's someone else always there for me too. She's only 60, so I guess another 10 years, at least? I hope. But besides the point, yeah. She dotes me more than her children (my mum, and her two brothers.) hands down. I'm really certain about that. And no, I'm not showing off that I'm almighty and what not and people show me more love, but it's just that sometimes I really, really, don't know what's going to happen to me when my grandmother's gone too. What's going to happen when I'm sick? What's going to happen if suddenly an emergency crops up and my mother's not around? Who am I supposed to talk to if my mother isn't around? I'll just die, literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My helper.. &lt;br /&gt;How on Earth can someone develop such close feelings with their helper? I can. She has been with me for 11 years and counting. She's 46 this coming November and soon enough, she wouldn't be able to withstand so much chores in the house. Sure, she's stronger than me and what not, FOR NOW. 5 years time, 10 years time, who knows? I'm glad she doesn't want to retire too soon. And I hope when she does, she'll still be my beloved helper. In my English exam, composition, I wrote about her. I wrote about how I deliberately left her at McD's just to run home alone because I detested her. I swear, I SWEAR, I almost teared when writing it. (If you think I'm being overly-dramatic, shut the hell up and know my story first, bitch.) I really love my composition. Even if it doesn't come out as what I wished for... It's fine. I'm happy with it, that's enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog.. &lt;br /&gt;I had him since he was around a month old. He was a really sad dog. His mum didn't have enough milk for him.. Yet I still didn't want to keep him when my mum's friend brought him to my house. But nonetheless, he was so cute. His body was as big as two of my palms, seriously. He stayed at my house for the first night and I told my mum I wanted it. I play with him, walk him around, and even sleep with him sometimes. How not to develop feelings as owner and pet? Dogs have only 15 years to live, maximum. He's turning 4 soon. 11 years to go but then again, who's to know what's gonna happen in the near future? I know I don't. I really love him. I don't want to part with my dog ever, ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad.. &lt;br /&gt;HAH SCREW YOU BITCH YOU'VE BROUGHT NOTHING BUT MISERY TO MY LIFE. You still owe me 10 grand. ITS MY MONEY, NOT THE FREAKING MONEY YOU GAVE ME. I don't even think you've the position to scold me for any reasons. You didn't love me, you didn't love mum, all you love was yourself and those slut whores out there. Carry on. I don't give two shits about it. But nonetheless, I still love you. I wish you'd change, but that's a wish that would never come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the sudden anger management issue. But whatever I said is coming from the bottom of my heart. As I write this post I seriously feel like crying. Why's death compulsory? Why bother living if all that's going to happen in the end is death? Wouldn't that bring more misery? Life's so complicated till I don't want to live anymore. Help me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-1971354719551795963?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1971354719551795963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-going-to-happen-to-me-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1971354719551795963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1971354719551795963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-going-to-happen-to-me-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-3191164028859448366</id><published>2011-09-23T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:37:31.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No mistakes, no lamenting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO :) Recently, Xiaxue posted an entry on what Camera Applications she uses on the iPhone. I believe it has helped tons of people, which includes yours truly :p Yeh, I camwhore. Nothing wrong, right? I personally like PopBooth, and 美图秀秀 third. Second? PixlRomatic. It has a real wide variety of different kinds of edition for your photos :) An example would be the second photo in this post, which would be at the bottom of the post. Sorry, I can't really control this as I'm blogging through my phone. The one with Serene, Hoiluen and I is edited through PixlRomatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second photo, 美图秀秀. I like how it can focus on certain things, and blur the background. That's really DSLR like, which is good :) Did I mention before that I desperately want a DSLR? *hints*. Anyway, yeah. A little complicated for me (my Chinese isn't that fantastic after all. FML.) Yeah, but I guess it's just a matter of time to get used to it? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the photos, the ones that doesn't show the photo entirely, are taken with PopBooth. Not a real wide variety to choose from, but their minimal variety is good enough to satisfy me. Despite these, I really DETEST how I can't save my photos under photo library. (All the ones that I took with PopBooth are screenshots.) If there was a 'save' feature, I believe it'd be way better, surpassing it's current standard. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;English exam was conducted today. Not too bad I guess :) After doing the paper, my hopes were waned but I don't believe that I'd do THAT badly. Just wait till I get my results back. :) To haolian/just let you know. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st photo: PopBooth. &lt;br /&gt;2nd: PixlRomatic. &lt;br /&gt;3rd-7th: PopBooth. &lt;br /&gt;8th: 美图秀秀.&lt;br /&gt;9th: PopBooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talk for this post! 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Today's blog post, I'll just let the photos do the talking. But honestly, I really love F2-2. At the end of this year, I'll look at every photo we took, remember every memory we share, and cry :') Yep, pictures here! Many of us looks retarded, but who cares? 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I&amp;apos;ll take your hand."</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm back again, lol. That title has completely no link to what I've posted. I don't know what to post either. I'm back cause I'm just that bored. Life sucks without things to do. :/ Then again I don't have to mood to study. Double unhappiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD MATH TUITION TODAY, TEST MY MATH. AND APPARENTLY MY MATH SUCKS. &gt;: Wah, FML. Double Science and AMath, I really don't see how it's possible anymore. Sorry, let me rephrase. It wasn't possible since the beginning. What shit, seriously! (HAHAH, 'seriously' is the most overused word..) But! GOD WILL MAK A WAY, WHEN THERE SEEMS TO BE NO WAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this paragraph: &lt;br /&gt;If you ask me for a flower, I'll give you a bouquet. &lt;br /&gt;If you ask me for a minute, I'll give you a day. &lt;br /&gt;If you ask me for true love, I'll give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me for an angel, I'll give you me. &lt;br /&gt;♥ I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Yeh, so sweet right. I saw another tweet in Twitter saying "A guy mouth 'I love you' across the room." Heart melt. NO, I do not want a GUY to say that to me thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised Sean has tremendously a lot of embarrassing moments. Not like unglam moments or what. Like what he says are damn embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You seriously eat a lot sia. &lt;br /&gt;Sean: What! Eating is a way of distressing okay! Or masturbating...&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know right. Damn sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What class you wanna go? &lt;br /&gt;Sean: 3-1 or 3-2 lor. &lt;br /&gt;Me: WOW. You really dream big! &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH I AM DAMN MEAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean: K lah I wanna go sleep already byes~! &lt;br /&gt;Me: K bye hairy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with some photos! Bye! :D &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KDskBFZRu-g/TnTXFLXe_wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eUxZDibF90Q/s640/blogger-image--710965869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KDskBFZRu-g/TnTXFLXe_wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eUxZDibF90Q/s640/blogger-image--710965869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-m_LGOmTIveg/TnTXPmi5F2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/21p3x4atC2Y/s640/blogger-image-582248399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-m_LGOmTIveg/TnTXPmi5F2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/21p3x4atC2Y/s640/blogger-image-582248399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sDdbwEizGnk/TnTXaS7SSEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_mdUMP_vG1I/s640/blogger-image--708943314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sDdbwEizGnk/TnTXaS7SSEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_mdUMP_vG1I/s640/blogger-image--708943314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-3706989593991981920?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3706989593991981920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-alone-together-we-stand-i-be-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3706989593991981920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3706989593991981920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-alone-together-we-stand-i-be-by.html' title='&amp;quot;You&amp;amp;apos;re not alone, together we stand, I&amp;amp;apos;ll be by your side,&#xA;I&amp;amp;apos;ll take your hand.&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KDskBFZRu-g/TnTXFLXe_wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eUxZDibF90Q/s72-c/blogger-image--710965869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-627172782053466063</id><published>2011-09-15T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:30:51.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I&amp;apos;m back.</title><content type='html'>Hey. It's been a really long time, right? Not like anyone reads anyways. So.. yeh. I really don't intend to get back to blogging, I'm just bored and have nothing to do, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to describe my life. No, this is not one of my emo seasons once again. (HAHAH Then I'm like using blogger for my rant page cause I realized I was FOREVER emo when I blogged in the past. #whatswrongwithme.) Yeh, I feel really happy now, stress too obviously. Seriously what! Exams are in like 8 days and I don't seem as panicky as I should be, lol. But I'm studying la, I really am. My hard work better pay off or else it's like having a hot sun after a rain but no rainbow. Okay, weird way to link the two stories up but you get what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging through phone right now. My goodness, Blogger app should've came out donkey years ago like really. This is so much easier lol. Makes me MIGHT blog more, perhaps. HAHA, blog more, once in two months. Ainkkk, just kidding :) Nah I really don't know. It's not a habit to blog often lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum bought this shirt for me when she was in America. Bought it from Forever 21 and I seriously super love it! Hahaha. And I cut my hair also. Lol. It turned out really good at the beginning. But sadly, but expected, after EVERY SINGLE haircut, it turns out disgusting after I bathe. Yeah so. When can I have my proper and good haircut? #reallydepressed. This shit cannot continue. The only good haircut I had was during June holidays. Yeah sure thanks. Give me good haircut when nobody is there to see. It's not so good but at least, BETTER. COMPARE WITH NOW, REALLY BIG CONTRAST. And it has been cut by the same person  Which makes it x100 more saddening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I am going to sleep. Blogging at 1.30am in the morning is just not really right lol. K nights. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hl6maqSKWBA/TnI2RrfTgtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8vCm5ZZgxhU/s640/blogger-image--114144811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hl6maqSKWBA/TnI2RrfTgtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8vCm5ZZgxhU/s640/blogger-image--114144811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GS6vgr1fzDc/TnI2SKwm6NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cSkGLLNYY_A/s640/blogger-image--414818368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GS6vgr1fzDc/TnI2SKwm6NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cSkGLLNYY_A/s640/blogger-image--414818368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v4PI6rC1BsM/TnI2ShCCdbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fxBC9h37THk/s640/blogger-image-739993000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v4PI6rC1BsM/TnI2ShCCdbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fxBC9h37THk/s640/blogger-image-739993000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-627172782053466063?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/627172782053466063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-i-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/627172782053466063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/627172782053466063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-i-back.html' title='When I&amp;amp;apos;m back.'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-hl6maqSKWBA/TnI2RrfTgtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8vCm5ZZgxhU/s72-c/blogger-image--114144811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-4761578530632430581</id><published>2011-03-12T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T06:30:18.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我可以, 陪你去看星星, 不用在多说理, 我就要和你在一起.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ah :) Im blogging on iPad. Yeah. GB did GMS(S) proud by clinching Gold, Challenge Shield and Best Commander. Happy for them! Hmm. It's the holidays and yes, I finally slept for 13 hours last night. (y) Okay. I'm bullshitting. Bored die man. ): Okay. Talk a bit only. So, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-4761578530632430581?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4761578530632430581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4761578530632430581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4761578530632430581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-8634754322028560949</id><published>2011-03-02T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T04:22:43.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"How much you lost?"&lt;div&gt;"$100." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why never tell me? If I steal can return you some." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the? That's just super ridiculous! I asked everybody if they took my wallet, and you say I accuse you, totally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you steal my things, you return &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; back to me. Not whatever amount you wanna return me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I asked &lt;b&gt;everybody &lt;/b&gt;if they took my wallet, not just&lt;b&gt; you, &lt;/b&gt;so don't say I accused you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, seriously? It's so ridiculous! Yeah, you said you were joking, but I can't believe that could even come out from somebody's mouth. (Okay fine, not mouth, type it out.) It wasn't a single bit funny, in fact you made me suspect you more. Don't blame me for it, you know your history. I know I shouldn't judge you by that, and it's wrong as well, but really, the things you say make &lt;b&gt;you yourself&lt;/b&gt; a suspect. I think most people know what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was after Chinese class when Faith2-2 had to pack up and go for Music. Then -blahblahblah- happened in Music. -blahblahblah- stands for Music shit, like what we did during Music. Dismissed after that, opened my bag to take out my wallet. Not there. Called Wanqi, took keys, went back to class, not there either. Went to report to General Office, not there either. Today, went to check Music room, not there either. So I suppose it's stolen. Imma report to Mr. Jaya tomorrow. So hopefully, whoever sees this now and has my wallet, would kindly return it to me, and I definitely won't blame him/her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Description of wallet: MYUK, Black, "If found please contact: ______." states on the wallet, something like that, don't remember clearly. If found please return!! ): I'll appreciate it very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-8634754322028560949?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8634754322028560949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-much-you-lost-100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8634754322028560949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8634754322028560949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-much-you-lost-100.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7378477466167256269</id><published>2011-02-21T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T07:37:15.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hard work pays off :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm really very happy with results. Well, so far lah ^^. Hopefully I wouldn't fail my English or something. Ah, Mr. Kee should seriously come back... now. Not saying that I don't like Ms. Chan lah, she's funny + cute. "Can you please stop saying 'chill' or 'relax'?! YOUR VOCABULARY IS SO LIMITED!" Haha, damn joke, ^^. Mr. Kee, come back quickly lah, your chicken pox go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lah. The main reason why I came to blog is because, I'm really happy with my results. I'm not trying to show off or whatsoever, but I'm really proud of myself. Like, an accomplishment or something?(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home Economics: 24/25. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography: 9.5/20 (Ms. Asva said she'll pass me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History: 17/20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese: 41/50 (Disappointed only.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science: 23.5/30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Hopefully all of you out there are scoring well too! I got to go! Bye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7378477466167256269?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7378477466167256269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/hard-work-pays-off-d-okay-im-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7378477466167256269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7378477466167256269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/hard-work-pays-off-d-okay-im-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-8867471999831920727</id><published>2011-02-15T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:40:52.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Trust is like the Golden Rule." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I suppose you'll see this soon, I hope you do. I ain't gonna say who you are, but I guess, you will know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's going on? I really don't know. Everything's changing so quickly. Everybody's being emotional, except me perhaps. Everyone is taking turns to get into the "emo" kind of mood. Why? Are so many bad shits happening? Well, actually, yes. After yesterday, I've learnt. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; things are happening. But, it seems like I've been kept in the dark, I'm slow in learning about things happening around me, things happening to my closest friends. How come? I don't expect you to tell me immediately, neither do I expect you to tell me if you really don't wanna tell anyone. But, you told someone, and it makes me feel and think, I'm not trustworthy, I'm not a good friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to be dramatic here, whatsoever. I'm stating facts. I ask, because I care. I care, because I wanna help. I help, because I don't wanna see you cry. Because when you cry, if you didn't know, it hurts us too. Perhaps you think I wouldn't understand, perhaps you think such things wouldn't happen to me. You don't tell me, of course I don't understand! You think I don't worry, but in fact, you're making me worry more. I don't know about the other people, I wouldn't speak for them yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you cried because you were stressed. Haven't I told you, "I am your pillar whenever you need one." And no, I don't mean it in any other way. But seriously, friends be there for each other, well, true friends does. True friends listens to what one another has to say, understand it. It's not that you don't fit in a group of which you don't talk to. It's just that, you don't tell some of us stuff, when we're really wanting to help. No, don't get our intentions wrongly. We're not trying to be busybodies and just wanna know what happened, or what is happening. What we really want to do is to, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;HEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah, it's that simple! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;NEVER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;thought that you were talking ill about us. Because I know, you ain't this sort, and I still have that trust in you. Nobody blamed you for not having lunch with us. We even understood and thought you just needed to talk to her. "I thought no one will ever understand me." Look, that's a killer, okay? Thanks, you just stabbed me with your words. I'm utterly disappointed. I'm utterly shocked, I couldn't gain your trust, that's the bottom line of everything. You make me feel like I'm really a lousy friend. You make me feel like you're avoiding some stuff from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You made me feel like you couldn't trust me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, I respect it, it's alright. I got that. I can't blame you, because you are going through many things right now. But the trust, I don't see any reason for that. Why? Why can't you tell us? You think we wouldn't understand? Sorry, you're wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay fine, let's say you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; trust me. Okay, thanks. But aren't cliques for you, always? Aren't cliques supposed to be understanding, with each other at least. What did we do? What did we do that didn't make you feel like telling us? I just don't get it. We've never spread anything about you, why would we?! I'm sorry, we've never got the chance to. And even if we did, we wouldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm feeling so lousy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's nothing I can do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm always in the dark.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had no intentions, I just wanted to help...&lt;br /&gt;And, I've never blamed you, I wouldn't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just to let you know, the same old phrase, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm your pillar whenever you need one."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8060078590294134677-8867471999831920727?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8867471999831920727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/trust-is-like-golden-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8867471999831920727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8867471999831920727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/trust-is-like-golden-rule.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-821535892987582668</id><published>2011-02-14T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T06:17:01.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to clear some shits. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I would like EVERYONE to know that, &lt;b&gt;I DO NOT LIKE HOI LUEN ANYMORE. &lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I don't. In fact, it's been months since I stopped liking her. So please, whoever out there is spreading about this saying that I still like her, I'm sorry but... You're wrong. And, I don't like anyone now. I don't like it when people say I like whoever when I don't. Yeah, that's really about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I don't know what happened between me and some other upper secondary guys. One day "Waisheng" (I don't know how to spell his name.) asked me on Facebook, "Whose number is this? You know?" It was my friend. Then some guys came to look for my friend, but I didn't know who they were. Then suddenly they said my name. Then I stunned. I only told "Waisheng" who that person was sia! I didn't do anything else man, I did nothing about what my friend did. Anyway, just hope that everything would be alright lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's about it. So... I've finally blogged? :) Hm. Kinda tired right now. Having sleepless nights, not enough rest either. Wanted to nap just now and I got woken up by a stupid text from I forgot who -___-. Okayyy, maybe I should go and sleep now or something. So, goodnight peepos (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-821535892987582668?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/821535892987582668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-to-clear-some-shits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/821535892987582668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/821535892987582668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-to-clear-some-shits.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-4474526628479404986</id><published>2011-02-02T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T04:33:36.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't think so highly of yourself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, finally. It's over :D Don't have to be so stressed anymore, don't have to get pissed off by comments -_- Whatever. Yeah, I think some of em' didn't like it, they only liked Jaslyn. Congrats Jas :D You were awesome out there. Love you k &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥. Yeah, some didn't like it, some said it was the best, so I guess it's subjective, or maybe personal attack, which is childish (: If you don't like person, just take the person down, don't have to drag everybody. You should put yourself in other people's shoes before judging them, yeah? I'm trying to say it as nicely as I can, but I don't think you'd see it. Don't judge them, when you don't know how it feels, thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously, damn pekchek. Bad way to start Chinese New Year, I'm darn serious. Ah! I don't owe anyone anything right? Okay, so I guess it's because my temper isn't good today. Whatever, hope it improves tomorrow. Going to boring places which I swear, I DON'T WANT TO GO. FML FOR NOW, I'M GOING FOR ANGPOWS ONLY!&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/8060078590294134677-4474526628479404986?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4474526628479404986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-think-so-highly-of-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4474526628479404986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4474526628479404986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-think-so-highly-of-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-2434996619711779775</id><published>2011-02-01T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T05:41:28.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"So dance, dance like it's the last, last night of your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TUgMTjXc3yI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YV4yHabywHc/s320/images.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568714469294268194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, yes. Tomorrow's the day. We trained hard, we cried hard, we had fun, for tomorrow. Yeah, we had our ups and downs during these times. Many of us cried our hearts out, some even quit the dance, they are all there. But, it doesn't really matter anymore, because we got it handled. I'm going to make sure that tomorrow's gna be awesome, that tomorrow's gna be the best dance we ever put out. Even if we forget our steps, I don't care. We try our best, we won. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's not be so formal anymore. So today, I sprained my ankle during PE while playing catching. How awesome isn't it? Especially when it's ONE day before the dance (: I love it la, I'm damn lucky I tell you. K fine, let's stop being so sarcastic. Yeap, I ain't lying about spraining my ankle, but it has amazingly recovered within 4 hours, LOLS. Confirm must be because I prayed 2 times for my speedy recovery :D Awesome or awesome, I love God. So yeah, I really hope tomorrow would be an awesome day, and that we get the loudest applause ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-2434996619711779775?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2434996619711779775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-dance-dance-like-its-last-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2434996619711779775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2434996619711779775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-dance-dance-like-its-last-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TUgMTjXc3yI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YV4yHabywHc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-1141999502148109444</id><published>2011-01-29T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T06:45:38.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's blog shit (:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently, Blogger's being an asshole and it's not allowing me to upload pictures. Fine, it is, but after a minute it only uploaded 9% so thanks (: So, I'm sorry, no pictures for this post. So how's life? I don't know, I don't really feel like blogging about my daily life unless it's really interesting. Life's been okay for me, tiring, fun, and I'm starting to hate Maths and Science a lot, A LOT. I can't get a shit the teacher's teaching. Yeah so, I'm pretty worried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I seriously hate people that are like, trying to find trouble for no reason? It just pisses me off and, I think it's just childish. I'm not referring to any case but that's how I personally feel. I mean if you're really that free go do something more meaningful la, and not like go pissing people off like some retards -_- K this is getting on my nerves, so maybe I should stop talking about this topic already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I'm really excited for Drama SYF, and worried at the same time. Like, what if I screw up or what? What if I'm the reason for not getting Gold w Honours, or whatever medal? I don't know. I'm thinking a lot la. I just hope everything goes smoothly, and the way I want it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lacking of things to write. And I'm not really bothered. So I suppose this is gna be the last post from me till the CNY ends (: I don't know, perhaps I'd blog if I really have the mood to, but most probably not. Yeah, k. So byebye for now :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-1141999502148109444?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1141999502148109444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-blog-shit-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1141999502148109444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1141999502148109444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-blog-shit-k.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-1911983005058858669</id><published>2011-01-24T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:25:47.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I'm sorry that I had to vent it on you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean... I really don't believe it la. You're still my good friend, and you'll always be. I really don't have any reason to be angry at you, I'm not. But, what I read with my own eyes, I'm shocked. I still don't believe that you're such a person. I know you're not, so please, prove me right. You are not the person I knew, you're still fun and all, you still am awesome to me. I wouldn't say you're not in fault too though. I won't say out everything.. Long story short: You're awesome and will always be. But please, I don't want to be proved wrong. At least, for the sake of me,&lt;i&gt; please?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't ask me what had happened. I won't tell anybody, other than perhaps my close friends. I don't know. But I'm really, disappointed. You wouldn't like the feeling of being sandwiched in between two awesome friends, that you really care for.. I know, I don't have to bother about this at all, it isn't my problem. But.. I care because you two, or three, really mean a lot to me. First month of the year has been alright, let it just continue being this way. I really don't expect too much, I just don't want to lose anybody. You should know how it feels, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You really mean a lot to me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-1911983005058858669?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1911983005058858669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sorry-that-i-had-to-vent-it-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1911983005058858669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1911983005058858669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sorry-that-i-had-to-vent-it-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-5961096449494496431</id><published>2011-01-22T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T02:14:25.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know leh. I suddenly felt like posting pictures, and crap a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTqjrnS2g_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/XmQBlGL0eng/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTqjrnS2g_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/XmQBlGL0eng/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564940259247424498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Serene + Dayna (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTqjUqQgTtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lN4c--7c_j8/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTqjUqQgTtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lN4c--7c_j8/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564939864905895634" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ronnie + Nicole! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTqiw5DM_hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3DZ6OLO6wqY/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTqiw5DM_hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3DZ6OLO6wqY/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564939250401345042" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mindez, Serene, Georgina. Hey look, Serene you're so tall. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTqfOlTACTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8WPjMfbe7ys/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTqfOlTACTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/8WPjMfbe7ys/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564935362448460082" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mindez, Serene and I, one of my favourite pictures (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;These are some of the pictures from my Facebook album, "Friends are the ones you can't live without. &gt;ALL of my close friends to be in the album (: Intended to upload more pictures, but the damn computer is taking years to upload, so I'm sorry. Maybe when I'm really really patient, then I'll upload everything. Have been camwhoring everyday, thanks to Serene. According to her, it's addictive..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;School has been okay, I guess? Some arguments here and there, but I guess it's alright. It's definitely a tiring week, I swear. I'm staying back &lt;b&gt;every single day, literally! &lt;/b&gt;Nothing I can do about it though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Monday, Christian Fellowship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tuesdays &amp;amp; Thursdays, Self-study. I don't see any point of them in doing this since they know we don't really study during that period of time. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wednesdays, Drama + Mad Fiesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fridays, Drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Saturday, Drama + Tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Sunday, Tuition! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Someone save me. So basically, I'm waking up early everyday. I wouldn't say it's a bad thing, but I wouldn't take it as a good thing either. Drama has been good, some people just don't know their limits though. Took my phone, disabled it for I think 20 minutes +, took 100 pictures screenshot, pissing me off more and more every time I deleted one. Seriously, &lt;b&gt;get a life dude. &lt;/b&gt;It isn't funny at all, AT ALL. It just pisses me off more and makes yourself unpopular. Whatever, enough about it, it's just making me boil and give a darn black face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Had my first lesson of Mad Fiesta the last Wednesday, Hip Hop! And yes, it was darn good. My close friends were there, the music and steps were awesome. DJ got us falling in love. Hopefully by the upcoming Wednesday, the whole dance would be done, as we are performing on Chinese New Year for GM. It's really stressful, but I really want to do it. Dancing with my awesome friends has really been great although there were some misunderstandings here and there, but I'm sure everything would fall into place. Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know I've not been blogging real often. Well, not even often, in fact, very seldom! I know, but it's really rare that I get this kind of mood that I'm having now, to blog so much, say what I really want to say. But sometimes, some things are better to be unknown, and ignorance is a bliss. I really wish to say out things, how I really feel, what I really think. And no, I'm not being emo, I'm just saying. I don't want to have a private blog, because I'm pretty sure that people would think that I'm bitching about them, so no. There are many things that people think that I don't know, but in fact, I know. I'm not angry, I should reflect instead, change for the better. Yeah la, sometimes I'm really.. I don't know, a pain in an ass..? I really don't know, perhaps you could tell me. Yeah, I love my friends a lot, and I really don't want them to think the way they think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So far, for 2011, it's really not a bad year. It's good, but I wouldn't say it's fantastic or whatsoever. It's like, very very normal with no big things happening around me, unlike 2010. It's been rather, an emotional year though. I've got many tears bottled up in myself. I guess it's alright..? Well, life's a bitch, filled with up and down, so yeah I suppose such things are really normal. 2011 has been rather predicted as for now. I've got new year resolutions too okay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; stead. Crushes maybe, but I really don't intend to stead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aiming top 15 in class, top 70 in level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Get closer to God, although it's hard as mum doesn't allow me to go to church, but there are definitely ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Stay awesome with my awesome friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh and to find my ear piece back. (Return it whoever stole it. It's $15 okay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's about it. I love my life now, if everything was so easy.. life would be awesome for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh, and happy birthday to Kirti, Jasmyn, Gordon, Rachel's brother from TNS; Shawn, Esther, Samantha! May all your dreams come true! Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to all of you, Happy birthday to you! :D &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/8060078590294134677-5961096449494496431?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5961096449494496431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-leh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5961096449494496431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5961096449494496431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTqjrnS2g_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/XmQBlGL0eng/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-1732729170885500257</id><published>2011-01-16T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T04:47:17.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Only true friends doesn't stab you in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLgliXa0dI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jwJYT2KJdjk/s1600/163113_1671267152961_1575860374_1586213_8092365_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLgliXa0dI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jwJYT2KJdjk/s320/163113_1671267152961_1575860374_1586213_8092365_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562755425240797650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Went to bowling at Kallang Leisure Park (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLgsAeanoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0eqNHHQZlow/s1600/163247_1671276033183_1575860374_1586247_5337506_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLgsAeanoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0eqNHHQZlow/s320/163247_1671276033183_1575860374_1586247_5337506_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562755536402423426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sin Yin; Elaine and I. This was a candid shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLiKJPzejI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ztLBpfbqDp0/s1600/178934_1671272993107_1575860374_1586238_2456936_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLiKJPzejI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ztLBpfbqDp0/s320/178934_1671272993107_1575860374_1586238_2456936_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562757153664760370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Actual shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLhJsAZNDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0ZiMjg1LhW8/s1600/164527_1671271313065_1575860374_1586232_1782245_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLhJsAZNDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0ZiMjg1LhW8/s320/164527_1671271313065_1575860374_1586232_1782245_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562756046303867954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jiahui; Elaine + Sinyin; Elaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLhU75ZmGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vkMACwdxtNM/s1600/165666_1671273753126_1575860374_1586239_5907886_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLhU75ZmGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vkMACwdxtNM/s320/165666_1671273753126_1575860374_1586239_5907886_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562756239548061794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sinyin; Elaine + Ian. T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLhgaOk8bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z499Hb6kPB0/s1600/167810_1671269953031_1575860374_1586226_6124293_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLhgaOk8bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z499Hb6kPB0/s320/167810_1671269953031_1575860374_1586226_6124293_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562756436668510642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sinyin; Elaine + Hoiluen. Geeks. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLhxOrpTNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AEMuYW4pG90/s1600/167908_1671274193137_1575860374_1586240_7694969_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLhxOrpTNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AEMuYW4pG90/s320/167908_1671274193137_1575860374_1586240_7694969_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562756725626981586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The girls except ConnieJiammmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLh4yzXoKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/APi8AFNkoXc/s1600/168224_1671275753176_1575860374_1586246_1477964_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLh4yzXoKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/APi8AFNkoXc/s320/168224_1671275753176_1575860374_1586246_1477964_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562756855582138530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sinyin; Elaine + Marcus eating lollipop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLiBpYjH4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/KKIBor1zcUQ/s1600/168479_1671276673199_1575860374_1586248_3395052_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLiBpYjH4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/KKIBor1zcUQ/s320/168479_1671276673199_1575860374_1586248_3395052_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562757007672549250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Elaine preventing from being shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.1111px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Went out on Thursday last week, to celebrate Sin Yin's birthday (: Fun! Met @ Aljunied MRT @ 3, after school. It was supposed to be at 2.50, but dearest Connie Jiam was late. Tsktsktsk. She ran towards us, hahas. So we headed to Kallang Leisure Park. Dodges and co. left and I only realised it after they left. We were kinda late for the movie, it started at 3.40, but we reached there @ 3.40, LOL. But luckily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There were commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;They are never early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeah. So before going into the cinema, we went to KFC to sneak in food (: That's what I do every time anyway. The other time I held my Koi in my hands and walked in, and never got caught. Maybe the lights were to dim. Yeah, anyways, then we went to watch "The ghost must be crazy." The movie was alright, more of a comedy than horror, which was definitely a good thing (: But Jiahui screamed like a mad woman x.x And she was sitting next to me, laughs~. And there was a part which was, kind of disturbing. After that, we went to play bowling. Meh, Hoiluen owned me at first. In the end, I owned her, yay. I think I scored 131/133 if I'm not wrong. Elaine left halfway though. Have not been playing it for quite some time though, sadly. Went to buy Starbucks later on, $7 flew away. But it's okay, "once in a while" is alright :D Ian T and Marcus went to play Max Tune, not interested in it anymore. Jiahui and Hoiluen went to buy Potato Stick. I walked into the MRT, with my drink, and I forgot that no drinks are allowed in MRTs. Didn't get caught, so I rock \m/ K, I'm just kidding ^^. Hoiluen and Jiahui went back to Ian's house as their bags were there. I went home, and I was super tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Yeah, that's how the day ended. Kinda fun, but short ): Hoping to wait for another fun outing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A friend that leaves memories and footsteps in your heart."&lt;/b&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/8060078590294134677-1732729170885500257?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1732729170885500257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/only-true-friends-doesnt-stab-you-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1732729170885500257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1732729170885500257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/only-true-friends-doesnt-stab-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TTLgliXa0dI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jwJYT2KJdjk/s72-c/163113_1671267152961_1575860374_1586213_8092365_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-3702687718887795228</id><published>2011-01-07T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:07:56.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woke up feeling annoyed again. Went to second level to have our breakfast WITHOUT BRUSHING OUR TEETH, SERIOUSLY?! Then we had to do 560 success claps, sadly. But we only did 200 for now because the rest was to be during the Victory March. During breakfast, I told some Faith2-3 guys that I'm gna act sick. And, when I was about to tell the teacher, you know what happened? I really felt sick. I had a stomach ache, and a damn headache &gt;&lt; Faith2-2 won the best class award and I won myself a LIVE! Operation 'necklace'. Was really happy :D This camp rocked and sucked. &lt;div&gt;(Sorry something happened to the blog post so I split it into 2.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-3702687718887795228?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3702687718887795228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-faith2-2-won-best-class-award-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3702687718887795228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3702687718887795228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-faith2-2-won-best-class-award-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-4648601103982693509</id><published>2011-01-07T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:05:25.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What it feels like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's was so tiring. It was so fun. It was so memorable, too bad it had to end. Yes, and I'm talking about the Secondary 2 camp to Singapore Vision Farm, organised by Adam Khoo. Hell yeah, I've loads of things to talk about it, be it good or bad. Some things really pissed me off, some things really allowed me to enjoy myself. But overall, I really enjoyed myself. I wouldn't mind going back and doing all the activities again, to be honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We gathered in school. Heck no, nobody was looking forward to the camp at all. Well, for as far as I know of. I, myself, was hoping and praying that the miserable 3 days 2 nights camp would pass super quickly. The Platoon Mentors introduced themselves, well and trust me, I've forgotten almost all of their names. Hmm, I'm sorry! They did some weird kind of falling in. Briefings, introductions, and then we set off to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yio Chu Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. We went that far. Reached there in 30 minutes or so. The walk up made me feel like going home more. Stepped in, and saw the bunks. &lt;s&gt;It was so luxurious! Air-conditioned, queen-sized mattresses, everyone gets one each.  &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You wish! We slept in bunks under a roof which I honestly believe that you can move it away. They had no mattresses, just wooden planks. That seriously made me go begging for mercy. We fell in, and the instructors really gave me a bad impression. I thought, "Why so serious? Isn't camp for us to enjoy?" Yeah, wait for it. We walked down to the second level. Once again, briefings. Wasn't really bothered to listen to them. Was just wanting to have fun yo! Then we proceeded to a game called Water Tank. It was a long, thick pole (please don't thing wrongly.) with holes, both big and small, and there were 2 balls inside, which we had to get it out by pouring water in it. (Is it me, or does this sound really damn wrong..?) Anyway, we didn't succeed :x The holes were too big. And because I was the one whom poured the water, and due to my lousy aiming, everybody got a little wet/drenched other than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah, that's what they taught in camp. They took the pails, filled it with water, and BOOM, I got wet. If that happened outside whatsoever, I guess I would have gotten pissed. But hey, I mean, where's the spirit? So I just laughed along with everybody else. From then, I started to believe that this camp meant more than tortures. Second game we played was called the Mind Field. There were 'wires' above us so we had to crawl. Worse thing was, we were crawling over wet mud. We got down and dirty, but trust me, it was worth it. We had so much fun! I honestly wouldn't mind doing it again, I suppose, haha. Then we headed to Slippery Slope. Best (y). However, due to time constrain, the other half of our class went to another game called Post-man walk which was more challenging and difficult. They only had two ropes and they had to cross from one point to another. And below them, wasn't the floor, was a pond. Anyway, Slippery slope is a game that we have to climb up a mat filled with water and detergent, I know, sounds difficult. It isn't though! Probably was because we had a rope to guide us. I was wet from head to toe, literally! Who cares, we had fun. Then we had lunch. Nothing much happened after that, just falling in, exercises etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It didn't start well, AT ALL. And I'm serious. The morning exercise pissed me off, the instructors pissed me off. Honestly, he was just being an asshole, thank you. Enough about that. Thinking about it seriously makes me pissed off, and now my face is black -_-. Anyway, it all started with breakfast, then a game which is like Amazing Race. Somehow different, but almost the same :D I hope you get it. First stop, we had to piggy back people from one point to another. But, in order to be able to step on the ground between the two points, you have to be wearing the 'necklace'. The main people that piggy backed was Mindez and myself. It was super tiring okay. Our goal to meet was 10 minutes, and pwned. First try was 7 minutes. Second try, which was way more difficult to do, was succeeded in 8 minutes+. We were so happy that we were able to complete it in time. :D Then we had to solve a mystery, but we left it for last. Then we saw Faith2-3 doing some skipping rope thingy. So I asked Nelson where they found the clue. He told me, surprisingly, LOL. K then we had a road block, so we had to do jumping jacks. Georgina, didn't know how to do it. Then so on and so forth, we went to discuss the puzzles, did other games (which I'm lazy to say) and finally, Performance night. It was super last minute,we had only a rough idea of what to do. I thought that it'd be a failed performance. Then I thought I could stand up and prolly give some ideas and what to do with the skit. In the end, I ended up directing the whole time which was really not easy. I lost my voice because I kept on shouting. During dinner, I still had to give briefings because most of them weren't paying attention during rehearsals. Kirti and co were looking at me and yes, I started to get a little stress. THANK YOU YOU. So the skit when super well. Everybody laughed because the skit was meant to be a comedy. I was seriously super happy :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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/8060078590294134677-4648601103982693509?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4648601103982693509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-it-feels-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4648601103982693509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4648601103982693509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-it-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7633233819871209502</id><published>2010-12-21T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:08:56.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I know who's true and who's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please laa. You said you reflected. You think I believe you. And wtshit went wrong man. Anyway you were lying, so what. I'm supposed to believe in your lies is it. Why did you ask for an apology? Just because I said "Whatever." is it? And I would like to know what went wrong either, thanks. Ask me to think, think about what. Yeah laa think about how suckish my life is right. -.- Your life's way better than mine so just keep quiet. Since when did you talk this way. I don't know you. If you were thinking I was talking about them, you're freaking wrong okay. Don't assume things. So now, you accused me. So now, I've got every right to be pissed okay. So much for a clique, thanks aye. What makes you think I was talking about you guys. What makes you think that I was even referring to anybody, huh? Seriously laa, don't assume things okay. Even if I was talking about you, I wouldn't be a two-faced asshole and say I'm not talking about you. Yeah, yeah, I made everything worse. Everything's my fault. Where the heck have you gone to man. I can't believe I've got to write this post man. The truth is, I wasn't referring to anybody, up to you to believe. I wouldn't be such a low-lifed person. This post was seriously forced by you. What's wrong man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't accuse me for what I did not do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/edits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want things to end this way either. I don't like things to be this way either. I'm not trying to make things worse. I'm just trying to find out what's wrong, when I didn't do anything wrong, for as far as I know. Even if I did, you could have told me. Even if I did, you could have told me what my mistake was. Things aren't going the way we want it to. You know it, I know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7633233819871209502?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7633233819871209502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-i-know-whos-true-and-whos-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7633233819871209502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7633233819871209502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-i-know-whos-true-and-whos-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-8195008135165073982</id><published>2010-12-18T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:09:10.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;K I'm damn sorry. I've not been blogging regularly. Don't ask me, but I myself don't know where my blogging mood has gone to. To be honest, I've never thought about blogging at all :x Anyway. Yeahh, during these days that I didn't blog, quite some things happened, no bad things laa, fun things, yay. Went to friend's house, Universal Studios, played fish game (YAY.) etc. Hm. Now I still don't feel like blogging. So I'm just going to try to drag this as far as possible. HAHA. Lalala. What should I do sia. Holidays are ending damn quickly. During November I was dying for school to reopen. But now, nooooooooo. I don't want! I just started relaxing and enjoying my damn holidays so you jolly well extend it. Hai. Idk laa. This holiday damn sad life can. Didn't even go to Malaysia, &amp;amp;^%$&amp;amp;*^($! Suck max ): At least bring me to Genting for crying out loud. Hai. Let's just wait till March. Going to Korea, I hope :D K. Long enough or not. I'm still very lazy sia. Oh oh oh, I went to the Revenge of the Mummy like 7-9 times at Universal Studios. So zai right. And we got stuck in the rapid ride -'- But they gave us complementary express pass. Hah. So I guess it was okay laa. K I'm done kthxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-8195008135165073982?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8195008135165073982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-only-k-im-damn-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8195008135165073982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8195008135165073982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-only-k-im-damn-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-1755864429382416711</id><published>2010-12-08T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:50:00.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't cry because it's gone, smile because it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shouldn't carry on like this anymore. I appreciate what my friends do for me. There's no words that can explain how much I want to thank them. Things happen for reasons. I should just accept that fact and move on with life. Perhaps, this is just one of the darkest moments in my life. There's more to come. I've got to be strong, and learn how to face the music. Crying doesn't help, maybe it'll just let you feel better. I really don't know what to do tomorrow during Drama. I really don't know how to face the people there. What should I do? Feel ashamed about myself, or pretend that nothing ever happened? I really appreciate everything you guys did for me. But I really have no idea where the old me has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If doing extreme things makes everyone and myself happier, I'll do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-1755864429382416711?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1755864429382416711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-cry-because-its-gone-smile-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1755864429382416711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1755864429382416711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-cry-because-its-gone-smile-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-5350550032899767225</id><published>2010-12-08T01:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T02:02:59.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't choose who I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take things personally.&lt;br /&gt;I cry in front of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Feel so lousy about myself because of certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like who I am right now, and I really mean it. I'm crying almost everyday. I'm taking things too personally. I have a heart that's made of glass. I have feelings which are totally sensitive about basically everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, it's not like I want it. I cannot choose who I want to be. If I could, I'd definitely be a much happier person. I don't like whom I am either. What can I do? Nothing's going to change my character, I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing I can control. The way I take words. I don't have to take it personally. I could turn a deaf ear. But no, I didn't. I just had to show how weak I was. I was already tearing when the words entered my ears. How can I change? Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the current me. Really. I need my friends. The way you guys all treated me today. I cried because I was sad, I cried because I was touched. When you guys saw me step into school, I loved the way you all reacted. You guys walked up to me, and just hugged me. I know you guys saw me cry too many times. I didn't even get this upset when I broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you:&lt;br /&gt;Adeline, Angela, Dayna, Dodges, Eunice, Fong Xin, Jiawei, Johanna, Nicole, Ronnie, Weiliang. And Kaijie. Thank you for being by my side whenever I need you guys. I just can't thank you enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaijie:&lt;br /&gt;I know you may not see this, but I'm still writing it, it's the thought that counts. Anyway, I know we had our misunderstandings with each other. I know there was this little while when we hated each other. But, it isn't there anymore, I promise. Today, when you walked up to me and grabbed my shoulders, and told me that it was alright, I really was ashamed, I didn't dare to look at you. I just want to say, thank you and sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to carry on with these stuff. Enough is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-5350550032899767225?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5350550032899767225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-like-it-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5350550032899767225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5350550032899767225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-like-it-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-6271316159900629850</id><published>2010-12-07T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:34:59.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;don't need you&lt;/strong&gt; by my side, I can take this with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. People still think that I'm feeling emo and down, when in fact, I'm not (: I post emo shits on Facebook and Twitter, but I don't really mean it. Well actually I do. But I don't say things like "I love you" anymore. I say things more like "I don't miss you." And I really don't mean to be sacarstic whatsoever, I really mean it. Well, anyway, I've forgotten you and that's for sure. All I need right now is friends my side, and Shyan Kang to come back from Korea! Or maybe he died in the war or something o.o Hahahah, just kidding. Didn't know for what reason, I suddenly had this temptation to blog. Sorry for not being a good blogger these few days/weeks okay. Really had no mood. Hoping to find it back. There's drama tomorrow from 9-4 again. I'm looking forward, maybe except for dance. I don't like the dance, it's boring like ttm. Anyway, hopefully tomorrow won't be as boring as previous lessons. Eunice sprained her ankle yesterday. Get well soon okay! (: Had a fun chat with Adeline and herself just now. So much literal laughter, haha. I need Funshion like really really need it. Unfortunately, my mother's laptop doesn't have it and she doesn't allow me to download it because she's afraid it might contract virus. Oh, never mind. I tweeted over a hundred tweets today. Cool right. I was like addicted for that moment, and still am :D Heh. Chatting with Jiawei on MSN now. And it's still early. Not tired yet. This morning's sleep was rudely interrupted by my mother. Whatever. Anyway, this is kinda a long post? Enjoy. I won't be replying tags this time round! Hahah, trying not to be too lazy anymore. Kthxbai! :D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you like seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-6271316159900629850?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6271316159900629850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-need-you-by-my-side-i-can-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6271316159900629850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6271316159900629850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-need-you-by-my-side-i-can-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7109608542604376444</id><published>2010-12-05T00:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:07:45.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget me, Forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see any reason I should continue being upset, being depressed. It isn't worth it, it's in fact kinda stupid. Nothing came out from that relationship. Singlehood's still the best though (y) I tweet about emo posts, but seriously none of them had a meaning in it. (I just wanted to tweet more but I just couldn't think about anything I could tweet.) Anyway, yeah. I've gotten over it. I need my friends, I don't need you. I'm happy without you, I'm happy with you too. But this is the best for both of us, I know it. I loved you, but not anymore. I appreciate your love for me. I won't think about you anymore. I won't get sad nor depressed anymore. You're just an awesome friend to me. Thankyou for the past (: I love you, as a friend. "Because there's always a rainbow after every storm."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7109608542604376444?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7109608542604376444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/forget-me-forget-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7109608542604376444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7109608542604376444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/forget-me-forget-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-2483090997268286566</id><published>2010-12-03T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T07:25:16.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Day 2 without you. The feeling's honestly not unbearable. I guessed I cheered up a lot. I hope my mind doesn't run wild during this weekend without Drama. Thanks a lot to my Drama friends who cheered me up! Love you all, heehee. Friends are the real ones we can't live without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-2483090997268286566?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2483090997268286566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2483090997268286566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2483090997268286566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-3633706868801229694</id><published>2010-11-30T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:59:03.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I swear I hate this shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545612679144551106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TPX5WYpQMsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OIvmo1p4m3g/s320/Why.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why. -Secondhand Serenade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buttons on my phone are worn thin&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I knew the chaos I was getting in.&lt;br /&gt;But I've broken all my promises to you&lt;br /&gt;I've broken all my promises to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrasing that's a single tear,&lt;br /&gt;Is harder than I ever feared&lt;br /&gt;And you were left feeling so alone.&lt;br /&gt;Because these days aren't easy&lt;br /&gt;Like they have been once before&lt;br /&gt;These days aren't easy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;To me, to me, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known this wasn't real&lt;br /&gt;And fought it off and fought to feel&lt;br /&gt;What matters most? Everything&lt;br /&gt;That you feel while listening to every word that I sing.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will bring you home&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this so easily?&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to smile because&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;To me, to me, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 141010, 6.11, I thought I won. I thought that I had won your heart. I thought that I could stop wondering if I might lose to the other guys. Yeah, I jumped for joy. I told my close friends the news. They were all happy for me. But, after 48 days, they wonder, I wonder. "How long can they/we last?" "Are they/we really acting like a couple?" Because you'd always ignore the questions they/I ask you, the ones that regards relationships. But why do you always reply to other questions. Say I'm sensitive, whatever, but I'm not the only one saying this. Even our friends, themselves, realize it.&lt;br /&gt;I tweeted on Twitter, and said: "You don't like to be mushy, but do you text me so little? ): Are you seriously in love w me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt; said: "well she is. but just she is not that mushy type la. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; expect like 'i love you baby' or anything like that la."&lt;br /&gt;Really? Can I only have such limited things to expect? I don't want to. I want to be the guy that you point to in school, and say, "That guy's my boyfriend." I want you to feel proud about it.&lt;br /&gt;You once said that: "People know me because of him." You honestly didn't sound happy, and that sentence stabbed me in the heart. You don't seem happy that people know that you're mine. You said that because you wanted to be a Student Councillor. Now that you are one, why are you still acting the same way? I don't know. Have I really won?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-3633706868801229694?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3633706868801229694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-swear-i-hate-this-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3633706868801229694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3633706868801229694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-swear-i-hate-this-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TPX5WYpQMsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OIvmo1p4m3g/s72-c/Why.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-7940450479444610769</id><published>2010-11-26T04:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T04:33:23.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It wasn't intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Sorry, I've not been a good blogger these days. I feel like closing down my blog, I'm feeling too lazy. Should I? Anyway, I've been having Drama for the past 3 days. 21 hours in total okay! There's 14 more hours on Monday and Tuesday, help me. I know right, crazy. Tired everyday, that's why I've not been blogging regularly. Hmm, babygirl's at camp, sad right! Coincidentally saw her at Macs. Fate, HAHAHA. The person at the cashier was Jiahui's brother. O.o Hahaha, he seemed nice. Okay, I don't have anything to blog about as Drama is confidential. So, kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7940450479444610769?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7940450479444610769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-wasnt-intentional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7940450479444610769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7940450479444610769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-wasnt-intentional.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-3774641324684456220</id><published>2010-11-21T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:35:39.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tell me it's not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's happening? What's happening to you? What's happening to me? What's happening to us? I don't know. What would be the best for us? A break up? I don't know also. My mind says "Yes", but my heart says "No". Because, I still love you. I won't say forever, because all of us know clearly that it wouldn't happen. But, for now, I really do. I really don't care if I'm being sensitive already, because I don't freaking care. I get sensitive because I love you. People say you don't love me, but I'd rather not now the truth, I'm not brave enough to face the fact. Maybe you're not seeing that I'm loving you, and that's what hurts the most. Please tell me you love me. I really feel like, I don't know. All I know is that I'm pulling a long face, and that really sucks. I keep thinking, although you're mine, your heart's not with me. Do you really love me? If it's a No, then it's alright, you don't have to say anything. But if it's a Yes, please tell me, I'll be more than happy to know. This feeling sucks, I don't want it to happen again. I'm sorry for loving you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-3774641324684456220?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3774641324684456220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/tell-me-its-not-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3774641324684456220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3774641324684456220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/tell-me-its-not-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-8264358205075300109</id><published>2010-11-20T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T08:04:01.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>171110, Serene's birthday. Fun. Kinda enjoyed it, more than I expected. Okay, I ain't going to blog about that, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, babygirl's in camp now. Student Councillor camp. She good laa, at camp. Sure fun one lor. And I'm stuck here. Hm, seems like someone becoming a SC also likes here ayee. Wonder who? Wahaha, LOL. Short post today I guess. I want to play my guitar hero already. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-8264358205075300109?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8264358205075300109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/171110-serenes-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8264358205075300109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8264358205075300109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/171110-serenes-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-3319288933893358336</id><published>2010-11-18T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T01:41:12.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Day 6- A stranger.&lt;/s&gt; I ain't doing it, it's lame.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7- Your ex girlfriend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My ex girlfriend. This is somehow, inappropriate to say? Okay, the longest lasted for 10 months. She's Jasmyn. If you read this, no offences! Laughs. When I was with her, she was petty, she was over-sensitive, she hated it when I talk to other girls, she got people to take note of me in secondary school. She often asks for break ups, she often started a fight, she often cried when there was no need to. When we started to stead on I think, May 28, I was super happy, because I liked her for a year and a half. Yeah, it lasted till February 2010. She got someone, someone from my class, not mentioning who, to check on me. At the very end of the day, this someone would tell her everything I did in school. I mean, there's no rule that says you can't talk to the opposite sex right? Yeah, so whatever, I listened, I tried to stop what she thinks is 'wrong'. But she kept thinking whatever I did, was wrong. I mean, so what if I talk to girls, right? As long as knew I loved her, it's alright, right? Yeah, I couldn't take it. I asked for a break up, because, I was super pissed, and I also lost feelings. So it ended, like this. There were points of time where I regretted, but not now (: I love my life now. I love her, I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-3319288933893358336?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3319288933893358336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-6-stranger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3319288933893358336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3319288933893358336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-6-stranger.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7663037107813011347</id><published>2010-11-16T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:13:35.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I still love you with all my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm, are we drifting apart? I thought Monday was an awesome day for us, except maybe for the fact that you left without saying bye. But that wasn't much of a big deal. But then, we somehow quarreled today. How? It's the first time we quarreled in a month. But you didn't say much, in fact, you didn't say anything. All you said was that ' You were tired of all these. ' Honestly, it's seriously because of that guy. The one I said that I didn't want to tell you about. Even _____ agrees with me. He's gone too far, I'm seriously unhappy. Say that I'm over-sensitive, I don't care. Anyway, I'm over-sensitive because I love you. I'm really getting jealous. That person still agrees with me, and in fact has given me some advices, which I didn't heed, because I seriously didn't have the guts to. But I hope, nothing bad would happen to this relationship. I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, before I end, I'd like to wish Serene happy birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Serene,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 13th birthday. You're now a big girl already okay. Don't keep whining like a little girl anymore, although you're still little and tiny :D It has been awesome to have known you for the past 3 years and counting. We were best friends since Primary 6. I still could remember how much we hated each other in Primary 5. Hahaha, good times (: Luckily, we're still in the same class next year. Study hard alright. Many of us loves you :D Including the one always by your side, Jonathan. I hope you have a blessed birthday. We will give you a memorable one tomorrow! We promise. I'm sorry, I'll owe you your birthday present. I'm sorry for being late to give you your present. I hope you accept my apology. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Your brother,&lt;br /&gt;Cameron. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7663037107813011347?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7663037107813011347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-still-love-you-with-all-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7663037107813011347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7663037107813011347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-still-love-you-with-all-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-8170088476611095846</id><published>2010-11-15T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:04:07.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Day 5; Your dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dreams? What kind of dreams? The kind that I wish it would come true, or the one I had last night? I go for the ones that I wish it would come true. Because I obviously do not remember the one I had last night. My dreams. I honestly just want to live a comfortable life with no worries and all. I won't dream things that wouldn't come true, because that's pure retarded. Like, I wish I could fly? Maybe that's for 5 year olds. I don't know. I love my life the way it is. Don't say FML, I've learned. FML, some people wants to live so badly they don't even get a chance to. Live life to the fullest. Yeah, okay, that's basically it. So, thanks and bye (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindez: mmmm are you sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Yes I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian.T: TAGGS ^^&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samCYH: hey you missed out the most impt part.... you love me lahs! &lt;br /&gt;Owner: Erm, you're kidding, right? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-8170088476611095846?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8170088476611095846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5-your-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8170088476611095846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8170088476611095846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5-your-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-918196815724597087</id><published>2010-11-14T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:47:34.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Day 4; Your siblings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's see. I have no siblings. But I've got two god-sisters. Awesome ones, but of course I'm more awesome. Yeah. One's 16 and the other 15. About the same age aye :D That's why we get along well. Awesome or awesome. Well, we're not very close as compared to my friends and I. Anyway, yeah. I don't know much to say about my siblings. Basically, we're all awesome but I'm the most awesome. Kthxbai. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: Samantha, god-sister, is not that I purposely write so short, it's really I don't know what to say! Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-918196815724597087?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/918196815724597087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-your-siblings-lets-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/918196815724597087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/918196815724597087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-your-siblings-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-1169805484820541472</id><published>2010-11-14T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:40:11.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tag replies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple: taggies:D&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry&lt;3: Tags n ur post abt ur parents r just damn damn sweet&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Hehehe, thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian.T: awwwwwww............. tags too^^&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: HI CAM . yeah . first time being to your blog ? cause i was bored and waiting for invincible youth ! yeah . ermm . ay . stop calling my cockeye *.* kk bb&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Hey Cockeye :D LOL. Hahaha. Whatever you were waiting for, it sucks :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Tagged and link!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Thanks for your tag, linked already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey ♥: hey cameron! TAGGG and pls link me&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Hahaha, thanks for your tag. I will link when i'm not lazy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, ♥ !YUFANG ;: Hey daddy , tags for you ! Happy 1st mth w you &amp;amp; mummy . hehehee .&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Hehehe, thankyou! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-1169805484820541472?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1169805484820541472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/tag-replies-apple-taggiesd-owner-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1169805484820541472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1169805484820541472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/tag-replies-apple-taggiesd-owner-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-6650568793315515548</id><published>2010-11-14T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T02:50:03.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One month, today, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So quickly, today is one month with Hoiluen and I. Fast or what? Awesome. Yay, you said your first I love you to me today(: Yeah, it's after one month, but so what? As long as you've said it, I'm happy. Weehee, I was jumping for joy when I saw your blog laa! Yayyyyy, :D Tomorrow I'm going to see you, alright man! I was so lucky I chose 15/11 as my CIP day, so did you! :D Okay, enough liao le, before someone claims that I'm mushy~ Hahahah, okayyy, bye! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, Hoiluen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-6650568793315515548?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6650568793315515548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-month-minutes-were-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6650568793315515548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6650568793315515548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-month-minutes-were-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-4205004026860720971</id><published>2010-11-12T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T04:02:21.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Day 3; Your parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Family. Okay, I guess most of you know that, my parents are divorced. I mean, nothing to hide about it. It's not like as if, I wanted it to be this way, or I'm the cause of their divorce. "When a married couple get separated, the most innocent ones, is always the child." It's very true, 100% agreed. I'm not sure what the reason was, but I guess it ain't good. It has definitely got something to do with my father. Anyway, it happened when I was 4, so it isn't much of an impact to me. So what, I'm leading a happy life right now. Good friends, good mother, everything is there. My mother, she's just a fighter. She's a woman, yet she can feed 6 mouths. No, I do not have 5 other siblings. I'm in fact the only child. 6 mouths, which includes the other people that stays in my family. She could afford to rent a condo in the past. She still can, but we decided not to as we wanted our own home. She bought a flat, 5 bedrooms. Awesome or what? I've got my own room, own computer, own bed, own television. I mean, what's more than I can expect? There's one thing though, my father's love. I know he loves me, perhaps I just can't feel it. Anyway, yeah. I love my family, I love my mother especially. This is basically about my parents (: I'm happy with this post. Although sometimes she might get angry with me, time would heal everything. I'm glad. I know I never said this in your face but, I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-4205004026860720971?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4205004026860720971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-parents-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4205004026860720971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4205004026860720971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-parents-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-3477483538180983007</id><published>2010-11-11T03:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T03:33:27.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get worried because I care, don't take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;To you know who you are:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, yeah. Continue holding on. I'll see how hurt you get. Honestly, I really hope that you'd get hurt now, so you'll learn your lesson. I'm a guy, I know how we think. I may be a guy, but what girls say is true alright! "There are thorns behind every guy's sweet talk." Believe it or not, it's up to you. I can't control you. If you want to hold on, then just hold on! You're just being stupid anyway. Wait till your heart really breaks, then you'll understand why I feel this way alright. I wouldn't care anymore. I'll just stand there, watch, and do nothing. You can take it as a joke, for all I care. Anyway, the truth will come to light, it's just a matter of time. You just don't get my good intentions, right? Sometimes, I don't know why I try. Besides, it has got absolutely nothing to do with me. So, what for? Oh, maybe it's because, I care? Perhaps you didn't know that. Well, now you do, or have you not? Forget it. Hold on for all I care. See how gets the final laugh, alright? It's up to you. Your life, you handle it. I wouldn't give a damn about you and relationship anymore. You take care. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-3477483538180983007?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3477483538180983007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-get-worried-because-i-care-dont-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3477483538180983007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3477483538180983007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-get-worried-because-i-care-dont-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-890413749524912427</id><published>2010-11-11T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T01:30:58.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Day 2; Your crush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538220828008952370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TNu2gBUksjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VsLxWdPdDps/s320/crush-293x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think i've got a crush. I don't know if it's counted as a crush. Hmm. If it's counted, then it's babygirl lor (: ! 141010, 6.11pm. The day and time we steaded. Awesome or what? Today is already 111110, how quick. 3 more days, one monthsary. Time passes by so quickly when i'm with you. The days spent with you were happy and awesome. During this time, we've never quarreled even once. I think we're just pros. I can't wait for our one month. I can't wait till i see you. I'm so excited. What should i get for you? My heart, so ours can join as one. Hahah, i don't know, we'll see. I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-890413749524912427?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/890413749524912427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-your-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/890413749524912427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/890413749524912427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-your-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TNu2gBUksjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VsLxWdPdDps/s72-c/crush-293x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-2086940405858254968</id><published>2010-11-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:38:22.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 1 - Your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Your crush.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Your parents.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Your sibling.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - A stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - Your favorite internet friend.&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - Someone you wish you could meet.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - Someone you don't talk to as much as you'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - A deceased person you wish you could talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - Someone you wish could forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - Someone you’ve drifted away from.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - The person you miss the most.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - Someone that’s not in your state/country.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - Someone from your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - The person that you wish you could be.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - The one that broke your heart the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - Someone you judged by their first impression.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - Someone you want to give a second chance to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - The last person you kissed.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - The person that gave you your favorite memory.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - The person you know that is going through the worst of times.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - The last person you made a pinky promise to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - The friendliest person you knew for only one day.&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - Someone that changed your life.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - Your reflection in the mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This seems fun :D So I shall try it, starting from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1; Your best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wow. Hmm, I wonder. I really have a lot of good, close friends always there for me. I should name them and give them a dedication, again :D It's going to be a short dedication, because there's a lot of people (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kirti Bhagwan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think this is the 3rd dedication letter i'm giving to you. You better be honoured! You stick by my side all the time :D You're always willing to be my listening ear. Thank you for everything! Love, Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Tan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You're my awesome BHB partner :D We compare basically everything, especially our eyes! :D Fine, I admit, your's is wayyy bigger -_- But who cares! Hahaha, you're always beside me and constantly telling me to cheerup, Tyvm! :D Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa Tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eh bitch! Effk you! Hahahaha, just kidding. But remember, true friends insult each other, but we never take it too heart. Don't be so vulgar anymore aye! Hahaha. We just got super close to each other recently, thanks for accompanying me and cheering me up when i'm down! Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Koh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey cockeye! :D Helloooo. I think you're my blurest best friend! Hahaha. But never mind, we love your cock eye. Anyway, I forgot how i knew you, but we got super close suddenly! That's a good thing aye :D Thank you for everything also. Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lim Jia Hui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oi Fishball eye. Hahaha, kidding kidding! Youuuu, I think one of my closest gal friend (: Good right! Hahaha. I better be your best guy friend, hehehe. Kidding. Don't so emo liao le horh! Emo not pretty liao le. Stay happy everyday okay! Next time we everyday go eat wanton mee together like today :D Awesome. Thank you for everything aye! Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda Hong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ah hong! Hello :D Got very close to you recently too! Still remember the times when you always pour other drinks into my coke during bowling. Hahahaha! Now you won't have any chance anymore, too bad :p Let's have lunch together almost everyday, woohoo. And stop asking me for money tyvm. Ask from your mother :p Okay, thank you for everything! Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guan Jia Mei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MUMMY ! D: THAT BOY STEAL MY CANDY LEHHH. GO SMACK HIS ASS. Hahaha, okay i'm being a little kid, but you're still my mother no matter what (: Hehehe. It's amazing how I get to know you when we're not even from the same school, and that we didn't even know each other since young or whatever. Hmm, awesome. Thanks for the many advices you have given me in the past! Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mindez Chua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hello hello. Thank you for trusting me so much! If you've got any problems, just come to me and tell me about it okay! I'll be more than happy to help. Thank you for telling me a lot of things, and i'm glad to be the first to know! I'm, honoured, hahaha. Thank you bro. Love, Cameron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serene Leong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey smalley! Hehehe, don't take it to heart aye. We've been goodfriends since Primary 6. Good times, good times. Hahaha, since then, our friendship never got loosen, in fact, it became tighter. Thank you for cheering me up and everything when i'm unhappy! Last long w Jonathan aye! Oh and happy four months! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Georgina Lai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hello daughter! :D I loved the times when we always got into trouble in the beginning of the year. Awesome or what? Ikr! Hehehe. But next year, nah. You better start focusing on your studies already okay! :D Work hard, play hard. Anyway, see you next year in Faith2-2 okay! We're still together as one, woohoo. Thank you for everything too! Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nelson Chia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey bro :D Although we always quarrel with each other over both small and big stuff, everything would still work out in the end. You would always give in. Thankyou (: I promise to go out with you whenever I can okay! If i really cannot then i'm sorry! ): Anyway, can't believe we were bestfriends because we were enemies in the beginning of the year. Anyway, thankyouforeverything! :D Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Li Wan Qi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey Qiqi! :D The way you run and quarrel with people is super funny okay. Hahaha, awesome. Let's go eat Seoul Garden together like every month :D promise ah! Holidays one day seriously must go and eat. YAY. Okayyy. Let's go to Hoiluen's house one day :D Hehehe. Okay, thank you for everything also! Love, Cameron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey Applee :D You are so so thick skin. But never mind, you're still my bestfriend, awesome. Everytime you're down, i'm the one there okay! So appreciate it, ROAR. Hahaha, kidding. You were there for me too. I know, we quarrel heck a lot, but we're still close. Hehe, ikr. You're my bestfriend since the beginning of the year, camp. I still remember how much I used to make fun of your name, good times! :D Anyway, thank you for everything okay! Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yap Wei Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hello Yappieeeeeee. Hmm, although we're not as close, but you're still my bestfriend. :D Finally, now you're not so timid as before anymore. That's a good thing, hehe. Eh, don't make Jiahui sad liao hor. She seriously loves you a lot okay. You better love her back or.... I don't know. Because i know that time wouldn't come, RIGHT?! Yeah it better not. Okay, thank you very much bro. Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, I guess that's it. There's still more, but these are the top 14 :D YAY. I love my friends. Okay, i'll continue day 2 tomorrow. Bye! :D &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/8060078590294134677-2086940405858254968?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2086940405858254968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2086940405858254968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2086940405858254968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7953311411413070843</id><published>2010-11-09T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:38:37.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Separate cliques.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537603729109024450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TNmFQIxr_sI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-_OUt6Ec9_Y/s320/EXTRA.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some times I feel left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello. It's 1.31am right now, and i'm not tired. Unlike yesterday, I slept like a log at this time. Hmm, what a pig xD Jokes. Yesterday, before I fell asleep, I cried. I really don't know why. Not really cry laa, but just teared a little. Then I started to think about the bad things that happened in my life, current and past. Hopefully such nights wouldn't happen again (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This afternoon, went out for 'lunch' with Amanda and Jiahui. Nelson, Weisong, Jiamei and Ian were there too. However, we were separate cliques. Jiahui, Amanda and I went together, and the rest went together. I don't know, but three of us started to get upset and pissed. We feel, if we are supposed to go out, aren't we supposed to stick as one? I don't know. We sat at a corner in the library, and they sat somewhere &lt;strong&gt;near&lt;/strong&gt; us, but not &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; us. Yeah, then we decided to go along just the 3 of us with Weisong tomorrow. Amanda said just now it's now only a maybe -.- So i've decided not to go even if they're going tomorrow. I ain't so free tyvm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life sucks without school. I miss school, I miss babygirl. I don't know, I want to go back. Holidays suck. They boring, hmmmph! &gt;:( Rotting in my room now with a grumbling stomach ): IWantToOrderMacsToEat, IAmHungry &gt;( Byebye!&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/8060078590294134677-7953311411413070843?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7953311411413070843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/separate-cliques.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7953311411413070843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7953311411413070843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/separate-cliques.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TNmFQIxr_sI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-_OUt6Ec9_Y/s72-c/EXTRA.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-1816136359660478516</id><published>2010-11-08T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T04:37:59.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537146629068855890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TNflhabmmlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6LsecbqUwH0/s320/best_friends_4_ever.gif" /&gt;These are what friends are for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Awesome day. Although there were times I got pissed, but it was fun overall (: TampinesM&gt;Century Square&gt;Burger King&gt;Tampines Mall&gt;Timezone&gt;Pizza Hut&gt;Parkway&gt;32 Degree Farenheit&gt;KOI!&gt;Home sweet home. Went to quite a lot of places today. Went out with Kirti, Cheryl, Vanessa &amp;amp; James. Perhaps one of the best outing this year. After so much bickering and shits, I'm tired. Anyway, I doubt I'd be going out this November anymore. I don't know. I might sneak to my grandmother's house and go out without telling my mother :D I know, I'm smart! Kidding :D Yeah, so Kirti and I met at opposite library and she was in a cab. We wanted to head to the bus-stop outside Cheers. And Ms. Kirti Bhagwan was too lazy to walk, and she wanted me to split cost, from where I boarded and departed. And what, it was merely a 20 seconds drive, and &lt;strong&gt;yes, she wanted to split cost&lt;/strong&gt;, gosh! $0.20 she also happy leh! Funnydie. So we reached there in 20 seconds approximately -_- and I &lt;s&gt;obviously didn't pay.&lt;/s&gt; paid a buck. Waited for Vanessa for around 2 minutes or so as she had to bring her grandmother to the polyclinic. Her father was super funny, purposely said that she couldn't go in front of us, hahaha. And she said "Guailan" in front of her dad. They speak like friends, jokes. Yeah, from there we headed to Tampines Mall. Funny ride there, Kirti was playing dumb, I'm not saying that she isn't, but ohwell :D Headed in the mall, and realized it was at Century Square and not Tampines Mall -.- So we walked there, and Kirti thought it was far but it was just right in front of her face, and she said she wanted to take a cab there again, -.- So we went to buy tickets for Child's Eye, again. ._. Second time watching it. Headed to Popeyes for food as we haven't eaten. Super awesome yet spicy sandwich. And I has no drinks with me then, how unlucky could I get. Anyway, after we finished eating, it was basically the movie time. But our drinks and food, headed into the theatre. When we went in, around 2 minutes of the show started already. We couldn't find our seats, so we basically sat at the correct row without choosing the numbers. Good thing that there weren't anybody. Watching it for the second time seems more scary, wow, ikr, laughs. It was super funny because James made some weird noises and the theatre was filled with screaming girls and laughing boys. The show ended quickly, then we left to Burger King for icecream (: Enjoyed it but queued for around 15 minutes -_- it was a waste of time on second thought ._. Jokes. Then went to the arcade. Hahahaha, then we headed to Tampines Mall. Walked to the arcade, but on the way I went into Zinc, Freshbox and looked at 77th street from outside. And I approximately went in for 1 minute per shop :D Then went to Timezone, like finally ^^ Played "Pump Pro 2" with a girl which I don't know, and she was laughing at Kirti for being retarded. They, (Kirti, Cheryl, Vanessa &amp;amp; James), seemed shocked to see me play, but whatever. Perspired like nobody's business. Max Tune before that, and another driving car after. Cheryl was super pissed off ttm. Then left for Pizza Hut! The weirdest thing happened there. We saw Hermosa and her sister, and I literally "Oooooh" when I saw her sister. Then, this Malay woman saw James and I being so pathetic, kept koping Cheryl's food. She told the waiter, and he walked towards us and said that she wanted to treat us to another student meal! I was thinking why, and thought that there's was something up to her sleeves. But no, there wasn't. We thank-ed her umpteen times. Had fun in Pizza Hut, and then left to parkway. Took MRT to Payalebar and many hilarious things happened, seriously. Laughed like mad and many people were staring. Took 155 to parkway, and realized that we took the wrong bus! James and Vanessa went to ask the bus driver, and he told us to alight. Cheryl's earpiece got stuck, and James, Vanessa and Kirti already alighted. The bus driver didn't know that we were one clique, so he just drived off! That was the most awesome part of the day \m/ Alighted the next bus-stop and ran like mad people. We took a taxi to Parkway since we had to no idea to go there. Kirti decided to cab home from that taxi, ._. ! Then when were like okay with it as she already wasn't in a very good mood. Walked to 32 degree farenheit for Snowflake! :D It was pretty awesome, but Chery's and Van's snowflake tasted like medicine ): It was awful. We didn't have enough of it, so we ordered one standard one to share, with double oreo. It was so fun as we were snatching for the snowflake :D ! Then, we went to KOI because I wanted to buy my awesome Pearl Milk Teaaaaa (: Waited for around 7 minutes then I got my awesome drink. My mother called me while I was waiting for my drink, asking me to go home. So I went home after buying my drink. It was indeed an awesome day for me, hehehe. I loved today, thankyouverymuch :D And till now, I think they are still slacking, without me, sad case! Wow, this is a damn long post. Enjoy aye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-1816136359660478516?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1816136359660478516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1816136359660478516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1816136359660478516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TNflhabmmlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6LsecbqUwH0/s72-c/best_friends_4_ever.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-1923015482187936180</id><published>2010-11-06T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:18:13.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imperfections make us perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536514759927771330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TNWm1yczsMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fIyVMmRvzvM/s320/nob-cover300.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everybody is special in their own ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nobody's perfect, face it. Everybody is unique, different in their own kind. That's what makes us special. I'm lazy, i'm fussy, yeah, i ain't perfect either. What can we do, definitely change for the better. I've once heard, 2 beautiful woman, competing for a beauty peagent title. They asked her a question, and she said, "There's nothing wrong with me, i'm perfect." She immediately got cut off, she lost the competition. I mean seriously, if you think you're perfect, it shows that you're already imperfect, because something has gone haywire in your head. Everybody has flaws. That's why, we don't have any reasons for hating somebody, although, i, myself, don't really like someone. But it's true, you can have millions of friends; but one of them is your enemey. It isn't possible either. Compromising, accomodating, listening, building relations with one another. That's how you get friends, being by their sides, listening to what they have to say. I'd really like to thank this one person, who has been there for me through thick and thin. She's none other than, Kirti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Kirti,&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to thank you for everything. It's so fast, we've known each other for almost  5 months. Yeah, it's 5 months. It's pretty amazing to be able to get so close to you within 5 months. Awesome, I know. It feels like, i've known you for years. We understand what's going through in our minds, how we're feeling. We never fail to give advices, listen to what we have to say to each other. Although, we quarrel at times, but we always work things out in the end. When I heard about the news, at first, I really did not know how to react. I was completely shocked. I was stunned. I did not know what to do, until 2 tears rolled down my eyes, and then burst out in tears. You, yourself, were touched. I want you to know, that you're really a true friend to me, and I hope I am too. You're awesome, so am I, :D ! If the bad news is really going to happen, then, we've just got to accept it. Let nature takes it's course, leave everything to fate. You're an awesome friend. It just feels like, we're meant to be best friends forever. Nothing is going to break our friendship, I promise. Thank you for everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Cameron.&lt;/em&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/8060078590294134677-1923015482187936180?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1923015482187936180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/imperfections-make-us-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1923015482187936180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1923015482187936180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/imperfections-make-us-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TNWm1yczsMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fIyVMmRvzvM/s72-c/nob-cover300.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-5199197165665776513</id><published>2010-11-04T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T06:52:56.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway you want it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello :D Have not been blogging for some time, i'm here (: Awesome, tomorrow is Friday already (Y) Babygirl's coming back, whoots (: Nothing to do tomorrow :O Aww, boredie. Hmm, seriously nothing to do anymore. I want to go Taiwan! Fundie laa, but not going anywhere this holidays, unfortunately. Lalala, might be going to UniversalStudios, again, .___. , on either 8th or 9th November :D Third time i'm going already xD That damn ride better be open, awesome. Maybe or maybe not staying at the hotel :O Sigh, the holidays are so damn boring that i have absolutely no idea what to blog about &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eh wthell! There was more blog post and they deleted it! __ you. Go die laa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-5199197165665776513?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5199197165665776513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/anyway-you-want-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5199197165665776513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5199197165665776513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/anyway-you-want-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-319421442580558267</id><published>2010-11-01T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:47:59.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh, so today is only 1st November. Time is passing real slowly without you. Come back quick, alright? I miss you a hell lot already. You brightened my day today (: I asked you if you missed me, and you shockingly said yes. :D Well, you didn't say yes, but you said a bit. Oh whatever, you made me happy, fullstop "." Thanks okay babygirl. Loveyou. Hmm. I can't wait to see how you look like in your bangs! Definitely cute ttvm, hahaha, ^^ ! Kekeke. Cannot wait till Friday, when you come back! Don't say you want stay there longer horh, i want you to come back nowwww. :D I'm selfish, but for a reason okayyy, (: Anyway, got my iPad today :D Immediately downloaded TapTap, Coin Dozer and Riddim Ribbon. Whooots, awesome game sia, Riddim Ribbon. Just released on 271010. Oh! 12 more days to babygirl's and my one month :D I know that day will come. Ahhhh, quick quick come back! D: Have been sleeping late these few days. 3-5 xD Waa, this morning, i got so pissed. Damn that bloody construction upstairs my house -'- I was still in my bed, and i wanted to go upstairs with a golf club and hit his cock as hard as i could, if, it was a man :D If it was a woman, then whatever. Hahaha! I'm gender prejudiced &gt;: Aiyah, i'm a boy, &lt;s&gt;normal&lt;/s&gt; not normal okayy. Anyways, nothing else to blog. Okays, bye people :D Ilovedieyoubabygirl.&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/8060078590294134677-319421442580558267?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/319421442580558267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-you-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/319421442580558267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/319421442580558267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-you-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-277073844140518081</id><published>2010-10-28T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:25:17.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time for a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;School for 2010 zoomed past. Happy times, bad times, they were all there. Friends, quarrels, breakups, they were there too. But, it was them, that made me strong, that made me know what pain is, what heartbroken meant. Yeah, good times, bad times. This is life. Let's just say, 2010 school life was awesome, yet not so awesome; fun, yet not so fun; memorable, yet some things i just want to forget. I've been through so many things in GM. I loved every single bit of it. I've got no regrets coming into this school. I just, loved it. So many friends, that stood by my side, listened to every single thing that i had to rant. Yeah, they are true friends. However, there were conflicts among some of us too. Hopefully, everything would work out. Now that a year of school has past, it's time to settle down. Maybe i should really reflect. What has been wrong, what i should continue. Sit down and think for a moment, am i doing the right thing? Maybe i'm not, because, it doesn't seem like it. I did smile a lot, but many tears rolled down for stupid reasons, mostly because of friends. Sometimes i really think í'm silly, what for? Anyway, everything worked out in the end. It ended memorably, and we're still going to be as a whole, Faith2-2. I've got to kick some ass, learn my lesson. Words don't speak, action does. Give me a chance, and i'll prove it to you. 2010, no words can describe it.&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/8060078590294134677-277073844140518081?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/277073844140518081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-for-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/277073844140518081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/277073844140518081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-for-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7170867724601798558</id><published>2010-10-26T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T07:22:26.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532358140509511330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMbiasdPXqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-YuiAIQ5H2E/s320/MA3CAGPZVWXCARIT0ZSCAE0IC5ACAAY7KN4CA36JN26CAOW98H9CAPMP913CA0NNRTDCART3DY7CA4TEH3GCA5P1VVCCA7AS0BVCARRFJ1OCAVGUOTSCATZ6GSCCATBPV2YCADOC2QPCAMJ72YJCAMQMVZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just hurts so much, to see you in this state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What should i do? I don't know. Should i sacrifice? Should i, let go? I don't want to see you so hurt. I don't want you to feel unhappy about anything whatsoever. I know it's very difficult for you, i know. I know you want to be a student councillor. You don't want bad records. I love you, and seeing you happy is definitely the most important thing. But, i can't bear to let go. It's not enough! What should i do? Don't quit? Or just let go. I don't know. You say you never thought of breaking up, i appreciate it. But, for the betterment of yourself, should you? Or maybe when you're officially a student councillor, then we take it from there. What should you, or i, choose? I don't know. I got so worried for you. I fell sick. Slept and woke up perfectly fine. But the first thing that came into my mind was you. How were you feeling? What was going through your mind? I didn't know. I feel like a lousy boyfriend, seriously. Not being able to know how you feel. Sorry, that i'm a failure. But you still love me with all your heart, thanks. This road may be tough, but let's find a way out. Okay? That's all. Loveyou. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7170867724601798558?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7170867724601798558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7170867724601798558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7170867724601798558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMbiasdPXqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-YuiAIQ5H2E/s72-c/MA3CAGPZVWXCARIT0ZSCAE0IC5ACAAY7KN4CA36JN26CAOW98H9CAPMP913CA0NNRTDCART3DY7CA4TEH3GCA5P1VVCCA7AS0BVCARRFJ1OCAVGUOTSCATZ6GSCCATBPV2YCADOC2QPCAMJ72YJCAMQMVZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-713200730059174534</id><published>2010-10-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:30:10.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMWgncydhQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZvbrvATMXK8/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532004316897707266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMWgncydhQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZvbrvATMXK8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take my hand, and i'll walk with you, i promise okay? Loveyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11 beautiful days together. However, i honestly feel, nothing is coming out of it. I really want to hold your hand, i really want to hug you. I really want us to act like a couple. Yeah, i know, many things are limited. In school, teachers are around. Through text, impossible, because your mum reads them. Through phone, you don't like it. Hmm. I really want all of this to come true. Will you fufil my wish? I don't know. I really want to take the initiative and break the ice. But, but, i can't bring myself to. Now i know how hard it is. However, i know it's possible. I know you love me. Do you? Well, i do. Sometimes it's so hard to say what i want to. I don't dare to say it in front of you, it's shocking but i'm shy. Through text, it's basically impossible. How do i bring this up? Could you tell me? Because i really want to take the initiative. It isn't possible if you take the initiative right? I'm the guy. I should be taking the first step. I hope my wish comes true. I hope the ice would crack. Hey, i love you. Let's last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-713200730059174534?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/713200730059174534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/713200730059174534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/713200730059174534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/take-my-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMWgncydhQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZvbrvATMXK8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-416010416666247001</id><published>2010-10-25T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T06:41:54.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disgusting. HAHA, I'M NOT JEALOUS YOU IPHONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531978326333858242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMWI-mZKIcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4UdCHe-dQQo/s320/m888a-mini-iphone-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;DISGUSTING IPHONE 5. WITH STYLUS. EEEEEEEEE. I RATHER 4 (: AND I'M NOT JEALOUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-416010416666247001?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/416010416666247001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/disgusting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/416010416666247001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/416010416666247001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMWI-mZKIcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4UdCHe-dQQo/s72-c/m888a-mini-iphone-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-2333962964712750226</id><published>2010-10-24T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T02:07:29.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're jealous, just say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531536058224953266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMP2vNTDR7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0m0jAPVttP8/s320/tumblr_kw7harlhxf1qzvnh7o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You suck ttvm. /sigh. Why want to talk behind people's back when you can say it right in front of my face? I seriously pity you. If you're jealous, say it. Don't have to pray so hard for something to happen to us. Anyway, i seriously don't know what's wrong. Seriously make me think that you're.. Forget it laa -.- Tsk. Just, grow up seriously.&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/8060078590294134677-2333962964712750226?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2333962964712750226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-youre-jealous-just-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2333962964712750226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2333962964712750226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-youre-jealous-just-say-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMP2vNTDR7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0m0jAPVttP8/s72-c/tumblr_kw7harlhxf1qzvnh7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-5560114916134677502</id><published>2010-10-23T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:54:08.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me everything is alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531285341913876370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMMStmQaB5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/dqXiJpiuMOg/s320/everything_will_be_alright_multiples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will it be? I hope it would. I think i'm just thinking too much. Or maybe because you've never said I love you to me before. 1 week and 3 days, i want it to last forever. I hope i'm alright, I hope we're alright. Am I? Are we? I don't know. Why don't you be the one sitting by my side and say" Baby everything's alright. " I'll fly to cloud nine if that's the case. I love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-5560114916134677502?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5560114916134677502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-me-everything-is-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5560114916134677502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5560114916134677502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/tell-me-everything-is-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMMStmQaB5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/dqXiJpiuMOg/s72-c/everything_will_be_alright_multiples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-7641547788510955074</id><published>2010-10-23T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T03:54:42.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sunshine after Rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531191426880150946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMK9TBfgnaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ppi7jX02Xxk/s320/sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm glad i saw light, I'm glad i found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yes, it's all over. Yes, it's all over. I'm glad it's a sunshine after rain. I'm glad that doomsweek has come to an end. I'm glad, it's all over. Awesome, isn't it? I better play my ass off right now :D I'm going to be a happy boy boy ^^ hahaha. Holidays are coming, won't be able to see bbg that often anymore ): Sad case. Worse thing is, she's going to Malaysia for a week. Die seriously die ): No texting some more. Woah, i'm better off dead. But wait, i'm supposed to be a happy boy :D Might be going out with Amanda, Nelson and Jiahui and a few others this coming Thursday/Friday. Still not so sure yet. But one thing's for shure, i ain't watching Child's Eye 3D. I seriously cannot tahan -.- Come out, sumpa kena headache. I ain't going to watch. I rather go shop alone at Bugis or Iluma than to watch. HOHOHO. I wait for bbg come back then go watch w her non 3D one also can (: (: (: YAY. Urgh, i seriously want to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GLEE&lt;/span&gt; . Don't stop believing ! :D Hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yeahhh, despo seriously. Hmm. Gotten back English results. Not too bad, B3. 66/100. Oral pulled me up a lot. Highest in class (: 23/28. Awesome ttvm. Hahaha. Okay i'm done blogging :D BYEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7641547788510955074?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7641547788510955074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunshine-after-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7641547788510955074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7641547788510955074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunshine-after-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TMK9TBfgnaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ppi7jX02Xxk/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-7305460668325790097</id><published>2010-10-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:09:46.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Should I even bother?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TL3O2dDXGdI/AAAAAAAAADk/0EEFHdH5M7I/s1600/fail18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529803352387819986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TL3O2dDXGdI/AAAAAAAAADk/0EEFHdH5M7I/s320/fail18.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Why should I care about school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;School. What is school? School is only a place where i make friends. School is a place where I socialize. But, is school a place where I learn? Where I gain knowledge? I really don't know. My results, they are as good as bullshit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;What's the point of taking the exam? When all I did was getting a C? You're kidding me, right? What's the point of paying school fees? Might as well save this money on other stuff that are more worth it. 5C, 1B, 2A, 1F. Wtfreak? Yeah, I improved on my A, but they aren't A1. Home Econs, 73. Chinese, 74. Yeah yeah. My Chinese, fcuk off seriously. Knn, i'm expected to get 80 for SA2, or at least a 69 to get an A1 for total. And in the end, it came out as a 67. What is this? Seriously, i'm just wasting my time here. I go to school to see my friends and her, that's it, right? I don't see any use in studying. All i know is that i'm wasting my time. Perhaps studying isn't as important as i thought it was, but i really don't want to give up. What should i do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;English- B so far. (Oral yet to announced.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- A2- 74.&lt;br /&gt;Maths- C5- 58.&lt;br /&gt;Science- C5- 59.&lt;br /&gt;History- F9- 35.&lt;br /&gt;Geography- C6- 50.&lt;br /&gt;Literature- C5- 55 (Fcuk off seriously -'-)&lt;br /&gt;Home econs- A2- 73.&lt;br /&gt;Art- C6- 54. (Honestly, I fail i also will laugh -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah. So how is this good? My parents give so much, and yet they get this in return. I know, i'm studying for myself, not them. But it hurts so much to have seen the money gone to waste. Someone please tell me, what should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8060078590294134677-7305460668325790097?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7305460668325790097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/should-i-even-bother-why-should-i-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7305460668325790097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7305460668325790097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/should-i-even-bother-why-should-i-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TL3O2dDXGdI/AAAAAAAAADk/0EEFHdH5M7I/s72-c/fail18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-5526165696555526344</id><published>2010-10-17T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:13:04.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, i keep my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh hell yes. I hope this isn't real. Please tell me i thought right ): I'm keeping my fingers crossed for so many things. Results, her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just tell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;me what they say isn't true. So many things are going through my mind right now. Wild imaginations. Things that i wouldn't want it to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hell yes i'm scared. Knowing that i've already failed History, makes me worry more. Well, but i improved my History, so i guess it's alright. I hope and pray that my results good, and that i get top 100 for the end of year. I don't know. Term 3 was an awesome term for me, academic wise. I earned myself a teevee. It's currently sitting in my room, just got fixed up. I'm happy about it. Hopefully i earn a camera too? That'll just be awesome. Please, oh please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh gosh, not too quick please? It's only 181010 today. Rumours, don't come too fast. Please tell me you love me. Please tell me what they said isn't true. Even if it was, tell me you love me. You not loving me, would be the last thing i would ever want to hear. I really look forward to Friday. One week, please let it come true. I don't want another short term relationship. I see no meaning in it. I love you, i really do. I was so happy when you said yes. I want you to call me your bee forever. I love the hell of you and i really can't bear to lose you. Not now, not ever. I love you ttvm. Don't disappoint me, please. I don't want to lose you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-5526165696555526344?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5526165696555526344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-i-keep-my-fingers-crossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5526165696555526344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5526165696555526344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-i-keep-my-fingers-crossed.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-5081126152711921137</id><published>2010-10-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:13:41.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simply loved, *insert hearts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528289144029480850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TLhtr7WGh5I/AAAAAAAAADc/SofAm8x4BF8/s320/5328_248651010391_232641920391_8220972_6610163_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would say i love you more often.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello (: Today is a damn awesome day. Went to Cheryl's house together with Kirti, Vivian, James, Nelson, WeiJing, DarrenGoh, Chaoxian and Andrew, Fun ttvm. How i wish i could turn back the clock mancxz. Hmm, but i'm seriously lazy to blog about it. Maybe tomorrow? I'm seriously losing interest to blog :/ Hopefully i'll blog more often next time :D Results are on Monday, i'm freaking scared. :O I hope and pray i did well, which, i think i didn't? Oh well, whatever. Webcam-ing with Jiahui &amp;amp; Amanda now. They are like lesbo-ing with each other. x.x Looks like letting me watch porn, just not nude, hahaha! Okays enough. Hmm. Okays, nothing liao. Today was just awesome. Bye readers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cookies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1 day, 5 hours and 3 minutes together. Awesome. Time now is currently, 1112. Oh shucks, i missed 1111. Anyway, doesn't matter (: I have you by my side now. Although some things are restricted, but i hope this doesn't affect anything. I love you okay. Seems like you've yet to say it to me once, laughs. Oh well, it's alright. As long as i know it. :D Looking forward to monday. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-5081126152711921137?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5081126152711921137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5081126152711921137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5081126152711921137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TLhtr7WGh5I/AAAAAAAAADc/SofAm8x4BF8/s72-c/5328_248651010391_232641920391_8220972_6610163_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-3040422829282673513</id><published>2010-10-14T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T06:28:01.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I flew to cloud nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hey (: No pictures today. Sorraye. Apology accepted? Laughs~. Today, is just the best day of my life. Firstly, exams are over. How awesome can it get? :D Secondly, went out with Kirti, Cheryl, Vanessa, James, Andrew and Nelson. All but Kirti went to Cheryl's house. Tomorrow, heading there again, since we can't go to HoiLuen's house ): Was looking forward, but postponed, due to some personal matters! xD Hahaha, i won't say it here. Kekeke. Hopefully tomorrow's going to be a blast! I want to go HoiLuen's houseeee! Desperate, laughs. Finally, something damn awesome happened at 6.11p.m. today :D Not stating what it is, but i guess it'll be pretty obvious. 141010; 6.11pm, I love you. Awesomeness ttvm mancxz. Hahaha. Will blog more tomorrow, take pictures for sure. :D Love you all readers, and you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey hey hey! Thanks for giving me a chance alright! Nothing can express how happy i am feeling right now :D I shadn't say too much or else it would get pretty obvious, which i think it is :D Anyways, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-3040422829282673513?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3040422829282673513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-flew-to-cloud-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3040422829282673513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3040422829282673513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-flew-to-cloud-nine.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7528584979356145277</id><published>2010-10-13T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T03:35:49.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go on my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527476086810767714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TLWKNxLScWI/AAAAAAAAADM/K_MoFo5Z9C8/s320/prayer_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do i have to beg you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Although exams are 'over', fun doesn't seem like it's coming :/ Well planned outing turned out to be a disaster. People not wanting to go, sigh. I don't know laa. Looking forward to tomorrow, but nothing seems to be coming out of it. I hope we can go out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7528584979356145277?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7528584979356145277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/go-on-my-knees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7528584979356145277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7528584979356145277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/go-on-my-knees.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TLWKNxLScWI/AAAAAAAAADM/K_MoFo5Z9C8/s72-c/prayer_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-4704271293807516514</id><published>2010-10-12T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T09:51:41.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm bound to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527201649541712706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TLSQnarjC0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/L6McvCYBQVI/s320/hate_maths_so_much.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To my dearest shitbag math,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why did you have to be so difficult? Why did you have to make my black hair become white? Thanks to you, i had to wreck my brains. You're mean, no wonder many people hates you. Disgusting piece of subject! :p I am definitely not taking POA, i promise. But, i wouldn't want to take Science. You see laa -.- You suck ttvm, i hate the hell out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527202512275765826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TLSRZonX-kI/AAAAAAAAADE/sII28w9_oGk/s320/2100899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it normal to be jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really don't know. I don't want to say it out, but i'm really jealous. I don't know mancxz. I really want to win your heart. ): I hope what i've done for you paid off. I really love you, and i hope you will believe me.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love how much i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-4704271293807516514?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4704271293807516514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-bound-to-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4704271293807516514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4704271293807516514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-bound-to-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TLSQnarjC0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/L6McvCYBQVI/s72-c/hate_maths_so_much.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-3259277145898819164</id><published>2010-10-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:04:31.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because it's in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526061244239584514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TLCDbF30HQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KF7UJlwytss/s320/caps-lock-is-awesome-sml.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kekeke. Had a fun day w Kirti, Cheryl, Vanessa &amp;amp; Weijing. Library-ed, Mac-ed, Icecream-ed. Damn fun mancxz :D For the past two days in a row, we ate two ice cream cone EACH, in a row. Damn Awesome laa. Kekeke. Didn't study at all, only slacked. Awesome ttvm. Hahaha, i wish i can turn back the clock. Laughs~ If only she was there, more fun ^^ Lazy elaborate, byeeee.&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/8060078590294134677-3259277145898819164?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3259277145898819164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-its-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3259277145898819164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3259277145898819164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-its-in-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TLCDbF30HQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KF7UJlwytss/s72-c/caps-lock-is-awesome-sml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-5133845848248369554</id><published>2010-10-06T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:17:18.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525151599225333362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TK1IGyIB5nI/AAAAAAAAACs/k6jlZlbYcHU/s320/history-id.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I assure you, i hate the hell out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Waa asshole. I'm damn pissed off now alright. -.- I hate History, sucks ttvm. I don't want to learn History, it's a total waste of time to me. The damn History paper was so damn tough. At first, it wasn't. Laughs, but when Ms Ho saw it, she said it was too easy. Knn, so easy, you go do laa. You get full marks i be like those China people in the past, kneel in front of you. -.- Yeah, in the end, it ended up this difficult. Thanks a lot. I'm going to fail it for sure, unless a miracle happens. Ms Ho is awesome, but not for this case. I'm super upset right now alright. Well, i can't blame her for this, i should have studied hard in the first place anyway. Never mind, don't dwell on it anymore. Focus on my other papers and study hard for it. Geograhy, Maths, Literature, Science, Home econs and Art left. I'm scared for Geography and Science. I'm staying up tonight, study like some mad dog for my Geography. I can't bear to fail it anymore. I failed CA1, CA2, SA1. I'm dead. I've got to score an A1 for Geography tomorrow. Wish me luck. I love you, my snorty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-5133845848248369554?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5133845848248369554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5133845848248369554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5133845848248369554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TK1IGyIB5nI/AAAAAAAAACs/k6jlZlbYcHU/s72-c/history-id.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-8584179892259414770</id><published>2010-10-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:26:31.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A wish upon a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524565980365401026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKszfR3jK8I/AAAAAAAAACc/AwunFRQx62Y/s320/ipad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ipad! :D You're already mine, in December. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524565963982775858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKszeU1oJjI/AAAAAAAAACU/sok0b5axdyY/s320/eos-40d-front-view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Canon Camera, i must have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524565928938512338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKszcSSbH9I/AAAAAAAAACM/vTRbYQo4_kI/s320/iphone-2009-concept.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Iphone 4! Christmas faster come please~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524566001627282482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKszghExvDI/AAAAAAAAACk/q3L6NH2bjz8/s320/macbook.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;MacBook, i hope and pray you're mine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come to realize, i'm getting many things for Christmas. It's all listed up there, but maybe not MacBook. I need a laptop badly. Kekeke, Iphone 4 and Ipad is already in my hands, but only in December. Canon Camera, i need you badly ): I think i can get it, but i need to do well for EOY. Hmm, past papers are soso, hopefully the standards of other paper would be as difficult or maybe easier. Hope and pray :D I love Apple products. HEEHEE. My life ain't that fcuked up, i guess? Kekeke. I love you k. Byeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-8584179892259414770?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8584179892259414770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/wish-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8584179892259414770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8584179892259414770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/wish-upon-star.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKszfR3jK8I/AAAAAAAAACc/AwunFRQx62Y/s72-c/ipad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-8608935565339265872</id><published>2010-10-05T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:03:45.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Yellow Strawheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524546594355425794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKsh23WmMgI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZgV8Y441nvI/s320/strawheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I love you, and the yellow strawheart you gave me. I was on cloud nine. I'm so happy. I love you, and forever will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-8608935565339265872?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8608935565339265872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/yellow-strawheart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8608935565339265872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8608935565339265872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/yellow-strawheart.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKsh23WmMgI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZgV8Y441nvI/s72-c/strawheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-5545224621490055711</id><published>2010-10-04T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T05:27:53.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope History wouldn't repeat itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524165365561040050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKnHIbbIHLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Zdyp5J0VvkI/s320/CAT4FCHTCAFXJ5DVCAURI32NCA8STYRJCABHOC9ICA4PS2DHCAH9B9M5CA2I82ROCAZ0J1LCCAX5AKWMCAK19S0CCAKIETA4CANGY4UICA1FL8AMCAKM6XF6CANPG8SRCANXQUK1CALLACY7CAZDHI3V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What if it happens again? ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am scared. I am shaking in fear. I am in an emo mood. I don't know why, but i'm afraid of losing. What can overcome this fear? I don't want history to repeat itself. I don't want things to go the way like it used to. What if it does? What if i get rejected? How? I don't know. I don't want to face that sort of reality once again. I'm afraid. I really like you, and i hope you believe me. The first 5 strawhearts i made, were all given to you. I hope you like it, although it's very screwed. I don't want to lose. Most importantly, i don't want to lose you. If things happen this way once again, i'm better off dead. I don't know but, i'm having temptations to cut myself right now, but i know i shouldn't. Forget it, it's predestined. My life is fated to be f***ed. -.- Life sucks anyway. Yeah, i've got to face the facts, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have a miserable life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-5545224621490055711?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5545224621490055711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hope-history-wouldnt-repeat-itself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5545224621490055711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5545224621490055711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hope-history-wouldnt-repeat-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKnHIbbIHLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Zdyp5J0VvkI/s72-c/CAT4FCHTCAFXJ5DVCAURI32NCA8STYRJCABHOC9ICA4PS2DHCAH9B9M5CA2I82ROCAZ0J1LCCAX5AKWMCAK19S0CCAKIETA4CANGY4UICA1FL8AMCAKM6XF6CANPG8SRCANXQUK1CALLACY7CAZDHI3V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-6125881822701990749</id><published>2010-10-03T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:26:57.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You and I should be together as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523840259073330898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKifcvYRTtI/AAAAAAAAABs/BFsEO5SMVlA/s320/CAVJKGMKCAEKKIX4CAG5EYIICACWYBJDCAS65YYVCAB9J28JCANRLQUDCARSAFSTCAC0V4XWCAM30F40CA78YFBYCAFPDNTUCANJ6DX1CA6Q893OCAYP71NCCA367VILCATMOBWUCA15Z8ZYCA6U0M0O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It isn't cookies that i love, but it's you. You're cookies :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEEHEE. Hello :D I am so in love now laa. Not that i am attached but, it feels like it :D Good enough, good enough. Hopefully we can take this relationship one step further? Would you give me a chance? I hope you will. I love you. Muacks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-6125881822701990749?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6125881822701990749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-and-i-should-be-together-as-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6125881822701990749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6125881822701990749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-and-i-should-be-together-as-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKifcvYRTtI/AAAAAAAAABs/BFsEO5SMVlA/s72-c/CAVJKGMKCAEKKIX4CAG5EYIICACWYBJDCAS65YYVCAB9J28JCANRLQUDCARSAFSTCAC0V4XWCAM30F40CA78YFBYCAFPDNTUCANJ6DX1CA6Q893OCAYP71NCCA367VILCATMOBWUCA15Z8ZYCA6U0M0O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-5852797671561377200</id><published>2010-10-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:31:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love how much i love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you! :D I want to win your heart, love you like never before. You make me smile, you make my heart smile. I want to be with you, and that's that. You're damn awesome, you're so pretty. :D I love you a million, i'll prove it to you. Muacks~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-5852797671561377200?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5852797671561377200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-how-much-i-love-you-i-love-you-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5852797671561377200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5852797671561377200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-how-much-i-love-you-i-love-you-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7647363291242586067</id><published>2010-10-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T06:56:36.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's over already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523074471740382450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKXm-DQdHPI/AAAAAAAAABk/_b4X0Hh5YwM/s320/Iphone-3Gs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a gone case, for Nelson &amp;amp; I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523074064164681474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKXmmU61dwI/AAAAAAAAABc/CDYEo_9dmlQ/s320/Slackers_Logo2_HR_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the word to describe us. Nelson, Jiahui, Weisong, Hoi Luen, Wanqi, Ian &amp;amp; myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello. :) Today's an awesome day. Well, maybe except for the Chinese paper 2. ): I think i'm going to score like 45-50/70? Sigh, i don't know. I just hope i'm able to still get an A1 for Chinese. After exam, headed to Hoi Luen's house to do "Project", in a way, HEEHEE ^^ Yeah. Her house is super classy ttvm. It's so high tech laa. Many things are black, maybe except for her room. Purple, PINK! Laughs~ Slacked for i guess a few hours, 2-3 perhaps? Yeah, and the project merely took only 20 minutes. Something bad happened though. While we were slacking at the swimming pool, Jiahui pushed Nelson down into the swimming pool. They both didn't realize that Nelson's phone was in his pocket. Nelson, he thought there was nothing inside his pockets, hence he jumped into the pool once again. To realize, when he got up, his phone was inside. He got a hell shock. His phone died. Water was literally dripping out from the phone once we shook it. Blowed dry it, no avail. We blew dry it for nearly an hour. Still to no avail. Gave up, Explosive Cookies, Hoi Luen, lent him a spare phone for a week. I think it's a gone case, hopefully not. ): Same case for me. However, i guess my case is batter? Because mine is still able to operate, it's just that the light's dim and there's no more vibration. Anyway, let's not talk about this further. Jiahui, don't blame yourself anymore alright? You didn't had the intention to do it, it was an accident. Anyway, we slacked a lot. And, i realized, we were open to each other. Yes, in a sick way, laughs~. But why not? We are best of friends :D But not physically, so don't go so far. Just like, the way we talk. After exams, we are definitely going there again, and we are going to SWIM :D The swiming pool is so damn nice alright ^^. And coincidentally, my dad's friend stays there too. I've been there. The swimming pool is small, but it's definitely fun to be in :D Jiahui emo-ed for a moment, and Weisong was there to cheer her up! SO SWEET :D He's more daring already wor :) The presents he gave were totally awesome. Laughs, did with him while Jiahui was in Higher Mother Tongue. Couldn't reach Nabilah, so we did the project on our own, completed~ YAY (Y) Hmm, i love today. I want to rewind time, and cancel out the exams part. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH OH BY THE WAY, I LOVE TO GO TO THE TOILET DURING EXAMS BECAUSE THE TEACHERS HAVE TO FOLLOW ME THERE, WHICH MAKES ME FEEL SO IMPORTANT! HEHEHE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8060078590294134677-7647363291242586067?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7647363291242586067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-over-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7647363291242586067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7647363291242586067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-over-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKXm-DQdHPI/AAAAAAAAABk/_b4X0Hh5YwM/s72-c/Iphone-3Gs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-5813697703267218084</id><published>2010-09-30T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T03:11:11.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522646536434914946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKRhw8A-loI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wYUEv9QR5F8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate Geography. Geography sucks. Geography can just go and die. Geography should not exist. I must score well for Geography even though Geography sucks ttvm. Did Geography and i got all the darn Geography questions wrong. Screw you Geography. Because i suck at you, i have to study you. -.- Screw you, you screw my life, Geography. I hate you, zzz!&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/8060078590294134677-5813697703267218084?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5813697703267218084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5813697703267218084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5813697703267218084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/ill-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKRhw8A-loI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wYUEv9QR5F8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-5700819137505446790</id><published>2010-09-29T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:25:05.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything you said, was just a mere lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522355431809832802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKNZAax5V2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/fHnDy0CwNew/s320/You%27re%2520A%2520Liar.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You ain't familiar. You changed, you lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hey (: I am bored. And i am sniffing like mad &gt;:( That's a real bad thing right now because, tomorrow is the first EOY paper. To be honest, i'm kinda nervous. I really don't know if i am going to do well. Seeing what i had gotten for Geography, it really drowned me. 41/100? What the. The first Elearning screwed it. -.- Shit it mancxz. I better buck up for Geography, and my other results! I ain't letting history repeat itself. The history sucks alright -.- FML right now mancxz. I better get top 15 in class. I've got to put a fullstop to this nonsense. Maybe Jiahui was right. Having lesser friends is better? Lesser distractions, i guess. But who am i supposed to look up to if i am having troubles? Whatever. Nicholas, you're seriously going overboard you ass. I hate you. I hope and pray you leave GM and never come back. You suck, i promise you that. Don't act like an angel in front of the teachers when you're just a pure dog. -.- You suck ttvm. FML!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-5700819137505446790?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5700819137505446790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/everything-you-said-was-just-mere-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5700819137505446790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5700819137505446790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/everything-you-said-was-just-mere-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TKNZAax5V2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/fHnDy0CwNew/s72-c/You%27re%2520A%2520Liar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-4052902765217089327</id><published>2010-09-26T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T05:44:14.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're awesome just the way you are, loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521200665565691426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TJ8-wLSxfiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/va4mogRlcrQ/s320/awesome_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heyyos :D Today was kinda boring :/ Did nothing much. Yeah. So i came here for a short post. Went to aunty's house&gt;Homed&gt;Studied&gt;Blog. :D That's basically what i did today :O Exams are around the corner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; worried shit, to be honest. ): I hope i do well, i better do well! Term 3 has been awesome for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;academically&lt;/span&gt;. For private life wise, not that great i guess. Hahaha, but what's over is over :D HEEHEE. Going back to school tomorrow, looking forward ^^. Except for Ms. Yap, i tell you, she &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCKS TTVM. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Talk about her i pissed off liao. So never mind, byeeee ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-4052902765217089327?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4052902765217089327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-awesome-just-way-you-are-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4052902765217089327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4052902765217089327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-awesome-just-way-you-are-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TJ8-wLSxfiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/va4mogRlcrQ/s72-c/awesome_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-229227492507567747</id><published>2010-09-24T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T07:30:41.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m dying inside, to hold you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520485037556328274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TJyz5JNnZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x6FGYB0QXNc/s320/48443-i-will-miss-you-now-and.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you a hell lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Hello hello :D I think i'm addicted to blogging. It's been long since i have blogged two days back to back, unusual, so appreciate it ^^. HEEHEE. Oral made me very nervous ttvm, &gt;: . At first i felt as though nothing was happening, i still could laugh like nobody's business. But when i was walking up to the teacher, i stunned! I got super worried. &amp;amp; i was very afraid that i'd screw up my reading. Stumbled a little, i guess it's ohkayz as the passage was quite long. It's very small and i had to strain my eyes to look at the words -.- , stupid. Anyway, English Conversation asked: "Do you have grandparents living with you?" That was totally a question i could score mancxz :D Was happy. However, Chinese Oral was just a total killer. ): Both questions and the passage were darn difficult! I screwed up 2 words, ): . Sad. Chinese Conversation asked: "Do you think it is important to have friends?" Holy mama, i answered a lot but stumbled even more. There was one time, that i paused for at least 5-7 seconds. I was super pissed with myself &gt;: . Was asked to sit at the back of the hall after my turn. Talked to Shawn Tan. Talked about Oral, Teachers. "Fcuk you!" "You say one more time!" "Fcuk you!" HILARIOUS, LAUGHS! :D yeah, played catching after that. Tiring mancxz. Sinyin took a hard time catching me, HAHAHA. Went home by car. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMMA GETTING IPHONE 4, WOOHOO :D HAPPY. I AM A HAPPY BOY ^^&lt;/span&gt; Okays, that's about it. Byeeeeee~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-229227492507567747?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/229227492507567747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-m-dying-inside-to-hold-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/229227492507567747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/229227492507567747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-m-dying-inside-to-hold-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TJyz5JNnZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x6FGYB0QXNc/s72-c/48443-i-will-miss-you-now-and.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-3675351421996776737</id><published>2010-09-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:09:44.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything's resolved, but something is coming up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520154690929812002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7iirKB-QAwU/TJuHccIT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b19fuLb5Z8Q/s320/tumblr_l7cmfmrlKP1qdo62to1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The blue papers shows how i feel inside. The yellow paper shows the front i put.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey yo people :D Finally, all friendship problem has been settled :D That's super good news, but another problem is coming again, love life. &gt;:( I desperate, but only for YOUR one and only beautiful love. You're just so amazing alright. I love you ttvm. You're awesome. I love you; I want you; I need you. Okays, enough is enough. No more emo posts, unless i'm really devastated. Maybe that's partly why there's not many people reading my blog :( I promise, no more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Received some results back this few days. Mostly are good, but i'm not really satisfied with it, unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Science: 19/30 (Deproved lots. &gt;:( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Geography: 14/15 (I think i'm mad :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;English Wordpower: 21/30 (Expected F9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speech: 21/28 ( -.- Suck it. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah, Science &amp;amp; Speech was lousy! Speech, yes it's A1, but i expect high A1 and not borderline ): I shall work hard and put in my best tomorrow's oral. I've not been studying much this few days. I don't have much motivation, unfortunately. In a day, the maximum i'll do is a test paper and maybe one or two topics of Science. I doubt that's enough, right? /sigh, i'll push myself hard tomorrow after oral, and rush home and do my revision. ^^ Oh right, i've signed up to be a Student Counsillor, believe it or not. I know i can't make it, but i really want to give it a shot. Most importantly, for the CCA points, and the WHITE COLLAR :D Those are the two main points. I hope i'll be even able to make it through the interview, if it's possible :D Okays, i think this post is long enough. Byeeeeeee~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8060078590294134677-3675351421996776737?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3675351421996776737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/everythings-resolved-but-something-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3675351421996776737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3675351421996776737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/everythings-resolved-but-something-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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/_7iirKB-QAwU/TJuHccIT4iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b19fuLb5Z8Q/s72-c/tumblr_l7cmfmrlKP1qdo62to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8060078590294134677.post-5929245148641356884</id><published>2010-09-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T07:31:14.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're amazing just the way you are,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey :D 170910 is awesomeeee :D It's damn fun mancxz. Went to Cheryl's house on that day :) Cheryl, Vanessa, DarrenSim, DarrenGoh, Chaoxian, James, WeiJing, SiTing, Vivian &amp;amp; Kirti went to her house :D They all swam, except for me, and WeiJing. It's damn fun! :D They swam and made a lot of noises, and many people complained, but we didn't give a damn ^^ We continued making noises, and i took pictures. I thought of a good thing, which is to take a picture of damn jumping into the water. It was awesome. Success! :D But halfway through, the girls went to change into their swimming costumes, and the boys took off their shirts. :O But i still didn't swim as at first, i wasn't even allowed to be there in the first place. Dhens, i received a text from my mother saying that i can be there :D Maybe because i was too happy, my phone dropped into the swimming pool -.- I was merely walking on the pavement, and i suddenly slipped, and my hand went into the water. And unfortunately, my phone was in my hand, damn it. From then, many things happened to my phone, and now it's officially not working. At first, there was no sound. But after a while, it worked. Then something kept popping out, damn irritating, ignored -.- Then my camera had some water vapour on it, and i could not take pictures == That's worse alright. So i couldn't do anything, tried to open it with screwdrivers, to no avail :/ So i gave up, just leave it. Started taking pictures :O Hahaha, it's really damn funny mancxz. :D Then the rest were playing with the Xbox. Shouting here and there but we just did our thing. Started to eat cup noodles after the 4 boxes of pizza we ate. Don't call us pigs, i warn you. We were hungry and there was a lot of us ohkayz! Hahaha. I ate Tom Yam, most ate Chicken. Yeah, funnn leh ^^ I definitley want more of this type of outing, i promise. We must have it after exams, alright? HAHAHA,. Say yes! Hmm, then we started to play Virus :D Fun max! Tiring though, but it's worth it ohkayz! ^^. Yeah, i forgot who started off being the catcher. OH RIGHT KIRTI. At first she needed to go get her phone which was in Cheryl's house. So we waited. Then someone suggested we hide first, so Kirti will understand that she's the catcher. So we went to hide. She took so long! The she said that she couldn't stay for much longer. But we still had some time, so we played for a while. Cheryl was the catcher because she was the last one to appear ^^. Ran and ran and ran, and i was the last one to get caught. Which meant that i had to be the catcher. Caught many people, as i had to. Then after my turn being the catcher, we stopped. Everybody was tired to the core. Kirti went home, so did i. I took the taxi with her, together with James. :D Free ride HOHO. Yeah so i went home. Fun day, love it to the max. ^^&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/8060078590294134677-5929245148641356884?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5929245148641356884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-amazing-just-way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5929245148641356884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5929245148641356884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-amazing-just-way-you-are.html' title='You&apos;re amazing just the way you are,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-6327165705988556082</id><published>2010-09-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:27:34.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Jesus name i pray, Amen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's just hope and pray that my mother would let me go to Cheryl's house tomorrow :D I did my homework ley, so i deserve right? Hahaha. If she don't allow i go correction tape everything i did. Kidding! Who'd be so stupid mancxz. Maybe Sean &amp;amp; Jiahui laa, bimbos maa :D Hehehe. History scored 74/100, sian. One mark also can't give me. I don't care, Ms Quek &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIE DIE&lt;/span&gt; must give me 0.5 more marks, so it's A1 ^^ YAY. Hahaha, let's hope and pray. That's why my title is, " In Jesus name i pray, Amen." Hahaha, awesomeeeee :D I love God. Let's hope he allows my mother to allow me to go, complicated. Hahaha, today rocked ohkayz ^^ I love today. Ohkayz, short post, byeeee.&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/8060078590294134677-6327165705988556082?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6327165705988556082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-jesus-name-i-pray-amen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6327165705988556082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6327165705988556082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-jesus-name-i-pray-amen.html' title='In Jesus name i pray, Amen.'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-2666958536238208871</id><published>2010-09-16T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:48:32.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate how much i love you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyya :) Feeling slightly better, but not that much though. Honestly, i hate myself a lot for loving you. I mean, why do i have to bring so much pain and misery to myself. It's not like i can control it, i can't. But i've got no regrets falling in love with you to be honest. You're just so great. ^^ But the way you talk to me makes me emo. I know you're frustrated over many things but, i don't see any reason why you should be treating me this way. I get upset over those small little things. But i'm fortunate enough to have all my awesome friends around me constantly cheering me up, especially Jiahui Jie. Although you always make fun of her and i, but i know you're just trying to make me smile. Thanks a million for being there for me :) I'll try to cheer up, i know it's difficult, but i'll try. I believe that everything is possible as long as you put your heart to it. Thanks all my friends, you're awesome :D &amp;amp; finally, i still love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-2666958536238208871?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2666958536238208871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-how-much-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2666958536238208871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2666958536238208871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-how-much-i-love-you.html' title='I hate how much i love you,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-2465082059786938009</id><published>2010-09-13T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T06:29:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only i could rewind time,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today is seriously -.- Sucks, a lot, really. Sorry, the other wasn't the worse day of my life, today is. My mind is really at a blank. It felt as though my heart was stabbed with a knife. I wish i could die right now, like, really. If only we could be together again, i would just fly up to sky high. I love you. &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/8060078590294134677-2465082059786938009?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2465082059786938009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-only-i-could-rewind-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2465082059786938009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2465082059786938009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-only-i-could-rewind-time.html' title='If only i could rewind time,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-4081151414284566849</id><published>2010-09-11T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:15:54.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright alright,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heys, i'm here again. Not feeling in a good mood. Rather, i feel super, depressed. Maybe this was how she felt when i once broke up with her. But now, she's so loved, by her boyfriend. I should have treasured her from the beginning in the past. I shouldn't have broke your heart. Maybe this is called revenge? I don't know. I want to cry again, but no tears seem to be able to flow out. I regret right now, and feeling damn angry with myself. I told you before him, didn't i? I shoul have asked you for stead first, right? &amp;amp; you might have accepted me then. But now, everything's too late. I was one step too slow. It made a lot of difference. If i was with her, i wouldn't be feeling like this now. Nothing i do seems to be working, i doubt it will. I don't know what to do, but wait. Wait, in pain, patiently. I'm sure about this. Feelings wouldn't fade away again. I promise. I know, i know, in your eyes, i'm some playboy now. "Your feelings come and go. Pro eh?" You sent me this message. I admit, in the past, i was like this. I hate that me. I've changed, and i hope you'd give me a chance to prove it to you. I want, to hold your hand in the movies like how we did, how we'd always talk till midnight every time. How'd i text the whole day without getting tired, and at night, you'd fall asleep suddenly. Those are just happy memories. The last sentence i said to you since the last time we met, was just three but deep words, I love you. We were standing outside a restaurant, near the MRT station, at Vivo. That place really brought me many memories. Some sick things that only you and i know, but they were fun. I really wish to back to that time. "Dear John" was the best movie i've ever watched. Because you were there with me. I was holding your hand tightly. You never let go, even i had sweaty palms that were obviously disgusting. But you didn't do anything about it. Maybe once or twice, you'd wipe my sweat away. Of course, normal people would do that. But you'll always put your warm hand right back with mine. It felt as though you were touching my heart. How afraid and excited we were during the movie, because our first kiss was almost gna be gone to each other. It never happened, but i still loved you deeply. I blame myself for my lost of feelings for you. I don't know what gone into me, maybe i really changed. But i'm determine to change back, to the old Cameron. Who loves you deeply, whom you loved, the one who was always desperate for your iloveyou before sleeping. All these memories are just awesome, too good to be true. Honestly, even though we broke up, i never 100% forgot about you. I'd still think of the times when we were in the movies, ocassionally. And, i know, i know, it brought me a smile. You may think i was silly, but they were just good memories. Everything i say here is coming from the bottom of my heart. Girls say, there are thorns behind every sweet talks from boys. That may be true, but not for me. I love you wholeheartedly. You're all that ever happened to me. You may hear this from me before, before we broke up. Forget that, and i hope you'd give me a second and final chance. I love you, girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love, your ex boyfriend.&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/8060078590294134677-4081151414284566849?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4081151414284566849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/alright-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4081151414284566849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4081151414284566849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/alright-alright.html' title='Alright alright,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-736029477316442294</id><published>2010-09-11T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T05:51:35.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't what i wanted,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today is literally not my day :( I don't like it. I mean, many unpleasent things happened today. Well, maybe just one, but it really made me upset, and i cried a lot. I hardly cry, but i did. I cried a lot, so that i'd feel better. I cried for last time, when i emo-ed. So now, i'm all better. But, i guess you guys would want to know what had happened? Well, it's mainly because of my mother. I merely just asked a question, "Can i join Gordon (my cousin) for fishing today, midnight?" I asked politely, like an angel (wink.) She gave me an immediate and negative answer, which made it obvious, it's a no, right? Yeah, i wasn't happy. So i begged and she started screaming like a mad woman! I mean like, it was just a question. What more, it was holidays, and a weekend in fact. I didn't understand why she wouldn't allow me. Her blood started to boil, so did mine. I even wanted to get out of the car, walk to the MRT and go home myself. She started to bring up all the negative things all together. Yeah, that's why in Facebook, i said "Good things you keep quiet, bad things you scold. It isn't fair man." So many people liked it, which meant that they agreed with me. Yeahs, we've got to face it, those are our parents! They like to bring up the negative things we have done, and leave all the positives one to a side. "I've been tolerating you for a long time. You've really drive me up the wall!" Please! If i've driven her up the wall, why does she still treat me so well? She brought everything in, why didn't she want to bring in my results? How much i have improved, especially on my weaker subjects? Why? Because they were positive things, that's why! Now, i'm feeling fuming mad alright. I didn't understand why. It was just a mere few hours of fun, you can't even grant me that? I finished most of my homework on the first day of the holiday, and yet you still say i didn't study? What rubbish is this? You're making a cock and bull story! I was pissed off, i started crying because i was angry. I hid myself in the room for 1.5 hours. I fell asleep, :p. Fortunately, i'm feeling better right now. I hope this doesn't happen on me again. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A mere one sentence question, turned out to be a nightmare, a hell lot of cock and bull shit. Which made me totally pissed off. &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/8060078590294134677-736029477316442294?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/736029477316442294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-isnt-what-i-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/736029477316442294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/736029477316442294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-isnt-what-i-wanted.html' title='This isn&apos;t what i wanted,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-9079035299624630553</id><published>2010-09-09T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:38:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In your face,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello :D Awesome's here to blog. Proper post laa, i think. Hahaha, i have 7 minutes to blog. Currently at YuanJing's house blogging heehee. By right, supposed to be at home, or at the playground downstairs my house. But i magically flew here HAHA. Hmm. I feel like blogging about Marina Bay Sands trip. I will tonight! I promise. Ohkayz, got to go, byeeee :D&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/8060078590294134677-9079035299624630553?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9079035299624630553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-your-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/9079035299624630553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/9079035299624630553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-your-face.html' title='In your face,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-1902402514615555386</id><published>2010-09-08T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:12:20.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hell,</title><content type='html'>Omgosh, I'm dying -.- my cousin is such a pain in an ass. I can't tolerate this bullshit. Bye ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-1902402514615555386?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1902402514615555386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1902402514615555386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1902402514615555386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-hell.html' title='This is hell,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-6405202749464160604</id><published>2010-09-07T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T06:40:00.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i'm addicted,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo :D I feel like typing short form way, for a change. But dhens, doesn't seem nice. Like what Si Ting says, typing proper English looks so much better alrights ^^ . Hahaha. I can't wait for tonight, because i can order $2000 of room-service tonight, whooots :D I've decided to order Wagyu Steak :D Awesomee isn't it? Hahaha. I think this is gna be a short post. Checking out of MBS tomorrow. So, bye peopleeeeeeee xD&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/8060078590294134677-6405202749464160604?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6405202749464160604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/because-im-addicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6405202749464160604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6405202749464160604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/because-im-addicted.html' title='Because i&apos;m addicted,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7655425782158229219</id><published>2010-09-06T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:31:37.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilling,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hello hello! :D I am currently blogging at Marina Bay Sands. Whoots! This place is like, awesome laa. I love the view especially ^^ . I'm staying at the 28th floor facing the city. Waa, awesome :D I shall upload pictures into faceook/blogger once i come back from the hotel. No promises though. Hehee. Very lazy laa ): Hmm, each day i've been ordering room service. It's damn expensive alright. For a piece of Roti Prata, it costs $16. Wtbear? I at home make also can. Hahaha, but the price didn't matter as were using points to pay for everything. We left $1000 for food, freee! YAY (Y) Went swimming this afternoon. Ronnie was right, a lot of ang mors. Awesome view ohkayz. Taken a few pictures, :) . Staying here for 4 days 3 nights. Actually it was only 3 days 2 nights. But we decided to extend it a day longer :D. The world's just so small. DarrenGoh saw me at the basement of MBS. Unfortunately, i didn't see him, neither did he shout out for my name ): . Hahaha. He's checked out already, yeah so never mind. Ohkayz, just a short update for you people :D Byeeeeee!&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/8060078590294134677-7655425782158229219?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7655425782158229219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/chilling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7655425782158229219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7655425782158229219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/chilling.html' title='Chilling,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-5374403222132200697</id><published>2010-09-04T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T04:38:26.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've recovered,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess i'm feeling all better. The stone in my heart, somehow seems that it has moved to somewhere else. Well, maybe this proves i've recovered. &amp;amp; of course, i'm happy about it. No point dragging on, because i know nothing would come out of it. So, why bother clinging on to something that will never happen. Perhaps, some people might think it's just a waste of time. However, it may just be very important to some people. Fortunately, for me, i've learnt how to let go. Honestly, i'm proud to say, i don't like anyone right now. Feelings might come back, i don't know. Hopefully, it doesn't. Because, i really don't want history to repeat itself. I wouldn't mind if it's a happy history, but it ain't. It's just a history that reminds me of misery, sadness. How emo-ish i felt then. Life was just miserable for me. I don't want to feel this way again. Yeah, i'm really happy for myself right now. I think, for now, the best is to really focus on studies. I mean, my results shot up to sky high when i was single. Studies are the most important now, isn't it? Yeah, it is. :D Hopefully my A1 streaks continue. 1 more A1, i earn a television for myself. How great, right? I still can stay happy when i'm single. Why not? There's so many people i can rely on! My family, my friends, plenty. I'm feeling much better. Alright, i'm going to do dedications now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kirti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks for going through thick and thin with me. You're really a true friend. True friends are hard to come by. I appreciate everything you've done for me for the past few months. Although sometimes we may get angry with each other, but everything will work out in the end. That's just totally awesome. I'm sorry if i really throw my temper at you when i'm feeling down. I hope you forgive me. I wish we remain as friends forever. Love, Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vivian, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks for everything also! Your advices to me, you really woke me up. Your advices, they beared lots of meaning, it was deep. However, it made me realize how to let go. I shouldn't cling on the something that wouldn't work out. (: Thanks for everything. We'll give each other advices whenever we need them alright? I'm glad both of us are very happy right now. Single, is just the best, isn't it? Hahaha! Once again, thank you. Love, Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mindez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey brother :D Thanks for constantly cracking jokes to me, you really made me cheer up a lot. Although i think you don't know what has happened to me, but you still crack jokes like you always do. (: I appreciate it. Will be there for each other whenever we need each other alrights? We'll go through thick and thin together, ohkayz? Promise. A promise is a promise, and i keep them. Thanks a million. Love, Cameron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Shermin &amp;amp; Joey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Although i don't think you're going to see this, but i still appreciate everything you've done for me. Thanks for constantly asking me to cheer up and stuff. I don't know much to say. Well, i guess, this is enough? Hahaha. Hope that you'd confront me to whenever you have your own problems. I'll be more than happy to share my advices with you. Thanks loads. Love, Cameron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To everyone else that cheered me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks thanks thanks a lot! :D You guys are just the most awesome people alright. And yes, i mean it. Thank you for giving me advices. Thank you for being by my side whenever i needed someone there for me. Thanks for giving me a listening ear, to say whatever i have to say. It's deeply appreciated by meeee :D I've learnt to let go. Do come to me whenever you have problems. I love you guys ttvm. :&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/8060078590294134677-5374403222132200697?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5374403222132200697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-recovered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5374403222132200697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5374403222132200697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-recovered.html' title='I&apos;ve recovered,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-5531804879756902907</id><published>2010-09-02T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T06:42:13.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forcing a smile,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey people. I'm really, not feeling that well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honestly, this is the worst day of my life. So many unwanted things happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why? I thought my emo season was long over, perhaps i was wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been hearing rumors. They're rumors, so i don't know if i should believe them. But now, the truth has come to light. Why did it have to happen to me? I seriously didn't expect this to happen. Yes, it's really hurting. You guys don't have to know what's happening. I'm like, lying for someone's happiness. I told her i didn't like her. I told her, her wish came true. I can bet she was smiling like there's no tomorrow when she saw that message. But, it was all a lie, but a white one. I really, didn't want her to give me a cold shoulder anymore. I had to give in, just by saying. I didn't really mean it, at all! Yes, i admit, feelings did fade for a moment. However, it all grew back. Honestly, it grew even more in the past. But now, no matter how strong my love is, i guess nothing would come out of it. I really thought i had a chance. Is age really so important? Gosh, and it's only 7 months! Nothing seems to be cheering me up. In fact, more problems are coming. Yeah, i'm seriously tired of living. Anyway, 13 years is enough, isn't it? No need to live any longer already. But they say, it's stupid. It's stupid to end my life just like this. I don't know. "You walk past a T-junction. If you turn left, it's friendship. A never ending road. If you turn right, it's heaven, but there'll be a dead end." Which would you choose? I chose left. But, relationship is important, too! I'm really forcing a smile. I want to cry, and feel better in the end. But, no tears seems to come out. Maybe i'm really too heartbroken. It's just really the wrong choice. I'm always blind. I choose the wrong things, the wrong girl. You two were once together, i could remember how hurt you were. You cried and cried and cried and cried. I tried to comfort you, but nothing seemed to work. In the end, it broke. You cried a lot again! Is he so important? Yeah, i guess to you he is. I'm just fucking useless, right? I can't even win a girl's heart. How much more useless can i get? -.- I'm seriously damn pissed off with myself right now. Fuck myself. Fuck my life. Fuck myself for being that of an asshole.&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/8060078590294134677-5531804879756902907?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5531804879756902907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/forcing-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5531804879756902907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/5531804879756902907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/forcing-smile.html' title='Forcing a smile,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7553443454883300481</id><published>2010-08-28T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T05:11:21.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehehe. Hello :D I'm like seriously darn bored that's why i'm blogging alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't intend to blog that often anymore. Maybe once in a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, not many people is tagging my blog anyways &gt;: So what's the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This means nobody reads my blog. I'm so unpopular, sigh ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha, dramatic laa please! Speaking of Drama, i'm performing on Teachers' Day this coming Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Show your support alrights? :D Don't laugh at me. Besides, it's the first time i'm performing on stage in GM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, so, all the best for me :D Hahaha. I love the skit. I love Faith2-2's skit also. Damn funny laa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D Received Geography results. Fcuk it manzxc. 11/15. 0.5 more marks to A1 bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got me damn pissed off &amp;amp; i was slamming the table like some retard. Hopefully i can hunt for marks on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs. Lau has some serious anger management that she needs to control -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I called out for her &amp;amp; she didn't hear me. So, naturally, we'll tap on the person's shoulder right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walao, i tapped, "DON'T TOUCH ME!" shout as if like i molested her or something like that x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh please, even if i wanted to molest someone, i wouldn't molest someone like her alrights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-vomits- Holy shit manzxc. I'm feeling queasy right now. &gt;: Hahaha. She disgust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haiya, but sometimes she's also very poor thing as some people from our class likes to disturb her. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe they just wanted to have some fun bah :) Yeah so, i was darn mad with my results. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So now, still 3A1. 2 more A1s to iPod. /sigh. Like that one A1 wasted liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dhens Friday had Chinese Spelling. Never do 4 questions. Die liao laa, fail liao. So, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also no need sign :D Hahaha. So it's ohkayz one laa. I hope :x Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was selected for the Global Hospice thing for Drama. Only 6 people were selected &amp;amp; i'm one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should be honoured, right? Hahaha. Yeahs i am, although i wasn't interested in it in the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only me, Dayna, Alson, Ronnie, Veniece &amp;amp; one more person is selected to do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alson came to look for me during class time to tell me about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alson: Yeah, so you're one of the 6 selected ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Ohkayz, thank you. -turning back wanting to go back to class-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alson: Eh wait. What's that girl's name? The one that looks like ang mor. -Points at Nabilah-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: -Laughs- why? You like her ah. She chio meh. (Joking manner alrights!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alson: Hahaha, no laa. So what's her name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before i could continue Mdm Chua said something damn hilarious! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mdm Chua: You do not come here &amp;amp; prey on little, innocent girls ohkays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all laughed like mad :D Hahaha. Mdm Chua is pretty a joker. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woah, this post is long lehhh. Appreciate it ah. Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-7553443454883300481?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7553443454883300481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/hehehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7553443454883300481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7553443454883300481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-6958487553984762437</id><published>2010-08-26T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T05:31:53.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in between you &amp; you,</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm so sorry for not blogging these days. Very bored &amp;amp; had not much mood to blog. :( So, i guess i wouldn't be updating about my trip to Resort World :D Hahaha, what an excuse! Looking forward to tomorrow &amp;amp; Tuesday as i'll be performing for Teachers' Day; Drama FORTHEWIN! :D Hahaha! Ohkayz, i'm going to make this post very long. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Ohkayz, i'm done :D Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-6958487553984762437?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6958487553984762437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/caught-in-between-you-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6958487553984762437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6958487553984762437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/caught-in-between-you-you.html' title='Caught in between you &amp; you,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-2500818181171031447</id><published>2010-08-21T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:55:53.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology accepted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Awesomeeeee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so sorry! &gt;: I neglected blogger. /sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Accept my apology ohkayz? Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Currently blogging at Resort World; Universal Studios Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Staying here for 2 nights. Just came back from Sentosa. Was playing LUGE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Damn nice laa! Hahaha, awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ohkayz it's going to be a short post. Don't want to tell you everything if not i don't know what to update when i get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, yeahs, i'm done :D Byeeeee.&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/8060078590294134677-2500818181171031447?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2500818181171031447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/apology-accepted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2500818181171031447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2500818181171031447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/apology-accepted.html' title='Apology accepted?'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-1836579978954702600</id><published>2010-08-14T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T04:16:38.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow awesome,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo! I'm in a good mood alright! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whoots :) My mood started to be great since yesterday ^^&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why? It's because of my results! Hohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It improved from an average 60.2/100 to 68/100 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;All thanks to my Chinese! Hahaha. Both Kewai &amp;amp; Kenei were awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But i felt Kenei could improve a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kenei: 17/20 (Room for improvement.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kewai: 29/30! (HAHAHA, AWESOMEEE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whoots :D Because of that now my mood is super great ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hahahaha. Short post for me today. Hope you still enjoy hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Byeeeeeee.&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/8060078590294134677-1836579978954702600?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1836579978954702600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/somehow-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1836579978954702600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/1836579978954702600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/somehow-awesome.html' title='Somehow awesome,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-2338377482173157190</id><published>2010-08-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:13:25.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i need to stop,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boo; pretty not in the mood right now &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At first, i thought i aced in all my tests this term so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today, my marks just pushed me fcuking down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry, pardon me for the language, but i'm really disappointed in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;17/40 for ENGLISH? How am i supposed to survive if i'm expected to pass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come on, pass is not enough. I need an A1 for English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; now, this is included into CA2. What am i expected to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought i had improved a lot, but i was just thinking way too highly of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, i've gotten 3 A1. But come on, so what? 1 E8 &amp;amp; 1F9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How to? I seriously don't expect myself to fail what i have failed.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to work my butt off if i want to pass my geography. 6/20? Bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; for SA1 i got 42 -.- How? How am i supposed to pull my scores up? 6/20 = 30/100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dude, That's a fcuking Z100 -.- no friggin' joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When am i supposed to wake up from this freaking childish mindset of mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When am i supposed to act like a matured, young &amp;amp; fine adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honestly, i've not learnt my lesson after PSLE. I sure do not want history to repeat itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until now, i still can remember very vividly how i felt, what my whole family went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosh, this feeling sucks to the max right now. I don't care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This ain't the time for us to fool around like little kids, play like there's no tomorrow anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've got to pull up my socks. &gt;: someone please let me wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heavenly Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God, please let me wake up. Please let me focus on what's important right now. Please let me realize the importance of studies, what'd the outcome would be like when i really grow up, &amp;amp; step out to the outside part of the world, where stress would continuously come to us. O Lord, please let me wake up from this childish mindset. Because i don't want to carry on any longer, because it's just pure silly. I just wish this would just put a stop in our life. In Jesus most precious name i pray, Amen.&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/8060078590294134677-2338377482173157190?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2338377482173157190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-i-need-to-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2338377482173157190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2338377482173157190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-i-need-to-stop.html' title='Because i need to stop,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-4481461911747033904</id><published>2010-08-07T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:16:32.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm super sorry manzxc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I totally forgot that breakdown-nnn.bs.com existed :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm sorry for the lack of updates :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since i'm here, then i shall blog ^^ Hahaha. Not many things to blog about except 06.08.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahaha :D Went with Sean, Kirti, Shermaine, WeiJing &amp;amp; Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went to Kallang Leisure. Watched SALT :D &amp;amp; played a bit of arcade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Arcade i pwned Shermaine, woohoo. Then she was so happy that lost -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stupid. I shall complete the whole game with one credit i tell you, ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOL, suckaa sia she. Hahaha, so not pro unlike me, heehee ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, the movie SALT was totally awesome except for the fact that, it was loud &amp;amp; scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wahlao, i tell you, the sound is totally tabuleh tahan == Freaking loud laa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Zzz. Then Sean like benben like that. Keep denying &amp;amp; say that Evelyn Salt is NOT a Russian Spy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She is, but then she's a good person also :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uh shit. I shouldn't have told you the storyline. If i can pay for the ticket, why can't you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Go watch it yourself, it's really recommended by me :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Didn't take any pictures though, unfortunately. Sorry people. My blog is damn boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No pictures, only words. /sigh. I'll try to remember to take pictures when i go out next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nelson asked me out this coming Monday. Don't know if i should go out or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't think my mother would allow because i just went out yesterday :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whatever, i'll just try to ask her &amp;amp; convince her to allow me to go out :D So must finish homework tomorrow, so i'm freeeeeeeee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After outing, went to Geraldine's house for GUITARHERO :D AWESOMEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm improved a lot on the guitar alright. Can survive Hard mode ^^ o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe Monday just go Geraldine's house play GUITARHERO can already. No need go KLP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahaha. By right after school on Friday, was supposed to visit Taonan but didn't in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A lot of us, then mostly not from Taonan, so decided not to go anymore, or else they'll feel extra :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lalala. Yeah, ohkayz :) Nothing else to say anymore. Quite a long post right? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ohkayz, byeeeeee :)&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/8060078590294134677-4481461911747033904?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4481461911747033904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4481461911747033904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/4481461911747033904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-what.html' title='So what,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7444287113783510288</id><published>2010-08-02T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:41:13.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we're one, together,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Konichiwa, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry for those lack of awesome updates. You missed me, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, hahaha. I know you did. Wahlao, friggin' BHB laa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha, never mind, just love me the way i am ^^ Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Currently still having cough &amp;amp; flu. I feel so sick, :/ . I want to get well now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Despite my cough, i'm still like shouting so much :D Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lalala, nothing to update manzxc. All i have to update are my results. Which are quite suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maths- 15/20 (A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Science- 18.5/25 (A2, -.- One more mark.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geography- 6/20 (F9, :x whoops :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, about there. Actually results aren't bad, except for Geography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll work harder next time :) I better buck up with my studies. Time to get serious already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, i'm loving her more day by day :x kk i just exposed it, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ai seh, but never mind :) Nothing to be shameful about ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"There's nothing wrong with admiring somebody" Familiar? Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohkayz, i'm done, bye. ^^&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/8060078590294134677-7444287113783510288?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7444287113783510288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-were-one-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7444287113783510288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/7444287113783510288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/because-were-one-together.html' title='Because we&apos;re one, together,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-6734328535126668073</id><published>2010-07-31T03:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T03:21:07.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let it go to your head,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boo :D Hello hello :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hahaha, i'm bored &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Just came back from tuition. Both Maths &amp;amp; English tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;During Maths tuition, the times passed superbly slowly :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;So boring laa. Then i kept slacking :x very the bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;So managed to finish 27 questions in 2 hours. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;That's honestly, not quite a lot. I was very slow, in fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;English tuition, fun as usual ^^ but the time passed very quickly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Stupid, when i bored ties passes so slowly. When i'm having fun, time passes so quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;-.- stupid stupid stupid! I wish time would freeze :D YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hahaha, during Maths tuition, i suddenly thought of a status i can update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;"If there was a shooting star, i would wish for you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Nice yeah? Hehehe. I have a craving for Subway! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;But i'm having a darn sorethroat. &amp;amp; i'm down with flu also :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;My throat is very painful &amp;amp; itchy. Please heal it quickly &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hai, speaking of it, i can't shout or talk loud anymore, sad sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Ohkayz, i shall stop here now. Byeeeeee~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8060078590294134677-6734328535126668073?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6734328535126668073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-let-it-go-to-your-head_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6734328535126668073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/6734328535126668073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-let-it-go-to-your-head_31.html' title='Don&apos;t let it go to your head,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-3223020120335171059</id><published>2010-07-31T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T03:03:06.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let it go to your head,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-3223020120335171059?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3223020120335171059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-let-it-go-to-your-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3223020120335171059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/3223020120335171059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-let-it-go-to-your-head.html' title='Don&apos;t let it go to your head,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-2262983354521988580</id><published>2010-07-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:20:11.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO, BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heys there people :D I can tell you, this is gna be a post with a maximum of 10 sentences excluding this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ohkayz, let's do this in point form! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was a very boring day in school. I was, apparently, damn quiet today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;During Science i suddenly felt super duper smart, that's a good thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;No mood swings today, YAY :D Hopefully won't have anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many people were concerned &amp;amp; asked me if i was feeling better, thanks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heard that yesterday was basically a slack day for Faith1-2, &amp;amp; i wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Realized that there was a Science test the next day, &amp;amp; i paniced. Luckily there was tuition today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Told myself i better get an A for this Science test! Or else i'd get uber pissed off w myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mrs. Hooi said Syariq &amp;amp; i had to stay back after school for school since we were absent yesterday for the test &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I told myself that i definitely fail for that test because it was darn difficult. &gt;: Hopefully not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went home, feeling lethargic. Tuition-ed, &amp;amp; now on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohkays, i'm doneeee :) Love you guys :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-2262983354521988580?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2262983354521988580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2262983354521988580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2262983354521988580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-2452206862283806382</id><published>2010-07-27T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:52:18.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't take it,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO HELLO! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm finally here blogging, again ^^ Missed me? I know you did x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;/sigh, missed school today as i wasn't feeling well this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everyone told me today was basically a slack day, &amp;amp; i weren't there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Damn it, :( I think i'm school sick :x What am i thinking manzxc? Nah, i mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All my friends are there, why shouldn't i be happy? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahaha, i love my friends ttm alright! :D I better be fine tomorrow. I must go to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hopefully Ms. Lam &amp;amp; Ms.Yap doesn't come to school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ms. Yap can laa, but i don't want Ms. Lam. She's so naggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chaoahma already still not married HAHA. Ohkays, let's not be so mean laa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing to blog about as i didn't go to school today :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alright then, today shall be a short post. Hopefully some things happen tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohkayz, goodbye readers! Loveyouttm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-2452206862283806382?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2452206862283806382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-couldnt-take-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2452206862283806382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/2452206862283806382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-couldnt-take-it.html' title='I couldn&apos;t take it,'/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-8252145646381446038</id><published>2010-07-26T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T03:06:10.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Shermaine is &lt;s&gt;cute &lt;/s&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8060078590294134677-8252145646381446038?l=takemyhan-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8252145646381446038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/shermaine-is-cute-small.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8252145646381446038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8060078590294134677/posts/default/8252145646381446038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemyhan-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/shermaine-is-cute-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Love-d like never before.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709718686514093106</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-8060078590294134677.post-7531670936387582779</id><published>2010-07-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T06:40:15.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good to be true,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heys i'm back :D I know you missed me ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Heehee, right, right? Right! Hahaha, today, was a totally awesome day ohkayz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;25/07/2010 is loved, yeah! :D I want to rewind the timeee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Unfortunately, can't :( Kinda made new friends today toos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Geraldine, Jiayi &amp;amp; Grace! :D Hahaha, Jiayi is too quiet, tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The other two also not as noisy as me laa hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Whoever can be louder than me is damn zai actually ^^ I'm still the best :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Come on, admit it! Ohkayz, let's stop bullshit-ing &amp;amp; continue this post properly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's gna be long, guys. So do be prepared! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let the fun begin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;First went to church before Shermin's awesome partehh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Woke up at 7.55a.m. then prepared for Church. Texted Weijing saying that i'll meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;When i just stepped out of the MRT, Weijing called, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah told him i was at the escalator already. Met up, then took bus 13 to Church :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It was so freaking hot today. &amp;amp; i was wearing a black collar shirt -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Black absorbs heat, so i was filled with heat! :@ Couldn't really stand the heat seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah then made our way to Church. Had to make a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sumpan to fit everyone in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;YAY, eBuddy was the first to complete it &amp;amp; everyone could enter into it alrights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Of course not using A4 sized paper, but newspapers. Many, many newspapers ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah so it was possible for around 12 people to fit into it. It was damn fail laa! But still 50% passed :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Hmm, yeah. Sang 'Rising' then some other songs. Had to leave halfway, because we were gna be late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;So left, kinda chiong-ed to parkway. WeiJing used his darn cast &amp;amp; hit my head with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It was friggin' painful, so i just ignored him until we reach parkway. Seriously damn pain alright -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Then reached parkway, met Nelson. In his hand was already a soft toy for Shermin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Donald Duck, he gave himself to her, because Nelson's a duck! Hahaha, kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Lalala, since Kirti have yet to reach, we decided to go arcade for awhile ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Treat them a bit of money then Kirti reached, so we left to Subway :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Subway at Parkway was worse than the one at Kallang Leisure :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Seriously, to Teriyaki Chicken tasted a bit like medicine laa, ._. ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Eeeee, the cookie was very hard also. Ate one cookie, &amp;amp; suddenly remembered about the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Went to Mini Toons, &amp;amp; bought this cute yet big tortise for Shermin ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Shared the price with Kirti, but she paid a few dollars more, a bit more only alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah, then left to Eunos MRT to meet them. Saw David in the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;WeiJing did something again &amp;amp; i got pissed off, not going to mention what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Reached Eunos, saw Jaslyn &amp;amp; company then left for Shermin's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Her house is a 2-storey flat! I almost stayed at that type of house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah, fun began already ^^. Everyone almost bought soft toys for her laa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;We all have smart &amp;amp; creative ideas, i guess? Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Kirti's &amp;amp; my present for Shermin was the biggest, biggest i say! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Hoped she liked the present. Heehee! Saw Shermin, ate, then went down to basketball court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Played Captain's ball, Basketball, Swings :D. I felt like a child then, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I think i got tanner after standing in the sun for so damn long laa! Great :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I want to be tannnn, everyone's saying i'm very fair :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;My hands are quite black so in your face people :D But want to be blacker :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah, danced the Chicken Dance with Shermin as a forefeet :( Enjoyed it though ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Hahaha, yeah, quite funny. Then Jaslyn was like dancing alone after that laa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I LOL-ed when i watched that part. Played, slacked, then felt like going up, so went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah, then we started drawing on the board, eat again, then cut cake! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The cake was totally awesome i tell you, awesomeee xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cut cake, then decided to open presents, YAY. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Opened, then start playing with hoola-hoops :D I'm a pro i say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;But Shermin &amp;amp; her mum are better, i think it runs it the family, hehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Watched Wizards of Waverly place &amp;amp; Hannah Montana (:/) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Time reached 6 uber quickly, left Shermin's house. Totally fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Went to Geraldine's house next. Play Guitar Hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I totally suck at the game, be it singing, guitar or drums :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Aiyahs, but i'm better at a lot of other better things. Because i'm awesome, woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ohkayz, went home after that. It was indeed a fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Loved all of you guys. 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