<?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-6509988031784499978</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:05:28.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>345</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-446649491439338538</id><published>2010-06-19T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:58:27.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;on 17.06, rain was extreme. earlier tt day, went shopping @ plazasing. after tt, ard 10pm, rain died t a faint drizzle, amazingly walkways still clogged. in (not a, bt many) attempts t buy "The Straits Time", i literally combed th whole sg just t find pieces of recycled paper. &amp;amp; tt, is wow. pieces of paper never meant &lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;so much t me. nt afraid of th storm, nor th rain, bt th breaking of a promise t a far away friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;he’s single and available. he has a body of steel and a nuclear-powered mind. but be careful, he has spent his campus life learning how t read people’s minds. you won’t wanna play with his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;i'm just like th sun, and you, th rose. but, i'll give you love for you t grow, t blossom. sometimes, courage may prevent me from reaching out t you, but i want you t know that i'm always trying t reach you. if you can't feel my love, just wait till i'm brave enough. t be happy, you either change th world or your think&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;ing. t be realistic, you have t change your thinking t be happy, but for me, i'll change th world for you. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;you and i are like North poles of a magnet, we can never be together due to differences in thoughts and preferences. but, if someone puts a metal bar in between us, we'll always be together. you call this metal bar, LOVE.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;y'know, guys like you, is why i still believe in miracles after countless failures. flight is a barrel, an obstacle, an obstruction. but i wanna face my fear, confront it, because.. because behind that torrent of rain shower, lies the key to my dreams... and i know if i don't overcome it, you'll always remain only as a&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt; silhouette in my life, my empty life. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;(all are extracted from my fb's wall posts).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-446649491439338538?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/446649491439338538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/446649491439338538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/446649491439338538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-17.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3627144454903075669</id><published>2010-06-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:00:35.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;my heart has already made clear what my choice is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;against 1million girls i'm nothing, against destiny i'm just a flick of the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;i don't need the drama that you left behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;you don't know, my heart's stoned, my consciousness a sleeping walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;i'm awake but i'm dreaming, waiting for him to dream so that we can be&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt; together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;thank you, and no thanks, sorry to leave your love unrequited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i think i might have never been happier if i'd just given up everything except my dreams and him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;pursuing them might have been mission impossible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;but just going for them, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;making them come true makes me happier than knowing that i've done good in studies and still, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;not a step closer t my "dreams come true". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;if only life was a game with a "give up and try again" button, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;i'd try countless times just t be with you. ♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;jin ~ love you, jing.&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/6509988031784499978-3627144454903075669?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3627144454903075669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-heart-has-already-made-clear-what-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3627144454903075669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3627144454903075669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-heart-has-already-made-clear-what-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-1818764648583922702</id><published>2010-06-07T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:21:28.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he has probably learnt now that i'm different from other girls.&lt;div&gt;i don't do what others do, i do what others don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting for time to pass and him to grow older is a great idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fake lovers whose after his looks and fame will give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not a fool, i don't rush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm true with you, and hope that you are too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only way to prove it to me is to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do nothing but wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;05.06.2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't forget this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear upon my whole love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once i've grown up i'll fly to korea and find you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you'd grown tired of waiting, you can just leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it isn't a must to wait. but waiting is a must as a proof to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1818764648583922702?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1818764648583922702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-has-probably-learnt-now-that-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1818764648583922702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1818764648583922702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-has-probably-learnt-now-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-559537193284731426</id><published>2010-06-04T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:56:56.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blog. From now onwards I'll only visit here and post when there's something that's earth-shaking :).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing FINE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.. Well, I'm still in pursuit of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm IN it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it's not too late because if it is, I'll dash out to the airport and stop him from leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love JJ. Don't say sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU JJ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I WANT YOU, TOO!&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/6509988031784499978-559537193284731426?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/559537193284731426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/559537193284731426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/559537193284731426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8092842331688157453</id><published>2010-05-07T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:27:26.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;tropical rainforests.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tropical equatorial climate &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1500mm rainfall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;27 degrees temperature&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 degrees n and s of equator&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;congo basin amazon basin south america africa indonesia malaysia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;emergent canopy understorey shrub undergrowth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves evergreen - no lack of water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves waxy with drip tips - allow water drain off prevent bacterial growth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;branches top 1/3 of trunk - sunlight rarely reaches to the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;barks smooth - no need to protect against extreme heat or dryness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;roots shallow spreading - no need to tap water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;roots buttress - to support the heavy weight of tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tropical monsoon forests&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tropical monsoon climate &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1500mm rainfall &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;26 degrees temperature &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 degrees 25 degrees n of equator&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;south asia southeast asia southern china northern australia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;canopy understorey undergrowth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves deciduous - minimise loss of water dry season&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves waxy driptips - drain water prevent bacterial growth wet season&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;branches middle - abundance of sunlight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;bark coarse dry - protect against extreme dryness heat forest fires&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;roots deep tap - tap water rainfall inconsistent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;coniferous forests&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;cool temperate continential climate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;300 - 635mm rainfall snow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-40 to 21 degrees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;60 degrees and 70 degrees north of equator&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;alaska russia northern scandinavian northern canada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;no distinct layers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves evergreen - continue photosynthesis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves needlelike - reduced loss of water through transpiration&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves store water for use during winter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;bark thick - protect against long cold winter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;branches flexible downwards sloping - snow slide off easily&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;roots shallow spreading - absorb water during snow melts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;mangrove forests&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tropical equatorial climate sheltered coastal areas or where river deposits clay and silt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;23.5 degrees north and south of equator&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;middle inland coastal zone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;coastal - avicennia sonneratia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;middle - rhizophora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;inland - bruguiera&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves thick leathery - reduce loss of water through transpiration&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves broad waxy - drains water prevent bacterial growth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves salt secreting avicennia - regulate amount of salt in tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;leaves store excess salt avicennia sonneratia - regulate amount of salt in tree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;roots avicennia pencil like breathing roots&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;roots sonneratia peg like breathing roots&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;roots rhizophora prop roots&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;roots bruguiera knee like roots&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/6509988031784499978-8092842331688157453?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8092842331688157453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/05/tropical-rainforests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8092842331688157453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8092842331688157453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/05/tropical-rainforests.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-7584423390808009634</id><published>2010-04-01T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:36:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello dead blog. &lt;div&gt;clearly i do not bother about here anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've done some terrific achievements recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not going to talk about it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the journey of waiting has begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's see who are able to complete it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;al is the love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7584423390808009634?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7584423390808009634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-dead-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7584423390808009634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7584423390808009634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-7264649470569624953</id><published>2010-03-05T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:52:51.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"in all your fantasies, you'd always knew,&lt;div&gt;that man and mystery, were both in you..." - phantom of the opera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm back, for now, i'll be gone soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;common test results will be posted soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7264649470569624953?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7264649470569624953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-all-your-fantasies-youd-always-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7264649470569624953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7264649470569624953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-all-your-fantasies-youd-always-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6346698363749067364</id><published>2010-02-21T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:51:08.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let see if i still rmbr how to spell your name.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not good in my chinese, neither am i good in recognising characters.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope i can rmbr it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... (15min later)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't rmbr anymore.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i don't know you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this just me or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you )): )): don't go, your back view is getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;can't you see my unwillingness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are you going to be brave and face it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've unnoticingly and unintentionally dragged 2 girls into this picture.&lt;br /&gt;of course you don't feel it, because you're so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let this week decide,&lt;br /&gt;you to be brave,&lt;br /&gt;or me to be stubborn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-6346698363749067364?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-1194745307093525371</id><published>2010-02-17T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:16:13.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i'll still choose qj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why?&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1194745307093525371?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1194745307093525371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-ill-still-choose-qj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1194745307093525371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1194745307093525371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-know-ill-still-choose-qj.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6736546891142615603</id><published>2010-02-16T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:57:33.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not going back to either of my ex.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently trapped between 2 Q's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QJ... or QK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart belongs to one.&lt;br /&gt;should i decide on the guy who loves me more,&lt;br /&gt;or the one i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-6736546891142615603?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6736546891142615603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-going-back-to-either-of-my-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6736546891142615603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6736546891142615603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-going-back-to-either-of-my-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-1568621224746497828</id><published>2010-02-15T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T03:42:07.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll start off the day with a little chinese because i'm listening to a chinese love song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;今天是情人节。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;但对我来说，好像是个离人节。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;感觉生活美寄托，没意义。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone knows i'm most sensitive to which song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;it's called "擦肩而过".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart used to hurt deeply whenever i hear this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;but now, my heart has healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;now, i'm listening to this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i can remember the pain my heart once felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;but i can't feel it anymore, i've forgotten how it felt like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i only know that it was really painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a good thing, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;it's funny how the guy you used to cry daily for is the one asking you back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't it a little too late though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;my dream was right. i have lots of attraction now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i've never had so many guys calling/smsing me in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;surprisingly, he was one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;and so. on behalf of valentines' and my future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i did an "analysis" of all the guys, let's see which one is the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll keep their identities anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;let's start off with 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;every flaw shall minus 20% off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;when a guy reaches 0%, he's out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;(i hope i rmbred most of the guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;judging based on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;cash, career, character, condo, car, care, concern, c*ck. (you'll see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;A- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Q1- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;M- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Q2- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;K- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;D- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;good attitude/personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;A- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want a guy who couldn't care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Q1- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't like his nonchalant and jock attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;M- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't want a guy who ignores, avoids, is indecisive and insecured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Q2- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;although he scolded me before, i knew that i was in the wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(: he has a good heart and attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;K- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know him much, so i can't find a reason to -20% off him yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;D- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i like his attitude.. towards me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;oh, he has got a nice personality and good attitude (:!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;chemistry/"magic" attraction/understanding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;A- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;he's cute but definitely lacks all 3 mentioned. (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Q1- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanted to pass him, but i figured out i can't. there's both chemistry and magic attraction alright, but he doesn't seem to understand me much. so no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;M- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;all 3 was once there, but now all of them no longer exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Q2- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely, the ingredients are right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;K- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;uhh, chemistry yes, magic attraction no, understanding maybe not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;D- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;no. no. no!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;there's no chemistry and magic attraction sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;rich/wealthy/financially secured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;A- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah. he probably live in a penthouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Q1- 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;no. he lives in a rundown kind of HDB. no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;M- 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;he's even worse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Q2- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;oh. he's got a nice 3 storey terrace. that explained all, i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;K- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;financially stable, not rich, not poor. so i'm not minusing (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;D- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;erm. ya. he's even got the money to buy cigarettes zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;stable. not rich nor poor. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;bad habits?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;A- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; no. he lives like a decent prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Q1- 20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; the things he likes to do are gross, can't stand his burping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; M- 20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; does paranoid and insecurity counts? even if they doesn't, he pouts! ew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Q2- 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; no (: he's another decent, rich prince -.- too highclass for me (if that's reason LOL).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; K- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; can't stand his freaking gaming habits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; D- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; smoking. gambling. fighting. what more?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; I- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; nope, he's a decent guy :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; clever/studies good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; A- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  damn, he's CLEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  Q1- 20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  he's blur alright, but he proved to be smarter than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  M- 0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  i suspect that he doesn't even have brains. [ELIMINATED!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  Q2- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  no, he has everything except that his brain is below average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  K- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  oh, i reckon he's cleverer than me cos he got 70+ for every subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  D- 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  definitely not. no need to explain for a gangster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  I- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  he's pretty average, at least he's hardworking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;is he MAN enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;  A- 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   he's a little gay okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   Q1- 20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   okay.. he's not so gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   M- 0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   he's not gay. but sadly it's already 0%. [ELIMINATED!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   Q2- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;yup i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   K- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;ya -.- typical singaporean guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   D- 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah. gangsterism to him is such a display of explusion of manliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   I- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;   he's a little motherly. but he's man enough okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;end results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;A- 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;    Q1- 20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;    M- 0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;    Q2- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;    K- 60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;    D- 40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I- 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i admit i'm very realistic. but i'm not materialistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't hold high expectations, i only look for the basic requirements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;A is out. Q1 is out. M is definitely out. D is out. I is out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;in the end i'm only left with Q2 and K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;but i've decided to go with Q2 cos K is someone with blood relations to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1568621224746497828?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1568621224746497828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-start-off-day-with-little-chinese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1568621224746497828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1568621224746497828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-start-off-day-with-little-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3680848493204249326</id><published>2010-02-13T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:34:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this post is supposed to be on valentines, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i'm doing it earlier because i know i'll be very busy on that very day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this blog/fb post is dedicated to the guy i like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you know who you are although you won't be able to read this (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it all started on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;2010 january 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i remembered that day clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was finally recovering after falling sick 3 times in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i had mild fever and extreme cough, but i was allowed to stay in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and so, for the very first time, i brought my water bottle to chinese class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;this particular guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; asked if he could drink from my bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was quite shocked, i could've let him drink from it, but i was sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i said, "no sorry. i have a fever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;being a typical singaporean guy, he doubted me and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"really ah? so coincident sia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hmph. what a guy. i'm really telling the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but why do i feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;? and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;why did he ask from me when he doesn't even know me much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i kept asking these stupid questions. and thought of him incessantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after awhile, thinking of him became part of my daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and spending time with him became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;days passed by, and i looked forward to chinese classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;because that was the only time i could really see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he was oblivious towards my weird behaviour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i had the time of my life turning back and looking at him. (lol =l)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;every assignment that has to be passed down was a chance to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"i can get to see him again!" it was all that i thought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;by that time, i already knew that i'm falling in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know i shouldn't do that. but it was so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he'd never guess what's going on in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's kind of good because we still get to be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the only trouble was my heart. i can't get enough of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what should i possibly do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;by now, every turn i made, my heart was pounding real hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i get nervous merely because i looked at him unintentionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, we were required to stay back after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;for the "briefing" of the peer tutors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this teacher was "forcing" me to join the program,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and so i did cos i had no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he brought me down to avarm2, and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that guy and his friends were running past me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"they're peer tutors just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;." this teacher explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in my mind floated a silent "ooh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then, this teacher crapped,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"next time, 1 of these guys will be your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was like. "wah! you're a teacher ley!" (=.=")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i went in the room, like a stranger, scared stiff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wandered around a little and sat down beside 2 sec5 guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i realised. i was just behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then. for the first time i noticed that he has lots of pimples on his head! (lol -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and so, i decided to be cranky and give him a facial cleanser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at first i told him to come to me alone so that i can give it to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;who would know, he brought his friends along (-_-"!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;embarrassed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and i didn't have the courage, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i told him, class door's locked and i RAN out of the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i thought my heart suffered a seizure. cos it was pounding like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after that, i felt sad, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;disappointed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was almost sure i could get over my anxiety problem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but the mere look in his eyes threw me off track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i couldn't help it! so i kept quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the next day, i decided i could do it another way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i passed that "thingy" to my friend whose in the same class as him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and told her to pass it to him. and it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;success &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;no heart seizures anymore! but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;little did i know his friends were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;spreading rumours about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was, of course, a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;disturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cos i didn't know how to face him if this matter gets to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i was afraid (la). but i kept quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;subsequently, we stopped talking to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i didn't know why, but for me i was too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;embarrassed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to talk to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i was still happy, even if i don't start the day good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i would be in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;cloud nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; after chinese classes, best if there's 2 period of chinese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;one "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;unlucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;" moment after a change of lesson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i took my p.e attire and walked to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;halfway there, i saw him walking towards his class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i kept looking, unaware of my footsteps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;then! i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tripped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;on something, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i fell beside him when he was walking by my side (=.="!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i didn't know what else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i panicked and ran to the toilet. =l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;actually, i was quite contented already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;let's cut the happy part short because what's not meant to be will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;be (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2 days ago, i just found out from someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that this guy i like, has a girl he likes in his class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it was definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;disappointing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(la).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i'm okay with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i lost to her in studies, in appearance, in almost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i don't mind losing to her (again) in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;saddening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;how i used to get A1 for chinese because i enjoyed having him as my classmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and now, i barely even pass because i was so affected ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;although now my heart still go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;whenever i see him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i can feel the disappointment within, residing in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so. i let go. willingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and decided to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;even until now, i still think of him often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i get to see him for one or two times a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but that can no longer make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to be absolutely honest, this is kind of silly and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i've never regretted at all (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know being such a timid girl, i won't have the courage to do what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know that he rarely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. so whenever i see him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i could almost hear my heart shouting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks for the wonderful 1 sided love and memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the ending sure was tragic but let's not forget the fun i had (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and if that girl you like ever requit your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i wish you happiness always!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;now i finally know the meaning of mixed emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;smile more, love more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i want to see him happy always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;because when he's happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'll be happy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;loving someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;doesn't always requires you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; of someone doesn't always have to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;' isn't only for those couples in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;whatever the outcome is, i don't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;be it lovely or be it tragic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm just happy that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;waking up from this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&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/6509988031784499978-3680848493204249326?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3680848493204249326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-post-is-supposed-to-be-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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online tonight. here blogging cos i've got nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be absolutely honest, this week is quite a bomb for me.&lt;br /&gt;we had adam khoo's full 3 days workshop.&lt;br /&gt;the timing was 8am in the morning to 9pm in the night.&lt;br /&gt;it was really tough for me, cos i'd always slept at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;i suffered this 3 days but i learnt a lot from them, a lot of stuffs i can never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i basically wake up 5 in the morning and do my usual routine of getting ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;so that i'll never be late and punished again.&lt;br /&gt;waking up was hard. i could feel my eyelids ever so heavy, on the verge of collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally i'd sleep at 7.30pm. but i had to adapt for this very important 3 days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i yawned, teared, sighed, dozed, slept in the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;but the trainers had never scolded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fantastic, inspirational and motivating.&lt;br /&gt;there were 3 trainers for us, 1 in the morning, 1 in the afternoon and 1 in the night.&lt;br /&gt;the trainers were hilarious and yet serious.&lt;br /&gt;although sometimes they may preach us a little because we aren't too mature yet,&lt;br /&gt;i know it's for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1. they taught us lots of unobvious but important stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;how to study effectively, super memory.&lt;br /&gt;how to derive pleasure out of studies.&lt;br /&gt;they told us about self esteem and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;and they said that, once you believe in yourself, nothing can get in your way.&lt;br /&gt;you know what? you can never plan to fail. i mean really.&lt;br /&gt;if you plan to pass and you pass, you passed.&lt;br /&gt;if you plan to pass and you failed, you planned to pass.&lt;br /&gt;if you plan to fail and you failed, you passed because you got what you wanted!&lt;br /&gt;funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;they showed us an old movie called "rocky",&lt;br /&gt;it's about this boxer, he was once a boxing champion but he was defeated badly.&lt;br /&gt;and he never had faith in himself after that, so he quitted boxing.&lt;br /&gt;his family left him, until years later his sister yelled at him to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to be afraid of, no one's invincible, you might just win.&lt;br /&gt;true enough, after gaining courage and faith, he geared towards his goal.&lt;br /&gt;trained day and night, till that very day.&lt;br /&gt;the boxer won the first round with the current champion boxer.&lt;br /&gt;but he lost the second round.&lt;br /&gt;the third round was a mystery, the boxer was beaten badly.&lt;br /&gt;his lips were bleeding, face dented with 2 blood spurting eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but he never gave up enduring.&lt;br /&gt;at the very last moment, the boxer attacked from behind.&lt;br /&gt;giving his best shot, until finally the current champion falls to his pride.&lt;br /&gt;and there. he did what was originally impossible in his context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried. i really cried. it was so touching.&lt;br /&gt;day 1 changed my life a little, but i had doubts in myself.&lt;br /&gt;but day 2 really woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2. they continued teaching important skills and techniques as usual.&lt;br /&gt;but what was outstanding on this day was the topic about parents.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought that your parents are naggy?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought that they're selfish?&lt;br /&gt;they kept comparing you with your siblings or relatives or friends.&lt;br /&gt;they beat, cane, whip you. and even chased you with a chopper.&lt;br /&gt;you complained that they'd never give you your own privacy.&lt;br /&gt;everyday after reaching home, you just go in your room and slam the door shut.&lt;br /&gt;not talking to them a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironic, don't you see?&lt;br /&gt;on the parents side. they'll be thinking,&lt;br /&gt;"my ahboy or ahgirl last time everyday come home talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;but now why they reach home go room ji tao slam door ley?"&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how lonely and neglected they felt.&lt;br /&gt;you really don't need me to explain the other points, it's all for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made me really cry was the trainer.&lt;br /&gt;he was telling us about those kind of mean, selfish and hurting things we did/said to our parents.&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows that freedom will be waiting for you at the age of 21.&lt;br /&gt;so this particular trainer wished yearly for his 21st bday to come fast so that he could be free.&lt;br /&gt;but on that very day, after his parents bought him his 21st bday cake,&lt;br /&gt;BANG. car accident. parents left the world.&lt;br /&gt;freedom.&lt;br /&gt;freedom?&lt;br /&gt;now that there's no parents, you're free now. are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;and he wished he had never wished for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;but he deeply knew that this wish would never come true.&lt;br /&gt;it's over now. regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he was telling us that, all the girls cried. 50% of the boys did too.&lt;br /&gt;we were crying like dogs and slaves. it was so shamefully embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;so he told us to sit fully on the chair, lean forward and put our elbows on our knees.&lt;br /&gt;and with our fingers, cover our eyes so that we can have our PRIVACY and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried till i had migraine.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were like goldfish's.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were pink and puffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how unfilial we had been.&lt;br /&gt;10 months of pregnancy, 16 years of hard work in order to bring us up.&lt;br /&gt;what's even worse is, some degrees holder can't even survive in this world.&lt;br /&gt;my mum ended her studies when she was only p2.&lt;br /&gt;she taught me how to read and pronounce words like:&lt;br /&gt;cloudy day. kao li ley.&lt;br /&gt;rainy day. lei ni ley.&lt;br /&gt;sunny day. sun ni ley.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny. but it's so.. touchingly silly of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when everyone else was crying, i whispered to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"sorry mum, sorry dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his/her white hair.&lt;br /&gt;his/her aged and dry skin.&lt;br /&gt;his/her weak bones and joints.&lt;br /&gt;his/her rheumatism.&lt;br /&gt;his/her dental problems.&lt;br /&gt;his/her high blood pressure, high cholesterol, diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;i was a picky eater. so my mum had to be a rubbish bin and she ate everything up.&lt;br /&gt;she has grown old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. the trainer told us to write a letter for our parents.&lt;br /&gt;to say how sorry we are, how good we had it, how bad we felt.&lt;br /&gt;whilst everyone were tearfully scribbling down their deepest heartfelts,&lt;br /&gt;i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"old mum. i'm sorry i hadn't been a filial daughter in the past 16 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i didn't understand your circumstances, i was selfish, you were selfless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i didn't understand your pains of going through pregnancy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i didn't understand your decision on dropping the idea of abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i brought you so much trouble and pain. you should have just went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why? i know you'll say. because i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now i know why. it's all for my own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it wasn't for you, i'd be knowledge-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it wasn't for you, i'd still be immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it wasn't for you, i'd have picked fights and ended up in the girls' home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it wasn't for you, i'd probably died of lungs cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you mum, so much. you did this all for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yet i screamed, yelled, scolded, and even wanted to push you away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now i see how silly i was. how stupid i was. how immature i had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you stopped your studies at pri2. and yet i demanded so much from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you wanted to work day and night. so that you can give me the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but no, i understand now, it's time for you to rest, mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've worked half of your life away, it's time to enjoy, mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's my turn now. study hard, work hard, earn much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'd work as anything to give me my daily allowances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes i even went out with my friends and spent almost 1000 in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how insensitive i had been. i had been so oblivious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mum. you've grown old. it's all because of me, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mum, i want to say something to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something i've never said to you before in my whole entire 16 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's time i should now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maaa. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're the best mum anyone could have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you were in the past, you are now, you still will be in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for breathing life into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for giving me a chance to see this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for letting me know that such a noble person like you still exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jingjing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and with that, it marked the end of day2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day3.&lt;br /&gt;here comes the final teachings and the final day of joy.&lt;br /&gt;the closing ceremony made me cried rivers.&lt;br /&gt;everyone called their parents down.&lt;br /&gt;except me.&lt;br /&gt;1 by 1, trainers shared with the parents what they shared with us.&lt;br /&gt;then all of them started crying like we did...&lt;br /&gt;seeing our parents cry, we, as their children, cried too.&lt;br /&gt;so it was a crying ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had the song session.&lt;br /&gt;the song was "because you loved me" by celion dion.&lt;br /&gt;everyone sang along. even the parents.&lt;br /&gt;the singing was tear-choked. muffled but our hearts were clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. we had the talking session.&lt;br /&gt;anyone who wants to tell their parents something can do it on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;about 30 people said their stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;all were teary and sad. but they're now clear of their guilt.&lt;br /&gt;they said things like sorry, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;we'd been so selfish and insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;or things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;but my mum was working. for me.&lt;br /&gt;so i got someone to go up and say to the crowd for me.&lt;br /&gt;"when we used to be little kids, our parents caned us strongly.&lt;br /&gt;now, we've grown up. they've grown old.&lt;br /&gt;they no longer have the energy and health to be angry and cane us.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish they could still hold the cane and hit me hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone cried even louder. time can never turn back.&lt;br /&gt;even the trainers cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the moment came. it's time to part. 9pm of day3.&lt;br /&gt;we sang our final song, "you raise me up" by westlife.&lt;br /&gt;each of us stood in front of our parents and sang to them tearfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you raise me up.. so i can stand on mountains..."&lt;br /&gt;and the lyrics went on and on, so did the crying, getting even louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parents cried.&lt;br /&gt;it was heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we hugged everyone, row hug. and said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;parents, children, adults, teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;heart to heart, hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of them, went home with their parents after saying goodbye to our trainers.&lt;br /&gt;and they lived happily ever aft-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. no they didn't and won't.&lt;br /&gt;because deep down, although the parents understood nagging is of no use,&lt;br /&gt;they will still nag. because they care for us.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we learnt a special skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your mum say. "girl/boy ah. do your homework!!"&lt;br /&gt;our hearts translate it to, "my dear, i'm worried for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents. is it really a curse or is it a blessing in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows the answer, let's keep it to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parent. tied in our fates.&lt;br /&gt;they've give us their best and their all.&lt;br /&gt;it's time we do the same for them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7330461642246535649?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7330461642246535649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-guys.html#comment-form' 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class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;i would like to tell everyone about something very close and real to my heart. an average girl will see a guy as a wimp when he cries, but no, that doesn't prove that he's one. a real guy cries in the heart and sometimes expresses it with tears; a fake guy cries crocodile tears and he's whom you need to fear.♥ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-14695736190523735?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/14695736190523735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-would-like-to-tell-everyone-about.html#comment-form' 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type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;thanks for crying for me although i don't deserve your tears. i have to leave. don't think of what we once used to do together, think about how we even began. you asked me, "what if i have never let you go? will you still be the girl i used to know?" i don't know how to answer this. but now i'm telling you, i'd go with&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; unrequited love rather than feelingless. and, yes, i've changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-8890137132447498378?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3994627703889892354</id><published>2010-02-12T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:51:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;when a door closes, another opens. i think i know what to do. my life is changing dramatically, but it isn't a bad thing. love is in the air, i can feel it. but maybe.. well just maybe.. this year's gonna be the only year i'm willingly spending valentines alone (: ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-3994627703889892354?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' 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id="status_text"&gt;there's really a question probing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;maybe our friends' blessings weren't enough to make us last.&lt;br /&gt;i had a change of heart,&lt;br /&gt;because i don't see what's so good in a damn womaniser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are what you choose to be,&lt;br /&gt;and i have chosen to walk upon the path of true love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would YOURS be?&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/6509988031784499978-7024406910426378450?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7024406910426378450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-really-question-probing-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7024406910426378450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7024406910426378450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-really-question-probing-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-7180422406273222633</id><published>2010-02-10T05:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T05:51:48.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a mysterious note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, thanks for lending me your calculator on the end of year exams(:&lt;br /&gt;i'd failed terribly without your help. happy valentines!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;lijing, be happy, be happy, sing now (:&lt;br /&gt;i think i've been presented with just another choice.&lt;br /&gt;a door closes and another opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt trapped. (: this sounds familiar, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7180422406273222633?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7180422406273222633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/mysterious-note-hey-thanks-for-lending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7180422406273222633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7180422406273222633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/mysterious-note-hey-thanks-for-lending.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-1144889079587619112</id><published>2010-02-09T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:00:33.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for adam khoo's workshop today.&lt;br /&gt;it's a 3 day full course :l today 8am-9pm.&lt;br /&gt;i reached home at 11pm!!&lt;br /&gt;had to rush everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;but i enjoyed the ride on the bus because i don't get to see that everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best, i gave my all, i had little faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get what i want, i got disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i told myself it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still happy! i'm just lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam khoo's workshop really had an impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;it wakes you up by making you face the reality, motivates, and inspires,&lt;br /&gt;it's just like heartaches are to the heart,&lt;br /&gt;hurting it, weakening it yet strengthening it,&lt;br /&gt;but never kills it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave my all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of my decision at least i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever the outcome is,&lt;br /&gt;i'll stand strong as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, 5 days to valentines, anyone up for grabs?)&lt;br /&gt;haha. just joking. 2 particular guys, have to make a choice now.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1144889079587619112?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1144889079587619112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-for-adam-khoos-workshop-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1144889079587619112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1144889079587619112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-for-adam-khoos-workshop-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-4227385568819947276</id><published>2010-02-07T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:18:18.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;fear less, hope more. eat less, chew more. frown less, smile more. whine less, breathe more. hate less, love more. and all good things shall be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-4227385568819947276?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4227385568819947276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/fear-less-hope-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4227385568819947276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4227385568819947276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/fear-less-hope-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6021391502552267799</id><published>2010-02-07T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:41:33.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;my heart shows a truest smile whenever i look at him. be it in the eyes or at the mere backview, i have come to a sudden realisation that he is irreplaceable and incomparable in my eyes. no amount of wealth, nor the equity of popularity and good looks in another guy can make this feeling fade. so don't preach me about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;my heart's choice, this is it, and this is where the line ends at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-6021391502552267799?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6021391502552267799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart-shows-truest-smile-whenever-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6021391502552267799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6021391502552267799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart-shows-truest-smile-whenever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3358754998414195074</id><published>2010-02-07T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:33:55.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;一个人如果不被恶习所染，幸福近矣。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;人生至恶是善谈人过；人生至愚恶闻己过。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;学一分退让，讨一分便宜。增一分享受，减一分福泽。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;平无一事可瞒人，此是大快。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;嫉妒别人，仇视异己，就等于把生命交给别人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;心量狭小，则多烦恼，心量广大，智慧丰饶。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;把自己的欲望降到低最低战，把自己的理性升到最高点，就是圣人。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;未必钱多乐便多，财多累己招烦恼。清贫乐道真自在，无牵无挂乐消遥。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“恶”，恐人知，便是大恶。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“善”，欲人知，不是真善。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;存平等心，行方便事，则天下无事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;怀慈悲心，做慈悲事，则心中太平。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;征服世界，并不伟大，一个征服自己，才是世界上最伟大的人。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;势不可使尽，福不可亨尽，便宜不知占尽，聪明不可用尽。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;扶危周急固为美事。能不自夸，则其德厚矣！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“我欲”是贫穷的标志。事能常足，心常惬，人到无求品自高。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;是非天天有，不听自然无。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;做事不必与俗同，亦不宜与俗异。做事不必令人喜，亦不可令人憎。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;须交有道之人，莫结无义之友。饮清静之茶，莫贪花之酒。开方便之门，闲是非之口。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;受思深处宜先退，得意浓时便可休。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;身安不如心安，屋宽不如心宽。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;莫妒他长，妒长，则己终是短。莫护己短，护短，则己终不长。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;人之心胸，多欲则窄，寡欲则宽。&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/6509988031784499978-3358754998414195074?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3358754998414195074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3358754998414195074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3358754998414195074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8007313772587249809</id><published>2010-02-07T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:22:54.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 只要我们能梦想的，我们就能实现。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;凡事要三思，但比三思更重要的是三思而行。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;只有千锤百炼，才能成为好钢。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;知识给人重量，成就给人光彩，大多数人只是看到了光彩，而不去称量重量。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;最重要的就是不要去看远方模糊的，而要做手边清楚的事。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;世上最重要的事，不在于我们在何处，而在于我们朝着什么方向走。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;行动不一定带来快乐，而无行动则决无快乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;世上没有绝望的处境，只有对处境绝望的人。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;回避现实的人，未来将更不理想。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 相信就是强大，怀疑只会抑制能力，而信仰就是力量。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 恐惧自己受苦的人，已经因为自己的恐惧在受苦。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;在真的生命里，每桩伟业都由信心开始，并由信心跨出第一步。  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;成功呈概率分布，关键是你能不能坚持到成功开始呈现的那一刻。  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;你一天的爱心可能带来别人一生的感谢。 先知三日，富贵十年。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;含泪播种的人一定能含笑收获。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;靠山山会倒，靠水水会流，靠自己永远不倒。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;欲望以提升热忱，毅力以磨平高山。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;只要路是对的，就不怕路远。  &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/6509988031784499978-8007313772587249809?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8007313772587249809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8007313772587249809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8007313772587249809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6318770159432467247</id><published>2010-02-07T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:15:26.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note completing the 36 "I’ve come to realize." At the end, choose the friends you want to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you or I knew you way back when and am interested in what life has taught you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've come to realize that my chest-size...&lt;br /&gt;... i don't like it big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've come to realize that my job(s)...&lt;br /&gt;is always boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've come to realize that when I'm driving...&lt;br /&gt;i'll be dreaming cos i'm not 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've come to realize that I need....&lt;br /&gt;to dream of someone regularly to keep myself happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've come to realize that I have lost...&lt;br /&gt;lost my painful memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've come to realize that I hate it when...&lt;br /&gt;my phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've come to realize that if I'm drunk...&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait and i have to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've come to realize that money...&lt;br /&gt;is everything but is useless, you can't buy love w money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've come to realize that certain people...&lt;br /&gt;are just thorns in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've come to realize that I'll always ...&lt;br /&gt;love and love deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I've come to realize that my sibling(s)...&lt;br /&gt;are drifting further from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've come to realize that my mom...&lt;br /&gt;is spring cleaning the house now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I've come to realize that my cell phone...&lt;br /&gt;is a magnet, always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;i had really weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I've come to realize that last night before I went to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;i rmbred what could have happened on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I've come to realize that right now I am thinking......&lt;br /&gt;about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I've come to realize that my dad....&lt;br /&gt;is full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I've come to realize that when I get on Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;i get stuck on it for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I've come to realize that today...&lt;br /&gt;is a breather for my hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I've come to realize that tonight...&lt;br /&gt;is going to be the best night ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I've come to realize that tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;could be a disaster cos i'm taking a big risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I've come to realize that I really want to...&lt;br /&gt;be in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I've come to realize that the person who is most likely to repost this is...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I've come to realize that life...&lt;br /&gt;is your own creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I've come to realize that this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;is really hectic and nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I've realized the best music to listen to when I am upset...&lt;br /&gt;the time has come to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I've come to realize that my friends..&lt;br /&gt;are cheeky and fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I've come to realize that this year...&lt;br /&gt;WILL be a great great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I've come to realize that my ex...&lt;br /&gt;needs life. almost everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I've come to realize that maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;prick up courage and express myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I've come to realize that I love...&lt;br /&gt;someone whom is the first singaporean i met..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I've come to realize that I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;a guy's heart completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I've come to realize my past...&lt;br /&gt;was bad and regretful but i've got over it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I've come to realize that parties...&lt;br /&gt;can be high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I've come to realize that I'm totally terrified...&lt;br /&gt;of disappointment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I've come to realize that my life...&lt;br /&gt;is my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-6318770159432467247?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6318770159432467247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6318770159432467247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6318770159432467247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3571834168375137856</id><published>2010-02-07T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:55:39.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people. i'll be making a real big move tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether it will be a success or not, i have to make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;soccer for valentines, a huge subject which i'm not even familiar of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i succeed?&lt;br /&gt;or will i be forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope it's the former and not the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-3571834168375137856?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3571834168375137856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3571834168375137856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3571834168375137856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5395443175086404724</id><published>2010-02-03T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:00:36.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I get so weak in the knees I can hardly speak...&lt;br /&gt; I lose control..&lt;br /&gt;Then something takes over me..&lt;br /&gt;In a daze, your love’s so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a phase,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay with me by my side as I swallow my pride...&lt;br /&gt;Your love is so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;It knocks me right off on my feet...&lt;br /&gt;Can’t explain why your love makes me so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posts are only made on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;really busy (: sec4 life is so bombed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIKE IT. masochistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5395443175086404724?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5395443175086404724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-get-so-weak-in-knees-i-can-hardly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5395443175086404724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5395443175086404724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-get-so-weak-in-knees-i-can-hardly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8901926735536027321</id><published>2010-01-31T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:16:21.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;每天起床之后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;我都会去自己比较喜欢的几个空间散下步.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;在伤感的回忆里.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;总能涌出那淡淡的忧伤.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;淡淡的感动.淡淡的心动.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;我喜欢这种被淡淡的忧伤包围的感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;喜欢那文字里所流入出来的亦真亦假的情感&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;凄美的爱与痛 . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;总能深深地久久地打动我那颗敏感的心,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;喜欢那忧伤的回忆里所流淌出来的真情实感,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;喜欢那回忆里所隐藏的无可奈何感,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;喜欢那回忆里所传递出来的让人心痛的感觉.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;真的很喜欢那种感觉,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;真的很喜欢那苦恋里的伤感之感.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;因为它可以快速的传染给我,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;可以深深的把我打动,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;使心里充满了感动和共鸣.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;那伤感的爱也是我能为之陶醉的.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;它的真实：总让人有隐隐的心痛,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;总可以静静的打动我,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;默默的在我心里蔓延.无限的扩张..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;那一张张的伤感图片里,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;充满了人最真实的情感.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;那情感总是那么的强烈,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;那么的凄凉，那么的忧伤..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;那就是我的最爱了.忧伤的图片配上伤感血迹,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;总能让我不可救药地喜欢上他,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;图片的每一个细节.每一个笑容.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;在我眼前跳跃时.我的心灵防线总是瞬间崩溃,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;心里也随之伤感.随之感动.久久的感动.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;我喜欢体会伤感的感觉,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;会很痛很累.但也很美很美...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;我的爱情颜色是抑郁的蓝色,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;注定我的爱情是最孤独的.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;也注定了我会爱上忧郁,恋上伤感.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;我总在自己的世界里和自己不停的做着斗争,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;不知是想挣脱现在身处的这个环境,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;还是在和现在的自我做斗争,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;喜欢被轻易感染的感觉..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;不知不觉.一不小心就爱上了忧郁,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;一个人,孤孤单单,忧忧郁郁,不爱也不行.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;这些忧郁.这些伤感总能轻而易举的触动我最敏感的神经,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;任其把我淹没，使我窒息..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;在这铺天盖地的伤感中,我选择了沉沦,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;任由自己坠入无底的深渊...&lt;/span&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/6509988031784499978-8901926735536027321?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8901926735536027321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8901926735536027321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8901926735536027321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-109684781820774789</id><published>2010-01-30T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:16:09.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50 Little Secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest no matter what, then tag at least fifteen friends.&lt;br /&gt;Repost the title as, " 50 Little Secrets "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;- pets' room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;- it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;- ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. What's your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;- okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. How many sibling do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- 1 sister 1 brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. What's your brother(s) / sister(s) names?&lt;br /&gt;-liping, guowei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;- rooftop terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;- ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;- ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;- not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you think about when you're falling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;- funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;- the time has come to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you trust right now?&lt;br /&gt;- mz, yy, ws, zh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where did you get the shirt that you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- mum bought it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;- my stuffed toy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is you friend that lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Describe your life in one word.&lt;br /&gt;- inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;- someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- what dreams are made of. (hey now) - hilary duff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the person who last yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is your natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;- dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who was the last person to make you sad?&lt;br /&gt;- no one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;- the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Is your hair curly or straight?&lt;br /&gt;-curly on top, straight below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Has anyone called you "scrumptious" before?&lt;br /&gt;- no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- yup :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;- yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;- ya i was really in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you happy with life right now?&lt;br /&gt;- yup:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you currently jealous?&lt;br /&gt;- no, why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What jewelry are you currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What were you doing on friday night?&lt;br /&gt;- playing and shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;- ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there anyone you're really disappointed in right now?&lt;br /&gt;- not really o.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last reason you went to the doctor for?&lt;br /&gt;- i never went to see a doctor since 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;- 1am, tv and computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. about 11months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-109684781820774789?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/109684781820774789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/50-little-secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/109684781820774789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/109684781820774789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/50-little-secrets.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3727590414488519769</id><published>2010-01-30T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:01:22.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once you are tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Answer all the questions honestly, no lying to avoid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 6.55pm p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Name: Baelia Alistair Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Long &amp;amp; straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: 2 earhole piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 155cm. Don't really give a dam :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?: Shirt &amp;amp; shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?: Raffles Place, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite number: 13 obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drink: Plain water &amp;amp; tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite month: December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite breakfast: I don't have breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********Have You Ever***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a police car: Yes, just getting escorted to my premier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: Yes, it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a hot tub: Yup, feels like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: Yeah, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school: Inevitably, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart: Yes, uncountable times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died?: No. I don't cry unless I'm really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Yes, laughed till I rolled on floor :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Used to, but now it's silly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: No, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on: No of course, I'm not that gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********What is************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your room like?: Mirrors, mirrors everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is right beside you?: My precious Spiky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate?: Pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———————-Ever Had- ————————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: Never! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: Yes, but only thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: Nope :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;————————-Do You————————–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight?: Yes, it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;————————–Who—————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you last yell at?: MingZhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contact lenses or glasses?: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———-Final Questions————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?: Now you're gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?: Relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl?: Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the oldest?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indoors or outdoors?: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;——————Today did you———————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to someone you care for?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss anyone?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get sick?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to an ex?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Miss someone: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—————-Last person who——————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You talked to on the phone?: MingZhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Made you cry?: Q.&lt;br /&gt;10. You went to the mall with?: MingZhu, obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;——————Have you——————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been to Mexico?: Yes, loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Been to the US?: Yes &amp;amp; I want to go again :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;——————-Random——————–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have a crush on someone?: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What books are you reading right now?: Cry of the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Future kids names?: Don't think I'm gonna have kids but. Saffron[F] Victor[M].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: Yup, it's been with me since young. Stuffed puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What’s under your bed: Another bed full of pillows or vacant, I sleep on double bunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite sport(s) to watch: Swimming &amp;amp; Badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite place: East Coast Park, Sentosa (anything near the sea :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who do you really hate?: No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have a job?: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What time is it now?: 7.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Done?: Really? :D Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With however long it took you to complete this, post as&lt;br /&gt;“my 5 minutes survey"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-3727590414488519769?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3727590414488519769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-you-are-tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3727590414488519769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3727590414488519769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-you-are-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-9000103245490064147</id><published>2010-01-30T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:55:00.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Once you've been tagged, Fill this out IN YOUR OWN WORDS and repost as, "My Autobiography" ...&lt;br /&gt;And use your own answers, not anyone else's.Then tag 8 other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;br /&gt;pet room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;claustrophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;touched by an angel - sezairi sezali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any celebrity you would marry?&lt;br /&gt;gs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name someone/persons with the same birthday as you:&lt;br /&gt;prince charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, horror film's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any other languages than English?&lt;br /&gt;chinese, hokkien, malay, conversational japanese &amp;amp; dutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been really close passed away?&lt;br /&gt;my beloved terrapin... *R.I.P* 29.June.2005 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;girls talking really loudly, ever wonder what's courtesy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;1. Middle name: alistair&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s): bay &amp;amp; jingjing&lt;br /&gt;3. Current location: bedroom&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you get along with your parent(s)?: sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 2. Are your parents married/separated/divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?: obviously married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Favorites&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream: mint, hazelnut, raspberry, vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;2. Season: winter &amp;amp; fall.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo/conditioner: rainwater Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Thing: trinkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance in the shower? no.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you write on your hand? no.&lt;br /&gt;3. Call people back? ya.&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in God? i'm a freethinker.&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits? ya.&lt;br /&gt;6. Any mental health issues? ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Sprained stuff?: ya.&lt;br /&gt;2. Had physical therapy?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten stitches?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;4. Taken painkillers?: ya.&lt;br /&gt;5. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling?: ya!&lt;br /&gt;6. Thrown up at the dentist?: no?!&lt;br /&gt;7. Sworn in front of your parents?: no.&lt;br /&gt;8. Had detention?: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Who/What was the last&lt;br /&gt;1. Three people who texted you?:&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu, baozhu, priscilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Person you called?:&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you hugged?:&lt;br /&gt;toy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you tackled?:&lt;br /&gt;chuyao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you talked to on MSN?&lt;br /&gt;junkiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thing you touched?:&lt;br /&gt;handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thing you ate?:&lt;br /&gt;pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you drank?:&lt;br /&gt;green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thing you said?:&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Friend you saw yesterday?:&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu &amp;amp; priscilla.&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/6509988031784499978-9000103245490064147?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/9000103245490064147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-fill-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/9000103245490064147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/9000103245490064147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-fill-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5562258449919449332</id><published>2010-01-30T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:46:32.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rule #1:&lt;br /&gt;If you open this you take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2:&lt;br /&gt;You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #3:&lt;br /&gt;Tag as many random friends you want. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer True or False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed someone on your friends list? True.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been arrested? False&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like someone? True.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Held a snake? True.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been suspended from school? False.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sang karaoke? True.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do? True.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Laughed until you started crying? True.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Caught a snowflake on your tongue? True, yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain? True.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sang in the shower? True!&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sat on a roof top? True, back in my old house in England.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? True.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken a bone? True.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shaved your head? False.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone? True! :D&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shot a gun? False&lt;br /&gt;Q: Donated Blood? True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be 100% truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu &amp;amp; priscilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You texted?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu &amp;amp; chuyao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you went to shop with?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu &amp;amp; priscilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu &amp;amp; priscilla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu &amp;amp; chuyao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- i forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;- moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall?&lt;br /&gt;- winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or Right?&lt;br /&gt;- left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;- rainy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;- singapore, raffles place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Club or pub?&lt;br /&gt;- club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are there 1 or 2 people who you can always trust and rely on?&lt;br /&gt;- sure do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;br /&gt;- twirl, put on spoon, and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;- 6.42 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;- not commitment but intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your greatest hope/wish?&lt;br /&gt;- to be able to love truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Current mood?&lt;br /&gt;- sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Listened to music?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Danced?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Liked someone you can't?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Who was your first prom date?&lt;br /&gt;- m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was your first roommate?&lt;br /&gt;- gs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time?&lt;br /&gt;- i forgot. blue balls on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your first car?&lt;br /&gt;- toy car LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When did you go to your first funeral and viewing?&lt;br /&gt;- when i was 1 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your first grade teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- esmund chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;- airplane: amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was your first Best Friend?&lt;br /&gt;- hx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- mz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;- mz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or groomsman?&lt;br /&gt;- brother's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the first thing you did when you got up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- off my handphone's alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. First tattoo or piercing?&lt;br /&gt;- tattoo as an artificial birthmark. (removed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. First celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;- gs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. First crush?&lt;br /&gt;- kh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5562258449919449332?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5562258449919449332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rule-1-if-you-open-this-you-take-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5562258449919449332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5562258449919449332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rule-1-if-you-open-this-you-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6758356905367366619</id><published>2010-01-30T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:39:38.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you get more than 30, get some counseling.&lt;br /&gt;If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 11-20, you are normal.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.&lt;br /&gt;People who don’t have any are full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 of your friends and find out whether or not they suffer paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I TAGGED YOU, YOU BETTER DO IT. :)&lt;br /&gt;I fear ...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] black people&lt;br /&gt;[x] the dark&lt;br /&gt;[ ] staying single forever&lt;br /&gt;[x] being a parent&lt;br /&gt;[x] being myself in front of others&lt;br /&gt;[ ] open spaces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] closed spaces (when I know I cant get out easily)&lt;br /&gt;[x] heights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dogs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] birds&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiders&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flowers or other plants&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being touched&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fire&lt;br /&gt;[ ] deep deep water&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snakes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] silk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the ocean&lt;br /&gt;[ ] failure&lt;br /&gt;[ ] success&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thunder/lightning&lt;br /&gt;[ ] frogs/toads&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad&lt;br /&gt;[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends mom&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jumping from high places&lt;br /&gt;[ ] snow&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rain&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wind&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crossing hanging bridges&lt;br /&gt;[ ] death&lt;br /&gt;[ ] heaven&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being robbed/mugged&lt;br /&gt;[ ] falling&lt;br /&gt;[x] clowns&lt;br /&gt;[x] dolls&lt;br /&gt;[ ] large crowds of people&lt;br /&gt;[ ] men&lt;br /&gt;[ ] women&lt;br /&gt;[ ] having great responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;[ ] doctors&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] incurable diseases&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sharks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;[ ] scary movies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] poverty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[ ] school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] trains&lt;br /&gt;[ ] odd numbers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] even numbers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] being alone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] becoming blind&lt;br /&gt;[ ] becoming deaf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] growing up, old&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] creepy noises in the night&lt;br /&gt;[ ] not accomplishing my dreams/goals&lt;br /&gt;[ ] needles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now re-post with:&lt;br /&gt;“I'm afraid of _6_ out of 62 common fears"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tag ten people and let them fill out the note,&lt;br /&gt;see what they are scared of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-6758356905367366619?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6758356905367366619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-get-more-than-30-get-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6758356905367366619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6758356905367366619'/><link 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Ya, as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;2) Is this person your enemy? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person taller than you? Yes, a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: BaoYi&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you really think of this person? Funny &amp;amp; friendly.&lt;br /&gt;2) What’s her favourite color? Green I think.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever danced with her? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Crystal&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you like this person? Ya, as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;2) Where did you meet this person? School.&lt;br /&gt;3) How old is she? 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : Daniel&lt;br /&gt;1) How long have you known her? Since primary6.&lt;br /&gt;2) Biggest regret? Never.&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you ever quarreled with this person? Never, he's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Elisabeth&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you met her parents? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;2) Worst thing about this person? Being teased by me :D.&lt;br /&gt;3) Best thing about this person? A good girlfriend *cough*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Felicia&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever dated this person? Yeah as a friend :D.&lt;br /&gt;2) When is the next time you will see her? Probably never again.&lt;br /&gt;3) Did you go to school with her? Once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Gerald&lt;br /&gt;1) Is he a good listener? Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever lived with this person? Oh no no, cannot!&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person nice? Yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: Haresh&lt;br /&gt;1) What year is he in? Sec3.&lt;br /&gt;2) Is he your best friend? One of my best male friends.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever done something illegal with that person? Nope, we're legal! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Ixia&lt;br /&gt;1) What is this person’s favourite food? Pasta I think.&lt;br /&gt;2) Where did you meet this person? Web.&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you trust this person? Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Jeanne&lt;br /&gt;1) Does she have any siblings? Ya I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you know her favourite song? No but probably rock songs.&lt;br /&gt;3) What would you do if she confessed she liked you? *Eye pop out* O.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: KangHua&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you both first met? 10 (:&lt;br /&gt;2) What's his favourite thing to do? Being himself.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever danced with this person? Yes I think cos he's my first love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: LiHui (cousin)&lt;br /&gt;1) What would you do if you had never met this person? I'll lose another blood-related friend.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like her? Yeah! As a friend and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you go to Disney World with this person? Sure do, would be lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Max&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person older than you? Yes, by 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;2) Is this person single? Ever since I left him.&lt;br /&gt;3) How many times do you talk to her in a week? Not gonna talk to him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Nathan&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person your friend? Ya!&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you seen this person cry? Naaw, he's joyful.&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you ever wanted to punch him? Maybe a friendly punch, or else no :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: Olivia&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you two related? Friends.&lt;br /&gt;2) Could you live with this person? Nope, interrupt her privacy.&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you believe this person is gay? No. Never. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Pavithra&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever been to the mall with this person? Does Seoul Garden counts?&lt;br /&gt;2) How about a sleepover with her? Would be really fun!&lt;br /&gt;3) Does this person have a job? Salesgirl :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: QuanKai&lt;br /&gt;1) Does this person drink alcohol? No, but I don't think he minds anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you seen this person dance? Ya, during Sec3 camp he danced w. Feodore.&lt;br /&gt;3) Where does he work? Not sure, but he definitely has a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you heard this person sing? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever gone anywhere with her? Yes when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;3) Whats one thing you would change about this person? Whatever she wants to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: SamuelGoh&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person taller than you? Hell lots taller!&lt;br /&gt;2) What do you think is her hobby? Hanging out, slacking, computerised gaming.&lt;br /&gt;3) Does she live close to you? Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: TeckShuean&lt;br /&gt;1) Would you do anything for her? Anything except absurd stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you been to her house? Yes, when I was his gf.&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person a narcissist? No, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: Uzumaki&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person in a relationship? Yes, he's so popular with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you know where he lives? Japan, Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;3) What language does this person speak? Japanese &amp;amp; English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: Victor&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you see this person alot? Used to.&lt;br /&gt;2) When did you meet her? One year ago.&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person your friend? Ex boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: WeiSian&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever gone shopping with this person? Yes :D!&lt;br /&gt;2) Name the friends that both of you have? Max, Liana.&lt;br /&gt;3) What color eyes does this person have? Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: XinYu&lt;br /&gt;1) Why are you friends with her? Cos we're here to love as friends :P.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you think this person will repost this? Don't expect her to, but anything.&lt;br /&gt;3) Does this person play any instruments? Piano &amp;amp; violin I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: YiTing (Jolene)&lt;br /&gt;1) Does this person wear make-up? Naaw, we're authentic &amp;amp; lazy :D.&lt;br /&gt;2) Does this person play the piano? Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;3) What is one thing that reminds you of this person? Maplestory XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: ZaraLarsson&lt;br /&gt;1) Does this person have Msn? No, she's too busy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Is this person quiet or loud? Amazingly loud &amp;amp; quiet!&lt;br /&gt;3) Does this person have any special skills? Oh yes obviously, she won Europe'sGotTalent 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-4229026944238654080?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4229026944238654080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/amira-1-do-you-love-this-person-ya-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4229026944238654080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4229026944238654080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/amira-1-do-you-love-this-person-ya-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-4867777509465056270</id><published>2010-01-30T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:35:51.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you name 30 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 30 people. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mingzhu&lt;br /&gt;2. priscilla&lt;br /&gt;3. ziling&lt;br /&gt;4. minghui&lt;br /&gt;5. weiliang&lt;br /&gt;6. firdaus&lt;br /&gt;7. samuel g&lt;br /&gt;8. haresh&lt;br /&gt;9. zhenhwee&lt;br /&gt;10. malathi&lt;br /&gt;11. menatchi&lt;br /&gt;12. vivekha&lt;br /&gt;13. nazeera&lt;br /&gt;14. nicholas&lt;br /&gt;15. junkiet&lt;br /&gt;16. laikuan&lt;br /&gt;17. yaozhi&lt;br /&gt;18. chuyao&lt;br /&gt;19. liping&lt;br /&gt;20. vera&lt;br /&gt;21. dowon&lt;br /&gt;22. gerald&lt;br /&gt;23. weisian&lt;br /&gt;24. lianaong&lt;br /&gt;23. bunheng&lt;br /&gt;24. linwei&lt;br /&gt;25. pavithra&lt;br /&gt;26. chiwen&lt;br /&gt;27. alethea&lt;br /&gt;28. shanice&lt;br /&gt;29. melissa&lt;br /&gt;30. shirleyphan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;• How did you meet 10? (malathi)&lt;br /&gt;301 classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if you had never met 6? (firdaus)&lt;br /&gt;LOL. not fun already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 20 and 15 dated? (vera &amp;amp; junkiet)&lt;br /&gt;LOL! wish them happily ever after..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• If you could marry between 6 and 14 who will it be? (firdaus &amp;amp; nicholas)&lt;br /&gt;what! nicholas 2nd time already! but this time is nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Did you ever like 9? (zhenhwee)&lt;br /&gt;ya as a babi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Have you ever seen 4 cry? (minghui)&lt;br /&gt;ya i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would 4 and 12 make a good couple? (minghui &amp;amp; vivekha)&lt;br /&gt;no.. that would be terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would number 1 and 2 make a good couple? (mingzhu &amp;amp; priscilla)&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Describe 8 (haresh)&lt;br /&gt;hairy naughty chatty fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do you like 18? (chuyao)&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Tell me something about 17 (yaozhi)&lt;br /&gt;he's my mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What's 7's favourite colour? (samuelg)&lt;br /&gt;black cos he's emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you? (mingzhu)&lt;br /&gt;WTF LOL. she belongs to esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When was the last time you talked to number 15? (junkiet)&lt;br /&gt;just did on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How do you think 19 feels about you? (liping)&lt;br /&gt;she hates me cos i keep tickling her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What languages does 13 speak? (nazeera)&lt;br /&gt;tamil &amp;amp; english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Who is 2 going out with? (priscilla)&lt;br /&gt;M*** :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What grade is 16 in? (laikuan)&lt;br /&gt;sec3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is 5's favorite music? (weiliang)&lt;br /&gt;piano pieces, kiss the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever date 3? (ziling)&lt;br /&gt;cannot la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 11 single? (menatchi)&lt;br /&gt;ya but not for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is 22's last name? (gerald)&lt;br /&gt;seah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 7? (samuelg)&lt;br /&gt;NONONO cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Where does 24 live? (linwei)&lt;br /&gt;LOL, haystack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you think about 20? (vera)&lt;br /&gt;she looks like mingzhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is the best thing about 4? (minghui)&lt;br /&gt;she's a sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 21 hard-working? (dowon)&lt;br /&gt;no! slacker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What would you like to tell 13 right now? (nazeera)&lt;br /&gt;i know you like faris... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How did you meet 23? (weisian)&lt;br /&gt;maplestory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What is the best and worst thing about 5? (weiliang)&lt;br /&gt;he can cook! and he's smitten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to know 12 forever? (vivekha)&lt;br /&gt;i think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• How long have you known 26? (chiwen)&lt;br /&gt;since sec2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Who is 24? (linwei)&lt;br /&gt;he's da bomb, linwei the viagra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Are you or did you ever date 28? (shanice)&lt;br /&gt;OH NO NO NO i'll be hospitalised immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do you have a crush on 27? (alethea)&lt;br /&gt;cannot la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Would you kiss 25? (pavithra)&lt;br /&gt;LOL ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Have you hugged/kissed 22? (gerald)&lt;br /&gt;hmm. nope! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Is 29 your BFF? (melissa)&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What do you hate about 23? (bunheng)&lt;br /&gt;nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What's your relationship with 30? (shirleyphan)&lt;br /&gt;friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-4867777509465056270?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4867777509465056270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-name-30-people-you-can-think-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4867777509465056270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4867777509465056270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-you-name-30-people-you-can-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-7999096205963039777</id><published>2010-01-30T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:15:16.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A-re you single?:&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-uy your own clothes?:&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-an you lick your elbow?:&lt;br /&gt;can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-escribe the perfect guy/girl:&lt;br /&gt;understanding and "chemistrilious".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-ver puked after a roller coaster?:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-riends with benefits are OK, right?:&lt;br /&gt;errr. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-ood looks are the most important thing?:&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-ave you said “I love you” and meant it?:&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-s Facebook your lifeline?:&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-ealousy can be described as:&lt;br /&gt;kills the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-iss and tell?:&lt;br /&gt;no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-ife isn’t worth living if:&lt;br /&gt;there's no love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-oments you share with whom are unforgettable?:&lt;br /&gt;ya, but now i've got over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-ever:&lt;br /&gt;never give chances when there's no love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-ver your latest ex?:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-erson who makes you laugh the hardest:&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q-ueen Bee in the 3rd grade was:&lt;br /&gt;honey! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-andom quote you love:&lt;br /&gt;"you and i can only be strangers, and that's where the line ends at"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-een any good movies lately?:&lt;br /&gt;yeaps. awesome horror movies :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-he first friend you ever had was:&lt;br /&gt;my English teacher back in england.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-nder what circumstances would you cheat on your partner?:&lt;br /&gt;if i don't feel that it's not the time to admit yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-ery awkard situations make you:&lt;br /&gt;uncomfortable but i'll go through it thick-skinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-hat does your ideal dinner consist of?:&lt;br /&gt;moon. river. wind. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-boy/girlfriends are good for:&lt;br /&gt;using them to tease your current partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y-our best advice on life is:&lt;br /&gt;people changes, things go wrong; but always remember, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z-ebra print?:&lt;br /&gt;paw print :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7999096205963039777?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7999096205963039777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-you-single-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7999096205963039777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7999096205963039777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-you-single-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-7618475588457930525</id><published>2010-01-30T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:09:13.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you kissed someone in 2009 that means a lot to you?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. he once meant the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to and what does it remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;the time has come to say goodbye; reminds me of my previous self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone who you instantly smile when you receive a message from?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos do you want to get?&lt;br /&gt;0. i don't appreciate myself tormenting my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the latest you've stayed up in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;8am (3 days gone w.out sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s your phone right now?&lt;br /&gt;beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep while texting someone?&lt;br /&gt;yes, a lot of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;rarely gets calls because i've restricted incoming calls.&lt;br /&gt;probably mingzhu, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;intuition, 5seconds before my alarm rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;pets' room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you dislike about the day you're having:&lt;br /&gt;boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you disappointed in anyone?&lt;br /&gt;maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are being extremely quiet, what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;still water runs deep, it means i'm thinking deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made a mistake this past week?&lt;br /&gt;ya. but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything in your past that you'd like to try again?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. camps? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your life story would make a great movie?&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a night you would like to put on repeat and live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Yups, every camp i've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you sick of?&lt;br /&gt;gangster guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing anyone/something?&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite missing somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you will kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you imagining anyone naked right now?&lt;br /&gt;LOL... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;cry and complain. laugh and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to see somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;ermm. long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;anyone if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;... don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to your ex?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu. LOL. yelled for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you really need right now?&lt;br /&gt;someone to kill my loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dirty mind?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you give anyone his/her first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;er. i think i gave 2 guys theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your biological father?&lt;br /&gt;5 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you treat yourself well?&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have friends living in other countries?&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather live by yourself or with a randomly chosen roommate?&lt;br /&gt;alone. all those privacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time someone asked you to be their girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;2weeks ago or around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your fifth text say?&lt;br /&gt;"ok don't be angry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First S in your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;samuel(g)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a girl sat on your bed before?&lt;br /&gt;no way! ny bed is MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed anyone eighteen or older?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you talked to your ex?&lt;br /&gt;months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you?&lt;br /&gt;no &amp;amp; i don't want anyone to think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen your best friend cry?&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu? rarely but yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many texts are in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Forever emptied incase someone peeps. [privacy!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that cheating is okay?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs remind you of certain people?&lt;br /&gt;yeah of course. memories of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;erm. my toy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you texted male or female?&lt;br /&gt;female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to?&lt;br /&gt;don't bother to think about them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your next kiss be a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;i'll never kiss again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you don't ever want to be out of your life?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'm a major facade myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recall the last time you sincerely liked someone a lot?&lt;br /&gt;yeah =l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can people tell if you're in a bad mood&lt;br /&gt;when my face has a frown or when i'm quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get "good morning" texts from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your past?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you want to say to someone but can't/won't?&lt;br /&gt;"don't think too much, it's not what you think" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FINALLY COMPLETED!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7618475588457930525?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7618475588457930525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-you-kissed-someone-in-2009-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7618475588457930525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7618475588457930525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-you-kissed-someone-in-2009-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-1272893461786362073</id><published>2010-01-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:57:08.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my real name is Baelia Alistair Pan Li Jing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i have a weird vibe w. dogs, they won't ever dare to bite me :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i like movies &amp;amp; pasta, you know what that means (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm everything you can describe as, just depend on my mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i started singing since I was about 1 yr-old, &amp;amp; that's th rest of th history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i like th colors : black, grey &amp;amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i like plain water, green tea &amp;amp; earl grey, totally nothing else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i'm half malay, half chinese, half english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i believe in fate, and superstitious things (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) is short, but is contented so long as i'm not a bamboo stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) i'm horribly afraid of creepy crawlies &amp;amp; babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) is afraid of human-shaped wax figurines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) i have a deep understanding of psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) i have an eccentric friend who is an ardent teaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) is usually indolent &amp;amp; lax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) i love to cry, yet i love to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) likes th sound &amp;amp; view of water. is terribly afraid of fires but likes to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) likes electrostatic &amp;amp; isn't afraid of getting shocked except high voltage -.- &lt;-- dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) i love winter &amp;amp; autumn seasons (:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) i'm extremely proud of my 6 dogs : Spiky, Cookie, Candy, Tiny, Lint, Ruby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) i own 7 cats. sadly 3 of them are w. my brother now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) i once saw my grandmother's death photo smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) loves to daydream when she's bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) is a bad-good girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) committed uncountable sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Finally. Sorry lazy to tag anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1272893461786362073?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1272893461786362073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are_6656.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1272893461786362073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1272893461786362073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are_6656.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-2427440015795251253</id><published>2010-01-30T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:52:51.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like and include me. You can't use the artist I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick Your Artist: Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a boy or a girl?: Queen of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself: I'm every woman's million dollar bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?: So emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live: Heartbreak hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go? : Where do broken hearts go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is: The bodyguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like?: It's not right but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?: I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you?: Greatest love of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current relationship: I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: All the man that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give? : I believe in you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to die: How will I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul's present condition: Didn't we almost have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto: Could I have this kiss forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-2427440015795251253?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2427440015795251253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/using-only-song-names-from-one-artist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2427440015795251253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2427440015795251253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/using-only-song-names-from-one-artist.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-9126477051509101419</id><published>2010-01-30T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:51:08.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, copy and paste this note, erase my answers and enter your own, tag people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: green tea.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: touched by an angel - sezairi sezali.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: yes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: no way.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: yes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: yes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: yes.&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;writer's&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. black&lt;br /&gt;13. grey&lt;br /&gt;14. white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU? (2010)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: yes.&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: yes.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: yeah!&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: yes.&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: yes!&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: yes! @#(&amp;amp;$@#(&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: yes.&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: a lot.&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: 0. hate babies.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: dogs, cats, hamsters, rabbit, terrapin.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: no.&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: celebrate alone): .&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: talking to him!&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: 5 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i want to go back to 201.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: crazy for you - madonna&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: nope.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: www.blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: lijing!&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: bay, jingjing, vixen, hu li jing(-.-_)&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: single&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: scorpio&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: female.&lt;br /&gt;41. Elementary?: sec4.&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School?: queensway&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college?: -&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: long.&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 155cm.&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: yes, not going to say :D.&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: i'm low profiled.&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: yes.&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: somewhere out there...&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: on my spine.&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: collar bone.&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: huixian.&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: swimming/badminton.&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: waffle!&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: big girls don't cry - fergie.&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for: a day to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: never, hate/phobic of babies.&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: no, don't wanna be tied down.&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: freeloader. uh, pet trainer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: eyes.&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: neither. erm, maybe hugs.&lt;br /&gt;69. Taller or shorter: taller.&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: older.&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: romantic.&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: stomach =x.&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: relationships.&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: trouble maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: yes.&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: yes.&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: no.&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: wth no.&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: yes thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: no.&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: yes.&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: no, i rarely cry for others.&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend: yes, in fact, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: you can when you believe!&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: yes:D&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: rare but yes.&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: yup!&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: PRESENTS!! *ransack his bag*:D&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date?: maybe.&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: cupid angels! LOVE is in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: yes.&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: yes considering a white lie.&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: start of 201!&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: er. 201 class camp?&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: ya?&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: yup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-9126477051509101419?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/9126477051509101419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/9126477051509101419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/9126477051509101419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-9071127087825507944</id><published>2010-01-30T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:35:47.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What is your nickname?:&lt;br /&gt;bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you enjoy drama?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, especially romance filled ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you a girly girl?:&lt;br /&gt;just a normal girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person you hugged?:&lt;br /&gt;my toy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Small or large purses?:&lt;br /&gt;small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you short?:&lt;br /&gt;i would pride myself below average instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like somebody:&lt;br /&gt;yeah but i'm not telling YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What would you do if someone smacked your butt?:&lt;br /&gt;if that someone is my crazy friends, i'll probably smack back.&lt;br /&gt;if it's a stranger, i'll just ignore him or he'll probably suffer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you care if your socks are dirty?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you dress up on Halloween?:&lt;br /&gt;baby vampire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you double jointed?:&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?:&lt;br /&gt;erm.. rooftop terrace... [was just trying to see stars]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you call anybody by their last name?:&lt;br /&gt;ya LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How many guys/girls will read this just because it says “Guy/Girl Confessions”?:&lt;br /&gt;0. despos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“X” Marks the Spot:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do wear make up&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have cried at a movie theater.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can put mascara on without opening my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think Johnny Depp is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like death/grind/black metal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like rap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like country&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I carry a purse.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’d be lost without my computer.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own a Spice Girls CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own a Britney Spears CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own a boy band CD.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I get bored watching football.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve never been called a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Guys are confusing. (at times)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I’ve been called a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have/had a piercing other than my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What color is your underwear that your wearing?:&lt;br /&gt;=.=" black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you prefer light or dark haired guys/girls?:&lt;br /&gt;i like it blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you currently frustrated with a boy/girl?:&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you have a best friend(s)?:&lt;br /&gt;sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever had your heart broken?:&lt;br /&gt;ya. but it's okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?:&lt;br /&gt;why should i! i rather die than getting cut by a knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like your life?:&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty inspirational &amp;amp; melancholic like titanic. but yes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. has one of your friends ever stolen a boy/girlfriend from you?:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?:&lt;br /&gt;boys. can't get along w girls. 1 mingzhu is enough, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How long have you had Facebook?:&lt;br /&gt;since 2009/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever slapped a boy/girl in the face? :&lt;br /&gt;ya. he deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What are your biggest fears?:&lt;br /&gt;wax figurines shaped like a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?:&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?:&lt;br /&gt;yup i once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you believe in the saying “once a cheater, always a cheater”?:&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever had a good feeling about something?:&lt;br /&gt;yupyupyup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you ever wish you were famous?:&lt;br /&gt;no. i live humbly &amp;amp; solitary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you currently missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;quite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy or that girl?&lt;br /&gt;this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk/Goth or Gangster?:&lt;br /&gt;goth. i rather go with goth than choosing fake guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preppy or Cowboy/girl?:&lt;br /&gt;cowboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face or Body?:&lt;br /&gt;face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet or Sexy?:&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-educated or Dropout?:&lt;br /&gt;well-educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armani or Abercrombie?:&lt;br /&gt;armani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City-slicker or Rural Guy?:&lt;br /&gt;rural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue, Green, Grey, or Brown eyes?:&lt;br /&gt;blue or grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contacts or Glasses?:&lt;br /&gt;glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Questions.&lt;br /&gt;36. Eyeliner or Mascara?:&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Louis Vuitton or Dooney &amp;amp; Bourke?:&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Pumps or flats?:&lt;br /&gt;flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Skirts or pants?:&lt;br /&gt;pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Socks or leggings?:&lt;br /&gt;socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Hoodies or jackets?:&lt;br /&gt;jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Heels or sneakers?:&lt;br /&gt;sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Straight or curly hair?:&lt;br /&gt;straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hoop or dangling earrings?:&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. White or black?:&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Victoria’s Secret or Bath and Body Works?:&lt;br /&gt;none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Smoothies or lattes?:&lt;br /&gt;smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Diet or regular sodas?:&lt;br /&gt;diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Water or daiquiris?:&lt;br /&gt;water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Pearls or diamonds?:&lt;br /&gt;pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Vintage or boho?:&lt;br /&gt;vintage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Mary-Kate or Ashley Olsen?:&lt;br /&gt;ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Lindsay or Hilary?:&lt;br /&gt;hilary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Ipod or cell phone?:&lt;br /&gt;cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Friends or family?:&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Lip gloss or lip stick?:&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Manicure or pedicure?:&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Tiffany’s or Chanel?:&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Love or peace?:&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Sunglasses or purses?:&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a girl or guy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny or Serious?:&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or Daredevil?:&lt;br /&gt;romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute or Hot?:&lt;br /&gt;cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Eyes or Light Eyes?:&lt;br /&gt;dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Hair or Short Hair?:&lt;br /&gt;not too long and not too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly Hair or Straight Hair?:&lt;br /&gt;straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean-cut or Rough?:&lt;br /&gt;clean-cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Dancer or Good Singer?:&lt;br /&gt;good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball Player or Football Player?:&lt;br /&gt;football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jock or Rebel?:&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoker or Non-smoker?:&lt;br /&gt;non-smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Druggie or Clean?:&lt;br /&gt;clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a Motorcycle or Has a Sports Car?:&lt;br /&gt;sports car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beard/Mustache or Clean-shaven?:&lt;br /&gt;clean shave. beard makes him look ancient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger or Older?:&lt;br /&gt;older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Player or Loyal?:&lt;br /&gt;loyal. who wants to be played?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-9071127087825507944?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/9071127087825507944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_6821.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/9071127087825507944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/9071127087825507944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_6821.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3881367675589144115</id><published>2010-01-30T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:19:27.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me for a while - Rednex&lt;br /&gt;: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Disturbia - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;: hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Get up on the dance floor - George Sampson&lt;br /&gt;: groovy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the rain - Yiruma&lt;br /&gt;: erm... that's abit plain huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous - Akon&lt;br /&gt;: whao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Better in time - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;: indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;One in a million - Hannah Montana&lt;br /&gt;: waa. true enough (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody dance now - Bob Sin Clar&lt;br /&gt;: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;7 things - Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;: oooo..kay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Bypass/擦肩而过 - Sam Li Sheng Jie&lt;br /&gt;: so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Who's loving you? - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;: HAHA :D yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when it rain - Secret Garden&lt;br /&gt;: yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Dancing out rainbows/舞出彩虹 - Shi Xin Hui&lt;br /&gt;: maybe :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;: erm.. yup, i'll always be thr for him :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;because of you - Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;: WHY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hands/握你的手 - Guang Liang&lt;br /&gt;: oooh! romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Fairytale/童话 - Guang Liang&lt;br /&gt;: so touching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;River flows in you - Yiruma&lt;br /&gt;: ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;: O.O everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Written in the stars - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;: so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Singing in the rain - Mint Royale&lt;br /&gt;: LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding love - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;: true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Toxic - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;: maybe. go high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;A little too not over you - David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;: very true :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;  idreamed a dream - Les Miserables&lt;br /&gt;: does this means that i'll never get married? yay GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Where do broken hearts go - Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;: yeah, having no way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel brand new - Redwan Ali&lt;br /&gt;: erm.. myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;puzzle of my heart - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;: love it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;: i'm lonely! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful - Rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;: HUH?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-3881367675589144115?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3881367675589144115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_9014.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3881367675589144115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3881367675589144115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_9014.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8207212083538457312</id><published>2010-01-30T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:13:38.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're a guy - post this as my kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;if you're a girl - post it as my kind of boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;br /&gt;- average will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Smart?&lt;br /&gt;- ya! but not like a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;br /&gt;- older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;br /&gt;- 1 head taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;- teasing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;- don't really like it, but anything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;br /&gt;- ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;br /&gt;- uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;br /&gt;- just be true with your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;br /&gt;- normal build will really do, i don't really like balloon or bamboo guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;br /&gt;- any color will be fine really o.o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;- not too short, not too long, just touching collar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;br /&gt;- human. i don't want plastic/metal robots o.o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;br /&gt;- erm.. it's okay. just don't stink (LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;- never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;br /&gt;- don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;br /&gt;- can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;br /&gt;- no, lean will do, i don't want balloon guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;br /&gt;- great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;- no, don't like guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;br /&gt;- ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;br /&gt;- yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Vain?&lt;br /&gt;- ew, vain guys are gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;br /&gt;- anything:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. With braces?&lt;br /&gt;- that's fine... i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;br /&gt;- not really.. but not too daring also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;- good rebellious guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;br /&gt;- active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;br /&gt;- uhh.. bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;br /&gt;- dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;br /&gt;- nonono i don't want a blinkblink type of guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm nope, too fake for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-until-you-drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;- no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;br /&gt;- looks cute. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;br /&gt;- er.. as long as i like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;br /&gt;- ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Playful?&lt;br /&gt;- yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;br /&gt;- i'll never fall for flirts, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;br /&gt;- actually it's fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Serious?&lt;br /&gt;- at the right time. guys are cute when they're serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Painter?&lt;br /&gt;- no please, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Religious?&lt;br /&gt;- anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;br /&gt;- sure do, but know where's the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;br /&gt;- ew no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;br /&gt;- no. too impressive, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;br /&gt;- faithful. loyal is for pets, for goodness sake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;- uhmm.. let's not get carried away shall we? anything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. 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At the end, choose 26 people to be tagged. You have to tag me so really you just need 25 more people. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you - but not in a creepy stalker kind of way. It's a good way to learn more about your friends without INTRUDING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 3's of Me, tag 26 people - in the right hand corner of the app - then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names I go by:&lt;br /&gt;i. bay&lt;br /&gt;ii. lijing&lt;br /&gt;iii. siaoeh &lt;-- LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;i. cash register&lt;br /&gt;ii. babysitter&lt;br /&gt;iii. delivery girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;i. cheshire, warrington&lt;br /&gt;ii. singapore&lt;br /&gt;iii. kuantan, malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite drinks:&lt;br /&gt;i. plain water&lt;br /&gt;ii. green tea&lt;br /&gt;iii. earl grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three TV Shows that I watch:&lt;br /&gt;i. just for laugh gags :D&lt;br /&gt;ii. america's got talent&lt;br /&gt;iii. britain's got talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Countries I have been:&lt;br /&gt;i. england!&lt;br /&gt;ii. korea!&lt;br /&gt;iii. america!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that call me regularly:&lt;br /&gt;i. mingzhu (&lt;-- always first position)&lt;br /&gt;ii. priscilla&lt;br /&gt;iii.  get lots of anonymous calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;i. subway! (eat fresh XD)!&lt;br /&gt;ii. snow roll (ice)&lt;br /&gt;iii. waffles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three friends I think will respond:&lt;br /&gt;i. mingzhu (&lt;-- yet again)&lt;br /&gt;ii. priscilla&lt;br /&gt;iii. yanyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;i. winter season! christmas!&lt;br /&gt;ii. halloween! trick or treating!&lt;br /&gt;iii. valentine's day! love is in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things that are always by your side:&lt;br /&gt;i. cellphone&lt;br /&gt;ii. earpiece&lt;br /&gt;iii. keys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1067752752514992473?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1067752752514992473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-youve-been-tagged-you-are-supposed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1067752752514992473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1067752752514992473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-youve-been-tagged-you-are-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-2827705722861008983</id><published>2010-01-30T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:59:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go to: &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this),"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://thesurrealist.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/slogan.cgi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your name in, and generate slogan after each question.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 20 people including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you say to yourself every morning?&lt;br /&gt;You've come to, Baelia.&lt;br /&gt;: erm.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want other people to say about you?&lt;br /&gt;New thinking, new Baelia.&lt;br /&gt;: true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone asked you out, your answer is...&lt;br /&gt;Which twins has the Baelia?&lt;br /&gt;: lol..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How would you answer a booty call?&lt;br /&gt;You can really taste the Baelia!&lt;br /&gt;: what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How would you introduce yourself to someone you really like?&lt;br /&gt;My Baelia to yours!&lt;br /&gt;: LOL i'm laughing like mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To someone you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;That'll be the Baelia.&lt;br /&gt;: you've got it, punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're in a conversation and you suddenly feel the need to pee, how would you excuse yourself?&lt;br /&gt;leave the Baelia to us.&lt;br /&gt;: O.O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your parents ask you why you got home late, you say...&lt;br /&gt;Does the hard Baelia, so you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;: ??? question mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're failing a subject, you say...&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten how Baelia tasted?&lt;br /&gt;: sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The love of your life asks you to marry him/her, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;What can Baelia do for you?&lt;br /&gt;: HAHA! so very true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your bf/gf is breaking up with you, you tell him/her...&lt;br /&gt;The incredible, edible Baelia.&lt;br /&gt;: LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Someone told you you're an asshole, you tell them...&lt;br /&gt;What's in your Baelia?&lt;br /&gt;: Haha :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are the best words to describe you?&lt;br /&gt;Think once, think twice, think Baelia.&lt;br /&gt;: wow niceeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you're going to have a movie about your life, the title is...&lt;br /&gt;The Baelia of all ages.&lt;br /&gt;: sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your last words before you die...&lt;br /&gt;Take two bottles into the Baelia?&lt;br /&gt;: O.O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your message to a special someone..&lt;br /&gt;There's first love &amp;amp; there's Baelia's love.&lt;br /&gt;: i love this :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Title of this post will be...&lt;br /&gt;You're in good hands with Baelia.&lt;br /&gt;: LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-2827705722861008983?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2827705722861008983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-to-httpthesurrealist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2827705722861008983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2827705722861008983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-to-httpthesurrealist.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-7211042864411569404</id><published>2010-01-30T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:55:40.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a credit card&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to change the oil in a car&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've done your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can vote in an election&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can cook for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You think politics are interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You show up for school late a lot&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never gotten a detention&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have forgotten your own birthday&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to take walks by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what credibility means, without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink caffeine at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to do the dishes&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can count to 10 in another language&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you say you're going to do something you do it&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[x] You study even when you dont have to&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have hand washed a car before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can spell experience, without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your favorite kind of food is take out&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need&lt;br /&gt;[x] You understand political jokes the first time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can type pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have more bills than you can pay&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to the beach&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the internet every day&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been outside of the united states 3 or more times&lt;br /&gt;[x] You make your bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8728172316804550097</id><published>2010-01-30T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:52:51.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Answer all of these questions truthfully!!!! Or you can lie if you want, but it won’t be as fun.&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste and tag people including me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We’ll start off easy. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;baelia at your service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you like your name say ‘Yay!’&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Good job. Okay, so did you notice that number 2 was not a question?&lt;br /&gt;yeah it didn't end with a "?" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could get a website, what would it be called?&lt;br /&gt;www.stairways-to-heaven.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last song you illegally downloaded?&lt;br /&gt;my songs are 100% legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you wish you had a webshow like iCarly?&lt;br /&gt;no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Scary movies?&lt;br /&gt;sure if there's someone watching with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite genre of music? And be specific.&lt;br /&gt;instrumental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Laughter: The Best Medicine, or would you rather take an aspirin?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA :D laughter of course, i'm 100% real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When you go to sleep at night, do you leave your door open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You like mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;naaw, too tangy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is grey hair sexy on old people?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer white. but yes, aging sexily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I bet you were so busy thinking about mangoes, you didn’t notice that there was no question 13.&lt;br /&gt;no. i did notice, &amp;amp; i'm never busy about mangoes for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You just won the world supply of every color sharpie KNOWN TO MAN!!! What do you draw?&lt;br /&gt;draw rainbows till the colors run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have your closest friends phone number memorized?&lt;br /&gt;of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like adding double letters to words? Ex: Text me or Texxt mee.&lt;br /&gt;no, that's so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is it possible for blondes to be prettier, just from hair color?&lt;br /&gt;i could dye red, white, blonde, and still be myself. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Itunes, Limewire, Winamp, or what?&lt;br /&gt;limewire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many songs do you have in your music library?&lt;br /&gt;around 1000++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Keep it up, this note gets better and better!&lt;br /&gt;and i'll get worser &amp;amp; worser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Why did you decide to complete your FIRST note survey thing?&lt;br /&gt;cos i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you remember being born?&lt;br /&gt;being claustrophobic in a tight place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Glasses: smexy or not?&lt;br /&gt;nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you like to leave your window shades up when you sleep, to see the sky?&lt;br /&gt;ya. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Twenty-five; you get a QUARTER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Did that last questions make sense?&lt;br /&gt;that's not even a question please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you were on a deserted island, what one American Idol personality would you take? (Judges, hosts, or contestants.)&lt;br /&gt;i rather do the microphone job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What time was it two hours and forty-three minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;i don't answer lame questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Did you answer number 28 in your head, or use a calculator? Or just not bother doing it?&lt;br /&gt;latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you or were you more happy to turn 16, 18, or 21?&lt;br /&gt;21. freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Love conquers everything?&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Watch the food network?&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If you could accomplish any task right now that needed to be done, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;complete my life journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you love playing music loud when no one is home?&lt;br /&gt;yup. but depends on the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Your favorite website besides facebook?&lt;br /&gt;youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Your cell phone is your best friend: T or F?&lt;br /&gt;false!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You are a battery, AA or AAA?&lt;br /&gt;AA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LOL! Are you really gonna laugh out loud?&lt;br /&gt;dying of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If you could sing really well, would you show the world this talent?&lt;br /&gt;no. i'm not something to be showed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. !@#$%^&amp;amp;*(): Awesome, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;go hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I would eat a hippo for a billion dollars. T or F?&lt;br /&gt;false, vegetarian; life sentence, no parole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Kleenex or rip-off brand?&lt;br /&gt;kleenex XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. You can only shop at ONE store forever (But your body doesn’t need food or toiletries and stuff), what is the store?&lt;br /&gt;a toy store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You’re listening to music as you’re doing this, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you like black people?&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you enjoy asians?&lt;br /&gt;you mother fucker, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Wow! This notes almost nearly sorta kinda over (not really), did you have fun with it?&lt;br /&gt;you father fucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Chat speak; spawn of satan or, ttly convenient way 2 say things fast!&lt;br /&gt;cat sneak, prawns of satay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Gay marriage?&lt;br /&gt;accepts ppl for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Abortion?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. They WERE questions, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;shut up &amp;amp; get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &gt;.&lt; ..try and make that face in real life.&lt;br /&gt;i'll do that whenever i see him without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Did you do it? Did it look oh so funny!?&lt;br /&gt;no. you're dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Have you noticed this survey is getting lazy and half of these are not even questions?&lt;br /&gt;SHUT THE F--- UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Wow. You’re smart.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take it as a compliment, sir/madam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What grade would you relive in school if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;sec2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. 11:11… Make a wish?&lt;br /&gt;i want whatever that i desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. When you listen to music, do you feel self-conscious about your taste?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What is the most meaningful, moving song that you have ever heard?&lt;br /&gt;the time has come to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Are you proud of how amazingly long I have kept this note going!?&lt;br /&gt;you should probably die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you think disney shows are cheesy or just funny?&lt;br /&gt;disney shows are nice! There's always a kid inside all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. If you grow up and have exactly as many kids as you wanted, all the gender you really did not want, do you try for more?&lt;br /&gt;firstly. i hate babies. secondly. i hate marriages. thirdly. i'm not a baby machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Slow songs or fast songs?&lt;br /&gt;slow when i'm relaxing(:, fast when i'm hyperaggressive(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Ninjas: hot or not?&lt;br /&gt;so act-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Least favorite tv show ever?&lt;br /&gt;korean dramas, so cheesy eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. You are the only person in the world, and can bring back three people. Who would you bring, and what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;guy1, guy2 &amp;amp; jesus. i'll make guy1 see the girl he loves marry guy2 in witness of jesus. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. If you invented a new color, what would you name it?&lt;br /&gt;vyrane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Are you giggling to yourself because this is number 69?&lt;br /&gt;don't be sick please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Pervert!!!&lt;br /&gt;you're talking about? yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Do you like what you do?&lt;br /&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. This survey is over. Are you simply on your knees bawling it out?&lt;br /&gt;this is such a waste of my life. urghs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-8728172316804550097?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8728172316804550097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/answer-all-of-these-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8728172316804550097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8728172316804550097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/answer-all-of-these-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-1044374551089860436</id><published>2010-01-30T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:37:09.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever given your all to someone who walked away?&lt;br /&gt;yes. walked away &amp;amp; walked back. &amp;amp; now i'm th one walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you should hate but you cant?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someone as more than a friend right now?&lt;br /&gt;ya. but he doesn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost anyone close to you?&lt;br /&gt;lost someone very special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your last relationship a good one?&lt;br /&gt;while it was still here, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;physically - quite good except for the large chunks of food i ingested.&lt;br /&gt;emotionally - a little lonely but it's great as compared to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;crazy for you - madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hate about your school?&lt;br /&gt;the competition &amp;amp; exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;yup ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;went for flag day, slacked in luxury while others went around asking for donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to someone while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;ya. yanyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;live and love. regret, reflect and reconcile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a bear attacked you would you know how to defend yourself?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you younger than 21?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like winter?&lt;br /&gt;love it absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How clean is your room?&lt;br /&gt;like peas in a pod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for guys/girls easily?&lt;br /&gt;nope. not at all. i'll only fall for those whom i think is special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know someone named Dan?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently want to scream at the top of your lungs?&lt;br /&gt;nope but i can! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;plain ice water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like heated pools?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;slack &amp;amp; enjoy life w.out school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color green?&lt;br /&gt;Mint green yes, other greens no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your dad's best friend's name?&lt;br /&gt;ivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last for an hour without talking?&lt;br /&gt;sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who doesn't like you?&lt;br /&gt;there'll always be enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are looks important?&lt;br /&gt; i look at the heart, it's the utmost important one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;hyperactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your phone rings, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;hello? may i know who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'll talk abt them to a close friend, normally i'll just hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if people hate you for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;don't bother to care haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting:&lt;br /&gt;to catch a glimpse of him, even if it's just a tiny little diminishing backview of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;yes vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak another language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;chinese, hokkien(dialect), broken malay(lol), conversational dutch&amp;amp;japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;no one to be exact. i rarely hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will your next kiss be?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to kiss. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 1:01 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to rip the paper off water bottles?&lt;br /&gt;ya. hand itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i'm in a hurry then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry easily?&lt;br /&gt;i used to. but now i'm optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you look forward to in the next 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;new hopes, new dreams, new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything exciting tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;sunday - a day of relaxing &amp;amp; sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you CANNOT wait for?&lt;br /&gt;christmas, halloween, valentines' :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you having a good day today?&lt;br /&gt;yeah! a freaking good day of fun and laughter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;8am weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is one guy you can be your complete self around and not care what you look like ?&lt;br /&gt;ivan and yanyan? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you texting someone?&lt;br /&gt;lazy to for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a guy ever let you wear his jacket?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say hello daily?&lt;br /&gt;i say hello to everyone i see daily :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like where you live?&lt;br /&gt;no. i like to live by the sea (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed on a boat?&lt;br /&gt;ya but that's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had surgery?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last baby you held?&lt;br /&gt;  idon't hold babies.. i'm afraid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss someone at midnight on New Years?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you saving up money for anything in particular?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you swallow gum when you're done with it?&lt;br /&gt;when i can't find a bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;yes if it's chemistry. no if it's just physical attractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy wearing dresses?&lt;br /&gt;no, i prefer shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell your mom everything?&lt;br /&gt;  idon't feel obliged to report my life to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the cops called on you?&lt;br /&gt;yes for whatever reason that's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever kiss anyone under 10?&lt;br /&gt;yes. a peck on th forehead to get them to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;seeing him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?&lt;br /&gt;forced to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get mad easily?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes yes, sometimes no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many different people of the opposite sex have you really cried over?&lt;br /&gt;6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;tap water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tan?&lt;br /&gt;yup. i'm dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;yanyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to get tied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;tanjong pagar 7-11 nightshift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 3:00 AM?&lt;br /&gt;dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish on 11:11?&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;i once waited for a guy for 7 hours just to see if he's fine w.out me in his life. stupid ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;nono, i love mingzhu as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're old?&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a shooting star, do you make a wish?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;tired but happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your room ever clean?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you kissed mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;brobably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yes I miss him now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;he's from my school but i'm not telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you were "falling apart" ?&lt;br /&gt;i once felt literally torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like nothing would ever get better?&lt;br /&gt;i once felt like i was on th verge of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you doing this note, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;Good when it's sweet &amp;amp; bad when there are problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good liar?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one thing that could possibly make you cry at this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;i missed an opportunity concerning a guy i've met since 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing people: are you okay with it, or do you cut deep with that type of thing?&lt;br /&gt;losing th ones i love, is just like putting a blind me in front of a traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who you really are?&lt;br /&gt;i'm everything &amp;amp; i'm nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever question yourself as to why you make the choices you make?&lt;br /&gt;all the time even if it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you'd really like to hang out with and just talk about stuff?&lt;br /&gt;ya. i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something that has happened in your past that you really dislike talking about?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret doing anything this week?&lt;br /&gt;regret not giving myself a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;once or twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite happy. although i'm a little lonely (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easily confused?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i lose my guiding light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you crack your knuckles?&lt;br /&gt;no, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is today's date?&lt;br /&gt;January 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your password besides you?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look at the keyboard when you type?&lt;br /&gt;never bothered to. just rely on intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;yeah &amp;amp; it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anyone lately?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;yes for that little kid inside me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been given an engagement ring?&lt;br /&gt;yes.. but i returned it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;yup it was romantic but let's not bring up old stuffs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;i love the rain, the storms, the lightning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.. on second thought, maybe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;britney spears - circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to IM?&lt;br /&gt;yanyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12 am last night?&lt;br /&gt;surfing the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many houses have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;3 apart from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to shower?&lt;br /&gt;2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you walk around naked?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to walk around with a towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD .&lt;br /&gt;1. Will you answer every question honestly? yup.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever stayed up all night while drunk or high? ya.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever punched anyone in the face? no, just slapped.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you miss anything or anyone? yes, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;5. What makes you laugh no matter what? jokes (:&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you kissed anyone on the cheek within the past two days? no, i haven't.&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you talked to? yanyan.&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you dislike at the moment? loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDER .&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you get butterflies around the guy you like? ya, my heart will beat real fast.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think it is bad to have sex at your age? i don't know about sex.&lt;br /&gt;3. Will you get married? i don't want to be tied down.&lt;br /&gt;4. Will you be doing drugs in the near future? never.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you lie about your age? why should i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY PERSONAL .&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you happy with yourself? mostly yes (:&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you change yourself for the person you love? i'll change for the better :D&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you tell yourself when times get hard? tomorrow will be a better day because the worst has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to put last night on repeat, and live it forever?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i'd like to repeat the moment when i was walking beside him and almost bumped into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who is having a baby?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you entering?&lt;br /&gt;grade 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Is it something you enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love with a guy who's name starts with a G?&lt;br /&gt;george? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone on your bad side right now?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you would like to get back together with?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made out in a bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes yes, sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;nothing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone while you were on a bed?&lt;br /&gt;erm. no. don't bring up old stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December, were you single?&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Any Cute person of the opposite gender in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;i don't care that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;kind of. except that it's too long (: snack time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1044374551089860436?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1044374551089860436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-given-your-all-to-someone-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1044374551089860436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1044374551089860436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/ever-given-your-all-to-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6540846100675170530</id><published>2010-01-30T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:44:28.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do this and re-post it with the title: I've done (your score) of these 126 stupid things. Tag 25 friends that you want to see answer this list and see who responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone mudding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;(x) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had a One Night Stand&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;( ) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;(x) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;(x) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;(x) Got a Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(x) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 21&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently stayed up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had/Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been scared To Watch scary movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;(x) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;(x) Visited Jail  &lt;---- does educational visit count? (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) Broken A Bone.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;(x) French Braided Someone’s Hair&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Kicked Out Of Your House.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Tried to hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;(x) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 73&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been shot at/or held at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had sex in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flattened someones tires&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finished useless notes like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 113&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-6540846100675170530?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6540846100675170530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-this-and-re-post-it-with-title-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6540846100675170530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6540846100675170530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-this-and-re-post-it-with-title-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-2126971244405546587</id><published>2010-01-30T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:36:28.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you like your steak?&lt;br /&gt;don't eat beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema and with who?&lt;br /&gt;an education - mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;just for laugh GAGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;seaside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;ramen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;fried &amp;amp; fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Where is your favorite place to eat?&lt;br /&gt;home &amp;amp; subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite dressing?&lt;br /&gt;honey mustard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer ppl driving me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;br /&gt;big, loose shirt &amp;amp; short pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;north &amp;amp; south poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Cup half-empty or half-full?&lt;br /&gt;half empty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you want to retire?&lt;br /&gt;my life'll tell that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;9-10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;england, cheshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think will not tag you back?&lt;br /&gt;uh too lazy to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;br /&gt;don't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?&lt;br /&gt;no one &amp;amp; i don't bother to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bird watcher?&lt;br /&gt;peacock!! so colorful XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;erm. somewhere in between. midnight person to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pet?&lt;br /&gt;2 kissing fish. 1 siberian husky. 1 golden retriever. 1 bloodhound. 1 labrador retriever. 3 hamsters. 1 rabbit. 1 terrapin (used to have 2). my uncle owns 10++ raccoons. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;HALLELUJAH, IT'S RAINING MEN, AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;whale trainer, lol, i still want to be now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;kuantan! see turtles lay eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer wolves or dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;never want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;my dad forced me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;kinda.. But scraped through it unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;br /&gt;ppl who don't know how to be serious at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite pizza toppings?&lt;br /&gt;parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;water hyacinth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;vanilla and mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;subway only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;if it's a driving test i take, it's a driving test passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email?&lt;br /&gt;i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;IKEA. furnishing &amp;amp; blings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Done anything spontaneous lately?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i asked someone if i could be attached to them. [not what you think it is]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;br /&gt;yup, cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;br /&gt;cheshire visit! during winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;someone in the dark - michael jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite colour?&lt;br /&gt;white, silver, gray, black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;0! :D laziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What are your opinions on golf?&lt;br /&gt;ouuuuh my spine twisted... {LOL}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you drink coffee?&lt;br /&gt;no, anti-caffeine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-2126971244405546587?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2126971244405546587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_3007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2126971244405546587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2126971244405546587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_3007.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8869196903594137771</id><published>2010-01-30T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:07:12.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 . Are you single or attached ?&lt;br /&gt;- single babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Do you have a person you like ?&lt;br /&gt;- ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . What is the name of the person that you're in love with ?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . If the person you love &amp;amp; your mum dropped into the sea, who will you save ?&lt;br /&gt;- neither if i'm forced to make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . Have you ever hugged someone before ?&lt;br /&gt;- who haven't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . Do you love your parents ?&lt;br /&gt;- not a yes and not a no. love is such a strong word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . Will you hug the one you love ?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm. maybe. i don't like hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . Are you willing to do anything for your bf / gf ?&lt;br /&gt;- silly, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . Do you get jealous easily ?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . Who is the last person that messaged you ?&lt;br /&gt;- mingzhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . Do you want babies in the future ?&lt;br /&gt;- no thanks. i won't dirty myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Do you prefer Macdonald , KFC ,Long John Sliver , Burger King or coffee shop ?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't care, it's Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . Do you sniff glue ?&lt;br /&gt;- no, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . Do you smoke ?&lt;br /&gt;- passive smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . If your bf / gf is a 2-timer , what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;- break duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . Which cca are you in now ?&lt;br /&gt;- badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . If you're rich , what'll you do ?&lt;br /&gt;- vacation around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . If the one you're in love with , held your hand , what'll you do ?&lt;br /&gt;- O.O can't imagine that, too embarrassing. i'll probably blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . If the one you love , reject you , what'll you do ?&lt;br /&gt;- so be it, as if doing anything will change his/her decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 . What is your favourite cartoon characters ?&lt;br /&gt;- scooby &amp;amp; buttercup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . Friendship or Love ?&lt;br /&gt;- solicitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Cookie Monster or Elmo ?&lt;br /&gt;- cookie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 . Are you using a laptop or computer ?&lt;br /&gt;- laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Do you like lollipop ?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . Do you have a diary ?&lt;br /&gt;- yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 . There's an admirer of yours &amp;amp; she/he wont give up , what'll you do ?&lt;br /&gt;- either give chance or a straight NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 . If you quarrel with your bf / gf and he/she wants to break, what'll you do ?&lt;br /&gt;- if they're THAT unreasonable, i'm GAME for their breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 . Are you blur ?&lt;br /&gt;- depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 . If you can have your hair dyed , what colour do you want it to be ?&lt;br /&gt;- silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 . Who is the last person you chatted in msn ?&lt;br /&gt;- yanyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 . How many guys / gals have you beaten before ?&lt;br /&gt;- don't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 . If your bf / gf dont love you anymore , what'll you do ?&lt;br /&gt;- just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 . Wat would you do if your parents plan to marry you off to another person you dont love besides the person you love ?&lt;br /&gt;- tell them i have the right to choose my future partner, &amp;amp; simply refuse to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 . Is there someone you'd wait forever for ?&lt;br /&gt;- guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 . Do you ignore ppl when you're mad or upset with them ?&lt;br /&gt;- yes, cold war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 . Is it hard to make you smile ?&lt;br /&gt;- nope, not at all. or.. maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 . Are you starting to realise something ?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 . Do you feel like there's something missing in your life ?&lt;br /&gt;- yaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 . Do you often feel like you're becoming someone you dont want to be ?&lt;br /&gt;- no. i love myself for who i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 . Do you think relationships are hard ?&lt;br /&gt;- without doubts, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 . Is there someone that you believe you will always be attached to ?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 . Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you ?&lt;br /&gt;- never, a chance wasted is a chance gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 . What was the last thing you laugh really hard at ?&lt;br /&gt;- sticking stickers on a person, covering her with stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 . Do you get annoyed when you see someone you dont like ?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 . Do you like to know the truth , no matter what ?&lt;br /&gt;- sure, i love truths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 . Could you cry right now ?&lt;br /&gt;- i'll never cry again! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 . Do you know if anyone likes you ?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, but it's okay, just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 . Do you miss anyone now ?&lt;br /&gt;- kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 . Do you hope you can be someone else better than being yourself ?&lt;br /&gt;- no, I wanna be myself, love me for what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 . Renaming this as the 50 Truths of myself?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-8869196903594137771?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8869196903594137771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_6373.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8869196903594137771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8869196903594137771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_6373.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5166677178675365452</id><published>2010-01-30T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:50:55.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Why aren't you dating the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i'm shy and i don't want to ruin things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Connection between you and the last person who text messaged you?&lt;br /&gt;ultra-mega-super-very good friends :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How did you and your ex become friends?&lt;br /&gt;uhm.. i met him like any other romance fairytale, except it ended as a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you really think of Starbucks Coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Yum, ice blended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever told someone to their face they were ugly?&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. No, that'll hurt lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you go tanning?&lt;br /&gt;i'm DARK ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How did you and your bff become friends?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Pri SCH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;(: smiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a dog?&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you drink a lot of water?&lt;br /&gt;ya sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you plan on living when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;uh, somewhere i can live my life unnoticed and quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so. l:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Did you hug or kiss anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;no, i told you, i don't like hugs or kisses. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Will you have a boyfriend/girlfriend in 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you currently have feelings for anybody?&lt;br /&gt;i think so. although i won't really admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you think you've changed over the past year?&lt;br /&gt;ya! it's a good thing i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is there a meaning behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;heartaches to the heart is like metal chains. they flare, freeze, cools, harden, but never breaks; just like how heartaches hurts and strengthen, but never killing a person of his or her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you currently wanting any body piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;not really body-crazy about body arts now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;well, yes i'm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Has a girl/guy ever called you babe/baby/babydoll?&lt;br /&gt;yes... but ew D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you have a good day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;ya! i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have your parents ever caught you drinking?&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't drink. i prefer water or tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;my biological alarm clock (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is tomorrow gonna be a good day?&lt;br /&gt;i think so! i want it to be one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;(: let my fate lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who are your last four texts from?&lt;br /&gt;erm mingzhu, mingzhu, baozhu, baozhu. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What were you doing at 7:45AM this morning?&lt;br /&gt;drying hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last song listened to?&lt;br /&gt;touched by an angel - sezairi sezali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How many hours did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you in a good mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little lonely now but i'm happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who was the last person you spoke with on the phone for over 5 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;er. i don't really talk much on phone. but on msn, it's yanyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like to take walks?&lt;br /&gt;ya as long as the sun's not glaring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you rather have big or small dogs?&lt;br /&gt;big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you mind being cold?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you trust all your friends?&lt;br /&gt;no, not so easy, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;ermm. ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did you go out or stay in last night?&lt;br /&gt;go out shopping and walking and eating:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the last person to give you a ride somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;mingzhu! laughing mega loudly in the cab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like to text or call more?&lt;br /&gt;text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Add a 40th question for the fun of it. (: do you like things as they're now?&lt;br /&gt;not really a lot cos i'm lonely, but i still like it (:!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5166677178675365452?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5166677178675365452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_8127.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5166677178675365452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5166677178675365452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_8127.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5591704053148208594</id><published>2010-01-30T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:29:23.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 TRUTHS BOUT YOU!!! .&lt;br /&gt;At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.&lt;br /&gt;You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 100 TRUTHS, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name → li jing&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)→ bay, baelia, jing&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign → scorpio&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female → female&lt;br /&gt;006. Primary → zhangde&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School → queensway&lt;br /&gt;008. High School-&gt; poly?&lt;br /&gt;009. Hair color → dark brown&lt;br /&gt;010. Long or short Hair --&gt; long&lt;br /&gt;011. Loud or Quiet → quiet AND loud&lt;br /&gt;012. Sweats or Jeans → jeans&lt;br /&gt;013. Phone or Camera → phone&lt;br /&gt;014. Health freak → no but health conscious&lt;br /&gt;015. Drink or Smoke? → drink&lt;br /&gt;016. Do you have a crush on someone?→ don't know&lt;br /&gt;017. Eat or Drink → drink&lt;br /&gt;018. Piercings → ears, maybe at collarbone&lt;br /&gt;019. Tattoos → maybe&lt;br /&gt;020: 3 favourite colours → black grey white&lt;br /&gt;021. Relationship Status → don't know&lt;br /&gt;022. Do you want to change your name → no thanks&lt;br /&gt;023. What did you do for your last birthday → scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;024. What time did you wake up today → 5 am&lt;br /&gt;025. What were you doing at midnight last night → dreaming&lt;br /&gt;026. Name something you CANNOT wait for → vacations&lt;br /&gt;027. Last time you saw your father in law → please i'm not even married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life--&gt; "everything"&lt;br /&gt;029. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → yeah&lt;br /&gt;030. What's getting on your nerves right now → alarm clock ringing&lt;br /&gt;031. Most visited webpage -&gt; blog&lt;br /&gt;032. Height → 1.55&lt;br /&gt;034: What do you like about yourself? → low profiled&lt;br /&gt;035. Righty or lefty → lefty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. First piercing → ears&lt;br /&gt;2. First best friend – huixian&lt;br /&gt;3. First award → 2001&lt;br /&gt;5. First pet → terrapin&lt;br /&gt;7. First surgery ~ eye&lt;br /&gt;8. First sport you joined ~ badminton&lt;br /&gt;9. First vacation ~ great britain&lt;br /&gt;10. First concert ~ jay chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 LASTS&lt;br /&gt;1. last beverage → green tea&lt;br /&gt;2. last phone call → mum&lt;br /&gt;3. last text message → mingzhu&lt;br /&gt;5. last time you cried → last tuesday, school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;050. Eating → love letters&lt;br /&gt;051. Drinking → green tea&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to → sing&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to → alarm clock ringing -_-"&lt;br /&gt;054. Plans for today → regret, reflect, reconcile&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for - miracles&lt;br /&gt;056. Working at → 7-11&lt;br /&gt;057. Feeling → neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;058 Children-&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married? → no thanks&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind → yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes → eyes&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller? → taller&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous → romantic&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms → stomach&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud → sensitive and loud&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship → relationship&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble maker or hesitant → trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;077. Brunette or Blonde → blonde&lt;br /&gt;078. Blue eyes or Brown → blue&lt;br /&gt;079. When dumping someone: text or facebook → personally, = sincere&lt;br /&gt;080. Hugs or kisses → none, ew&lt;br /&gt;081. Older or Younger → older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts → no&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home → no, stupid&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense → scissors&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody →  no&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart → sorry, yup&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested → no&lt;br /&gt;086. Been in a fight → yes, cold war&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died → no, crying is sinful&lt;br /&gt;088. Dumped someone by text → no, how insincere&lt;br /&gt;089.Made a new friend ~ yeah&lt;br /&gt;090.Fallen out of love ~ many times&lt;br /&gt;091 Laughed until you cried ~ yup&lt;br /&gt;092.Met someone who changed you ~ ya&lt;br /&gt;093. Found out who your true friends were ~ yes!&lt;br /&gt;094 Kissed anyone on your friend's list ~ don't know&lt;br /&gt;095. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life ~ almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;096. Kissed a stranger ~ don't know&lt;br /&gt;097.Drank hard liquor ~ yes but out of curiosity&lt;br /&gt;098.Turned someone down – ya&lt;br /&gt;099.Had a girl/boyfriend? - ya&lt;br /&gt;100. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? ~ yes i used to&lt;br /&gt;101.Dated someone twice ~ yup&lt;br /&gt;102. Been cheated on? ~ it's another way round&lt;br /&gt;103.Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it? ~ yes&lt;br /&gt;104. Lost someone special? ~ everyone does&lt;br /&gt;105.Been depressed? ~ ya but it's okay&lt;br /&gt;106. Been drunk and threw up? ~ once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself → maybe&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles → ya&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight → ya&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven → no&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus --&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date → no, idiots&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date → lips:no, cheeks/forehead: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → maybe, i'm still unsure&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → not yet satisfied but happy&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God → nope, freethinker&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 25 people→ spare the tagging, spoil the bay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5591704053148208594?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5591704053148208594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5591704053148208594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5591704053148208594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-4214119592569850754</id><published>2010-01-30T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:27:15.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>65 questions you've probably never been asked... You know the rules. Tag people in this note (including the person who tagged you) to learn more about people. Also, try to tag people whom you've tagged in other notes; sometimes you learn things in new notes that you didn't know before about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What colour is your favourite hoodie?&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;i would surely love to kiss my toy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you plan outfits?&lt;br /&gt;no, let's just go with the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?&lt;br /&gt;hyperaggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s the closest thing to you that's red?&lt;br /&gt;a red mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having.&lt;br /&gt;it's about this creepy eccentric guy who took me into a room full of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;sweet calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you floss daily?&lt;br /&gt;twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;br /&gt;supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you emotional?&lt;br /&gt;sadly quite. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;br /&gt;no, i lost count before i reached 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick?&lt;br /&gt;bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;too straight but hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i love my ability to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;too formal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;you've never loved at all,&lt;br /&gt;"there's no real or fake love"&lt;br /&gt;"when you stopped loving, you've never loved at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but they're slack, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you go sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;sure yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;br /&gt;yummmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;britney's the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you rent movies often?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;no, it's quite dull actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many countries have you visited?&lt;br /&gt;it would be aimless to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*, yes and i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever been on a train?&lt;br /&gt;ya! and i still remember seeing a scarecrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Brown or white egg?&lt;br /&gt;brown :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Do you have a cell/mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;yes because of strict family tradition, *rolls eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Can you use chopsticks?&lt;br /&gt;expertly. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;br /&gt;my toys in my dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;never ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;uhmms. good question, i don't know either :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is/are your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;probably skiving off and eating sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever had cream puffs?&lt;br /&gt;yes. beard papa rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;1 week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last question you asked?&lt;br /&gt;"you don't know ----- right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favourite time of the year?&lt;br /&gt;winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;i'm meannnnnnnnnnn green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;i believe it's called nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;br /&gt;ouch, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favourite color?&lt;br /&gt;black grey white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;ya, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is your hair curly?&lt;br /&gt;a mix of curly and straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;br /&gt;hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;sure as long as it's not everything and it's not nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;hell with it, you had your chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high?&lt;br /&gt;always and piling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;iiiiiii LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;ya, and got scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;i rather handle the truth than be lied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;maybe. hate's such a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;erm.. a dog? i was in a training session, me being a trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;pyjamas (actually it's just normal clothes -.-) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.What is your favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;wolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Where was your default picture taken at?&lt;br /&gt;bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Can you hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;i can do 2 hoops only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;cashier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-4214119592569850754?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4214119592569850754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/65-questions-youve-probably-never-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4214119592569850754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4214119592569850754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/65-questions-youve-probably-never-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5786323714418210326</id><published>2010-01-30T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:26:06.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Random number texts you at 4AM and says "come outside." What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;ignore it unless it's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you get jealous of your friends when they're taken and you're single?&lt;br /&gt;no, why should i be jealous when i'm the only one who has total freedom:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;a trip to rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You just won 100 million, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;simple - bank everything, and wait for disasters to strike, and donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Has anyone laid on your bed besides you?&lt;br /&gt;not in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If your room was all one color, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you were in the hospital, who would you want by your side?&lt;br /&gt;mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When was the last time you were scared?&lt;br /&gt;when i was being followed by a sex maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;i'm immune to flattery, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do scary movies really scare you?&lt;br /&gt;ya, but it's thrilling, you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you get annoyed by one word texts?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How many best friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you believe that your first love can be your only love in life?&lt;br /&gt;i'm never too sure to believe anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you changed at all in the past three months?&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that's constant is change. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever been in a helicopter?&lt;br /&gt;no, too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think kittens are cute?&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a neutral side, so yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What month were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you want to visit the pyramids in Egypt?&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Does anyone know every little detail about you?&lt;br /&gt;never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When was the last time you went to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;with toys. pets' cuddles get sloppery, guys' cuddles get disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you jumped in a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;ya, isn't that fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is the last educational thing you watched on the TV?&lt;br /&gt;spirituality - oprah winfrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you shut down your computer when you leave, or just leave it on?&lt;br /&gt;shut up - shut down :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you know what the last person you kissed is doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;being a toy and sitting on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you someone who is really committed to politics in your area/country?&lt;br /&gt;no, although some politicians are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you planning on going anywhere with someone, some time today?&lt;br /&gt;possibly yes, with mingzhu, slacking :D, after school hours of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does your family ever have any kind of weird traditions in your house?&lt;br /&gt;no shoes in the house...&lt;br /&gt;chopsticks for meals...&lt;br /&gt;no short hair allowed (for girls)...&lt;br /&gt;no warm/hot water for bath...&lt;br /&gt;no guys on the phone/ over the internet... (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;1pm everyday = sweep floor time (mega LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you were sick? What were you sick with and why?&lt;br /&gt;last week. fever, flu season ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you ever tend to pull off any random acts of kindness in public?&lt;br /&gt;i don't pull them off, i do them naturally because it's basic reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like riding roller coasters when you go to any amusement parks?&lt;br /&gt;especially the loop part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever forgotten your birthday? Did you soon figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;ya! no, my family reminded me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Would you walk ten miles just to see the person you like or love?&lt;br /&gt;i would walk, swim, paddle, cycle, just to see a backview of his! (but now my heart's vacant LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What, in your mind, would you consider to be the perfect girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;it's rather indescribable. probably near total harmony, chemistry/magic, understanding, and attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What color are the curtains in your room if you have any at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;no but white if i would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is your mother a stay-at-home mother or does she work somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;the former (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5786323714418210326?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5786323714418210326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5786323714418210326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5786323714418210326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-4927969498440125578</id><published>2010-01-30T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:25:03.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Name, please.&lt;br /&gt;Baelia at your service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Approximate Age?&lt;br /&gt;15 years 2 months 10 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you happy in your life?&lt;br /&gt;the ingredients' right, the taste is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you feel like anything is missing? If so, what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i want both freedom and love. without the need of compromising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you plan on being a musician/artist/writer?&lt;br /&gt;maybe writer, poet, psychologist or tour guide XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think you are artistic?&lt;br /&gt;i used to be, but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever tried hard drugs?&lt;br /&gt;yuck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If so, have they changed your life?&lt;br /&gt;i'll never try em', and they'll never get the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What age would you like to die?&lt;br /&gt;87. it's 100-13, my favourite number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you let your kids smoke weed?&lt;br /&gt;smoked seaweed is nice, but smoking is a straight no, and i don't wanna have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you an angry person?&lt;br /&gt;i can be, but i like to be jovial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you laugh a lot, but don’t really mean it?&lt;br /&gt;no, laughing is natural and contagious. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you like to think you are popular?&lt;br /&gt;nono, i wanna be mysterious and low profiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Describe your most terrifying dream.&lt;br /&gt;OMG i'm taking drugs. i can't f***ing believe it! i feel like i'm contaminated for life and no matter how hard i tried, i just couldn't cleanse myself of the drug trace, or the guilt! i.. i.. i... oh god, save me! ---- phew, it's just a dream :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What band would you die to see live?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like bands, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How would you like to die?&lt;br /&gt;in my slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What’s your opinion on self-mutilation?&lt;br /&gt;a desperate, cry for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you believe in capitalism?&lt;br /&gt;kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Communism?&lt;br /&gt;no way. f*** it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Libertarianism?&lt;br /&gt;yup as long as it's LIBERTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you rather be an anarchist or a socialite?&lt;br /&gt;anarchist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Freedom of speech or controlled society?&lt;br /&gt;controlled freedom, or else it'd be like a jailbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Obama or Bush?&lt;br /&gt;obama. bush's a bad, bad puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you consider yourself intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to be complacent, so i consider myself average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;last week, stop asking, this is the 3rd time i'm answering this question in a different note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When was the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;some prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did it say?&lt;br /&gt;"let's go out on saturday night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever had your ass kicked?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What’s your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;alistair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;single and taken by my selfishness, or until someone, whom is able to melt it all away, comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. If taken, do you love this person?&lt;br /&gt;i love myself, *smoochyyyy*! (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If single, what are you looking for in someone?&lt;br /&gt;please, stop asking personal stuffs, it's basic respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Sex or love?&lt;br /&gt;sex is for desperados, so, love should be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;needless to say. mz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Why is this person your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;she showed me the world when i was all trapped up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you moody?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i can be aaaaaaaaaaaanything! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you depressed?&lt;br /&gt;i used to be, but nah, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What do you think of abortion?&lt;br /&gt;it really should be a last resort. like for, victims of rape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you in a good mood today?&lt;br /&gt;yes and no for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. If not, why are you not?&lt;br /&gt;cos i freaking got sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you afraid of the swine flu?&lt;br /&gt;no, never fear or you'll die in your faith before you actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you afraid to be yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i don't always show my true self because of my low profiled nature, but that doesn't mean i'm afraid to show who i really am or who i really can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What would you label yourself?&lt;br /&gt;"fun danger - beware"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you live with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;1 sister 1 brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you wear skinny jeans?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you emo?&lt;br /&gt;i emo to regret and reflect, but i will NOT wallow myself in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Are you aware that all emo kids look exactly the same?&lt;br /&gt;yup, embrace your dark side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Are you a hater?&lt;br /&gt;and a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Are you anti-rasict?&lt;br /&gt;ya, but i will make some slightly comical racist jokes for entertainment if others doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Explain your personality in 3 words.&lt;br /&gt;it is everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What do you wish your name was?&lt;br /&gt;something to do with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What do you want to name your kids?&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued... i'll answer it after 10 years later, if i could still rmbr this qns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What kind of hairstyle do you want?&lt;br /&gt;wavy on top, straight below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. When was the last time you brushed your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;after i ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;home clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Say something random.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the mistress of mystery! (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What color is your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;black looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Am I getting too personal?&lt;br /&gt;it's just color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What’s your view on nihilism?&lt;br /&gt;should change the name to annihilation-ism (new word). cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Pacifism?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you think the drug culture is misunderstood?&lt;br /&gt;never. a drug without medicinal effect is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Are you a fan of Hunter S Thompson?&lt;br /&gt;no and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Do you read literature?&lt;br /&gt;yes i do, i love T.S Elliot. (provided if i even get the name right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you love horror movies?&lt;br /&gt;yeah! i love thrills, although i may get paranoid and a little, freaked out after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What’s your favourite one?&lt;br /&gt;paranormal activity - nc16 when i'm 14. please, it REALLY left me trembling for 35min aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you like comedies?&lt;br /&gt;hahhaahaa, ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Are you a smoker?&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you smoke cigars/cigarillos?&lt;br /&gt;refer to 71.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you have anger problems?&lt;br /&gt;i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Do you know someone who has a mental illness?&lt;br /&gt;you know who i'm thinking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Have you had someone close to you die of cancer?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. don't worry, cancer, you'll be ultimately and utterly defeated one day, triumph while you still can. &lt;3 (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What do you want to be next Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;damsel of death - pure gothic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What grade are you in?&lt;br /&gt;i believe i'm a first grader. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. When do you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;in a million years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Do you talk to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;"ya!" -- "no you don't!" -- "yes i do!" -- "you're just crazy!" -- "no i'm not! i'm talking to myself now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What color are your toenails?&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Has anyone ever told you you have a nice smile?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Nice eyes?&lt;br /&gt;right eye casts a dark forceful gaze. left eye is preferably hidden. bad omen if anyone sees my left eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Ever broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;right finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Got a black eye?&lt;br /&gt;once ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Nose bleed?&lt;br /&gt;twice ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Ever been so mad you cried?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have emotional breakdowns. never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What’s your favourite quote?&lt;br /&gt;"when you live for love, you love to live for the one you love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Are you listening to anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;"it's time to say goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What are you addicted too?&lt;br /&gt;laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you like silver hair?&lt;br /&gt;.. i like silver, but silver hair's just ridiculous. attention grabber much, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Would you ever fight a famous boxer?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer chops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Could you take on kimbo slice?&lt;br /&gt;i can if only you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.Can you even fist fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; sure thing, aceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Do you work out?&lt;br /&gt;yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Are you in good physical condition?&lt;br /&gt;i just ran 2 marathon today, walked 5km, and swam 2km. i'm not - because i'm too worn out -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Do you get creeped out by puppets?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could be any celebrity by one day, who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;celine dion or britney spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Do you have any phobias?&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of human-like wax figurines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Ever been mauled by a wild animal?&lt;br /&gt;i got bitten IN the leg by a wolf back in england, but somehow i wasn't bothered by it. instead i went fuming and furious, so the wolf was intimidated. i mean really - i didn't even do anything and it attacked me. what audacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Do you think you could be a Suicide Girl?&lt;br /&gt;sure thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. What about a playboy bunni?&lt;br /&gt;you're seriously out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Are you an insomniac?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. but mostly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Do you take birth control?&lt;br /&gt;for optimum answers, ask your parents. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Are these questions pointless?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. glad you realised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Favourite color?&lt;br /&gt;black grey white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Pce out!&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you said it. i reckon it's "peace out", cos if you didn't, you're probably in for a beating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-4927969498440125578?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4927969498440125578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4927969498440125578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4927969498440125578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5259324382507310786</id><published>2010-01-30T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:16:21.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When January and February babies are learning to eat, I'm finally born.&lt;br /&gt;When people learn to say "Mummy, daddy!", I can only make choking noises and cry.&lt;br /&gt;When people have learnt to walk, I finally learnt how to endure the pain on my knees when I crawl.&lt;br /&gt;When they're writing, my mum wasn't so sure whether I'm a left or right hander.&lt;br /&gt;When they celebrate their birthday early in the year, I felt like a bird which can't fly when others could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it's not easy catching up when life's in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pet bird named "Miracles", he's a night parrot, (yes, endangered species).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found him back in England when I was 6 years old,&lt;br /&gt;abandoned in a bird nest filled with cracked egg shells.&lt;br /&gt;He was still pink in color. (which means he's a newborn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was exactly 3 other egg shells, here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;The mother bird laid 4 eggs.&lt;br /&gt;3 cracked soon after, leaving one.&lt;br /&gt;The last egg cracked only when others have learnt how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;As winter was nearing, the parent birds and 3 other bird-lings flew away.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving poor last one trapped midway up in an almost-naked tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought him back after discovering him in an orchard.&lt;br /&gt;He can't even open his eyes. How cruel of the others to have left him there.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking help of the bird-watching expert (my dad, lol), we managed to save him :D.&lt;br /&gt;Many days later, he grew up to be a light-color feathered bird. (don't ask why)&lt;br /&gt;He was capable of flight one day and was taught tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to keep him in a cage. The last thing he would do is fly away.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanying me for around 9 years, he's kind of old now.&lt;br /&gt;He no longer goes around flapping his wings and stealing pieces of corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return home, I subtly know that life's leaking out of him every single day.&lt;br /&gt;He may be capable of flight, he may be old.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that's for sure, I wasn't able to teach what his mother would have.&lt;br /&gt;He would probably be much more skilled if I had released him back to the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the life of an abandoned, salvaged, poor being on wild earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5259324382507310786?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5259324382507310786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-january-and-february-babies-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5259324382507310786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5259324382507310786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-january-and-february-babies-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5162775027427433116</id><published>2010-01-30T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:15:48.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;while those two girl-friends of mine get away,&lt;br /&gt;i sit alone by the pool,&lt;br /&gt;contemplating my desires and admiring the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realise that i can't have everything i want, that's the rule.&lt;br /&gt;the love for him just grew as time passes,&lt;br /&gt;but i, too, realise that by letting go,&lt;br /&gt;i've also grown up a little bit myself. ♥ &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/6509988031784499978-5162775027427433116?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5162775027427433116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-those-two-girl-friends-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5162775027427433116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5162775027427433116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-those-two-girl-friends-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-9030625615311215743</id><published>2010-01-30T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:09:52.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PREPARE FOR THE ULTIMATE POSTING DAY TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE. SCHOOL. ADVENTURES. COMEDIES.&lt;br /&gt;THRILLS. HOPES. MIRACLES. EVENTS.&lt;br /&gt;DISAPPOINTMENTS. TESTS. AFFAIRS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-9030625615311215743?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/9030625615311215743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/prepare-for-ultimate-posting-day-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/9030625615311215743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/9030625615311215743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/prepare-for-ultimate-posting-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8000134349378806421</id><published>2010-01-23T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:42:42.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going for marathon tmr, hopefully i don't die from exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating a lot today, 3 meals in 3hours (LOL). reserve energy for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25km run uphill!&lt;br /&gt;hiak hiak!&lt;br /&gt;gambatek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-8000134349378806421?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8000134349378806421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-for-marathon-tmr-hopefully-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8000134349378806421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8000134349378806421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-for-marathon-tmr-hopefully-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8608488316791473851</id><published>2010-01-22T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:54:28.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;i've never been so confused before in my life. a series of disappointment, how bad can this go? i'm so tired, i wanna go to bed now, but my heart's so occupied. unanswered questions floated in my mind, the fatigue is killing me, loneliness is so unbearable. still waters runs deep, how will you ever know what i'm thinki&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ng beyond my detached and uninterested mannerisms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;bed time.&lt;br /&gt;bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-8608488316791473851?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8608488316791473851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-never-been-so-confused-before-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8608488316791473851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8608488316791473851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-never-been-so-confused-before-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-610419357004414926</id><published>2010-01-22T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:48:46.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't believe anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;disappointed, i don't know why, just very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to love,&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;troublesome, troublesome, i want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will he ever understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-610419357004414926?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/610419357004414926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-believe-anyone-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/610419357004414926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/610419357004414926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-believe-anyone-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-1741411428403657901</id><published>2010-01-22T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:21:52.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a combined science (phys, chem) person.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to be a smart alec and took up pure chem and phys.&lt;br /&gt;combined science a1.&lt;br /&gt;pure phys c5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;after seeing my pure phys' score, i decided not to take chem. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out!&lt;br /&gt;post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1741411428403657901?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1741411428403657901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-out-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1741411428403657901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1741411428403657901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-out-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5754865340257852242</id><published>2010-01-21T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:05:57.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It all began when...&lt;br /&gt;I started my day by waking up at 5.30am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sleazily trudged towards the fridge, acting like a mouse in search for food.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my departed grandma's photo smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good wake up call I guess, because after that I was so shocked I couldn't doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I returned to my room, someone turned on my computer AFTER I got up.&lt;br /&gt;It was really weird. My sister couldn't have left it on, neither could my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6.15am, I went down for school.&lt;br /&gt;feeling that someone was trailing my dad and I, I pricked up my senses,&lt;br /&gt;but I pretended I was oblivious to it.&lt;br /&gt;Around 30seconds later, with the help of fluorescent lightings of the carpark,&lt;br /&gt;I saw an eerie silhouette of a woman or a dwarf around 1.4m?&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out, but I kept my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not worry too much, I reassured myself.&lt;br /&gt;The road to school was a peaceful and normal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6.55am,&lt;br /&gt;I went in a toilet cubicle, adjusting my uniform, then heard the sound of water.&lt;br /&gt;Someone apparently came in without any shuffling footsteps and turned on the tap.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a roll of tissue rolling in the cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;Unlocking the door, i boldly looked out, no one was there.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the tap that was turned on and water is still flowing out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning assembly, and first six lessons was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing peculiar and out of the ordinary, except for the last one, which is POA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apparently) Mr Cheong had mistyped a question, leaving 2 unknowns.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the question, with 2 unknowns, was unsolvable.&lt;br /&gt;Until I solved it. I didn't know how I got the answer.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I heard someone urging me to write it down.&lt;br /&gt;And so, I did, and true enough, it was right!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cheong and Mr Sim was baffled,&lt;br /&gt;puzzled at how I effortlessly got the answer without any calculations.&lt;br /&gt;According to them, the question was "impossible to be solved by any means".&lt;br /&gt;So, I became the hottest topic (again) among Mr Cheong and Mr Sim (today).&lt;br /&gt;Time again and again Mr Sim, as a friend, flooded me after school,&lt;br /&gt;asking questions pertaining to my "ingenious method of solving the unknown"&lt;br /&gt;or as he called it.&lt;br /&gt;But I shooed him off shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, as I was returning home from school,&lt;br /&gt;I walked upon a short, secluded stretch of marram grass.&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt my school bag was mysteriously light as if someone's carrying most of the weight.&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be, there were piles of books inside.&lt;br /&gt;Again, i dismissed it as another quirk of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I returned home, lights turned on.&lt;br /&gt;I assumed my mum was back home.&lt;br /&gt;So I called out, "ma! wo hui lai le!" (mum, i'm home).&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a rough, low, ruffling voice unlike my mum's calling out for me.&lt;br /&gt;It was in some kind of dialect and I only understood half of it.&lt;br /&gt;"ah moi, loi, yeung ah-ma hon nei" (girl, come, let me see you)&lt;br /&gt;Spooked out badly, I turned on ALL lights and ran up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat rate shot up like a rocket,&lt;br /&gt;I blasted the volume of the TV, mp3 player and my computer.&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared, but yet subtly I felt weirdly safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, I calmed down and went for a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;I put aside all my worries and stress, and off like a light I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up, I returned to my study desk.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a paper and a pen on the desk, which I didn't left it there.&lt;br /&gt;Uncontrollably, I took up the pen and write, write, continue writing.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have to think of what to write, I just allowed my hand to gain control over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I started reading what my hand wrote.&lt;br /&gt;I was WRITING WITH MY RIGHT HAND (which is really impossible),&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lefthander, but heck, "I" wrote it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says.&lt;br /&gt;"By the time of 6pm you must be careful,&lt;br /&gt;for if you are not,&lt;br /&gt;death would claim you as it has claimed me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SHOCKED OUT OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Looked at clock. 5.45pm. 15min to that undesirable doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart fought and knocked hard on my ribcage,&lt;br /&gt;So I went out for a breather, trying to forget about that message.&lt;br /&gt;On another side of the road, there was an ice-cream truck.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling feisty and craving for some sweet calories,&lt;br /&gt;I unthinkingly walked towards the another side,&lt;br /&gt;never noticing the red light and the speeding car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;I felt someone place his/her hand on my collar bone and held me back with force.&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed and shocked. An inch to my possible death.&lt;br /&gt;I spun around, but that lifesaver was no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;No trace, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I was really grateful. I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the idea of buying an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Better be safe than sorry I guess, so I went home before anything could happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i relate this story to my mum, I then knew the hidden truth.&lt;br /&gt;my mum told me, "ah girl, ahma saved you."&lt;br /&gt;I believed it, without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;It was confirmed. with a height of 1.48m, crouched back.&lt;br /&gt;That part where "something" held me back, my collarbone,&lt;br /&gt;had the fingernail mark of my deceased grandmother,&lt;br /&gt;thin and jagged marks symbolised a finger's nail,&lt;br /&gt;sharp and thin, but never cutting through my flesh nor my mum's.&lt;br /&gt;I believed it in the first place, ancestors would never hurt their beloved descendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should there be any doubt?&lt;br /&gt;For all these "coincidences", for all these "hallucinations",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"save nothing but lives,&lt;br /&gt;take away nothing but memories,&lt;br /&gt;leave nothing but mysteries"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what day today is?&lt;br /&gt;The today 89 years ago, was the death date of my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;She died in a hit-and-run accident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5754865340257852242?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5754865340257852242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-major-homework-today-left-last-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5754865340257852242'/><link 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my own business,&lt;br /&gt;doing my homework when a stick jumped on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;i went "AHHHHH!" and found out it's a stick insect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party time babes,&lt;br /&gt;block out the disco ball, we hate light.&lt;br /&gt;and dance till the dead of night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-3577463274997098155?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3577463274997098155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-day-in-life-of-baelia-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3577463274997098155'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he likes me too.&lt;br /&gt;but his friends are just...! *punches them 1 by 1*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-2422027603059396218?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2422027603059396218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-didnt-know-love-could-be-so-near-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2422027603059396218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2422027603059396218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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XD *winks*&lt;br /&gt;-.- ok, it's not really a joyous celebration anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the moment i have been waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;will he turn up tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to give him his pimple cream.&lt;br /&gt;he has just too much of those!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA so funny XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope he will come (:&lt;br /&gt;i bought a ginkgo facial cleanser for him.&lt;br /&gt;o.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, he's awesomely tall.&lt;br /&gt;he grew up so much =.=" 4 heads taller than me -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-2357689618113724512?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2357689618113724512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-28689046761145007</id><published>2010-01-19T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:05:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hearthopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured out that i'd never love a guy who looks just like an overgrown chubby fat baby.&lt;br /&gt;instead i would rather i fall in love with guy with face full of pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easier making the pimples vanish than making the visible fats gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;*pimple cream shines*&lt;br /&gt;blingbling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;important milestone in bay's life!&lt;br /&gt;she gave pimple cream to a guy! &lt;--- laughing stock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-28689046761145007?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/28689046761145007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/hearthopped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/28689046761145007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/28689046761145007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/hearthopped.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-2073877389262465766</id><published>2010-01-18T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:09:14.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you do understand the intention of that mystery girl.&lt;br /&gt;but you never knew that she's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i've been struck so hard with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;even if you do, there won't be any chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for if there's any chance at all,&lt;br /&gt;it's certain i could capture your heart.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;bgr at o levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never found the courage to speak out the truths in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;never found the courage to admit who i really am,&lt;br /&gt;never found the courage to say i love you and don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一刹那的默契，&lt;br /&gt;是一生理求之不得，求死不能的。。。&lt;br /&gt;再也不会看见你的温柔一面。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-2073877389262465766?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2073877389262465766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-do-understand-intention-of-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2073877389262465766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've tried hinting you, but do you even understand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm at my wits' end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do i, ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7406911304021487642?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7406911304021487642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-clearly-chosen-whom-i-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7406911304021487642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't believe this fact.&lt;br /&gt;what was she thinking when she sat on the throne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"omg i can't believe this."&lt;br /&gt;"i'm so glad i was crowned miss singapore before my credit card fraud is exposed."&lt;br /&gt;"aiya, no matter what, i'm miss singapore now, who gives a damn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad, just a little TOO bad.&lt;br /&gt;who would be so stupid to keep mum about a crime and yet expect to get away with it?&lt;br /&gt;not only that, getting away is a thing.&lt;br /&gt;becoming queen is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess your actions create your future.&lt;br /&gt;sorry ris, play time's over. no more second chance cos you were NEVER cut out to be miss singapore 2oo9. so you shouldn't be having all the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another thought, you should.&lt;br /&gt;for being infamous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers (:&lt;br /&gt;BOOMZ everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1679552715797920967?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1679552715797920967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1679552715797920967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1679552715797920967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-545762602326825252</id><published>2010-01-16T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:37:21.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heaven - Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you - Richard Mark&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for you - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;I miss you - Klymaxx&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you - Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;All by myself - Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;You needed me - BoyZone&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday - Wetwetwet                    &lt;--- LOL&lt;br /&gt;With or without you - Shaun Smith&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the love tonight - Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippee! done!&lt;br /&gt;now to make a long video for valentine (:&lt;br /&gt;(generally, not personally) *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-545762602326825252?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/545762602326825252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/heaven-bryan-adams-waiting-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/545762602326825252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/545762602326825252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/heaven-bryan-adams-waiting-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-7156644767000123631</id><published>2010-01-16T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:22:25.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf, i was just doing my songs' selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song 1 song 2 song 3.... all the way to song 19.&lt;br /&gt;just boring, none appealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just then...&lt;br /&gt;song 20.&lt;br /&gt;"baby you're all that i want, ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ears immediately prick up-&lt;br /&gt;-looks at screen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan ADAMs -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaaaaaaaaaat. is fate really against me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7156644767000123631?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7156644767000123631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/wtf-i-was-just-doing-my-songs-selection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7156644767000123631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7156644767000123631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5283212379918513621?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5283212379918513621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-want-me-to-admit-i-love-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5283212379918513621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5283212379918513621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-want-me-to-admit-i-love-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-555655095849980147</id><published>2010-01-16T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:05:13.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i finally understood what anyone would always mean when they say.&lt;br /&gt;i will never love -person-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know and i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;i just want him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's that ordinary guy sitting beside me in chinese class.&lt;br /&gt;yet he doesn't know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about ironic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-555655095849980147?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/555655095849980147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-i-finally-understood-what-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/555655095849980147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/555655095849980147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-i-finally-understood-what-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-4599938229725566750</id><published>2010-01-16T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:47:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;whatever. you're just another jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe this?&lt;br /&gt;i actually told myself,&lt;br /&gt;"nevermind, do ss first. maths should be easy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5373852424106245083</id><published>2010-01-14T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:30:49.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fever sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Cough sucks even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a reply,&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or does this feels like eternity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5373852424106245083?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5373852424106245083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-113874054047429065</id><published>2010-01-14T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T04:17:22.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope you understand i'm going through a really tough time right now, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second week of school, just as i'm beginning to love schooling, i fell sick. TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;so please if you ever see me, dodge me or run far far away.&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to be sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.12am in the morning, migraine and extreme cough plus fever.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still go to school cos i want to see him.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being very selfish. but i couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how silly i can be just for the sake of one guy,&lt;br /&gt;or not, maybe just a glimpse of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have other reasons too, i'm putting on a strong front.&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone for today and pray that i'll recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all top class people, why you?&lt;br /&gt;i'm too inferior to be with the cream of the crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm even changing myself and the way i speak for you.&lt;br /&gt;no more singlish, pure perfect english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i really can succeed?&lt;br /&gt;or is this just a dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6463262572335732023</id><published>2010-01-13T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:42:11.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first date. and he calls me lijun.&lt;br /&gt;how disappointing, how remarkably bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to him for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;i intended to apologise, but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still thinking whether i should tell him my sole purpose,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to make it sound like i'm  exploiting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a yes, maybe it's a no.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure either way,&lt;br /&gt;the moment i first knew,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be able to pull through this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope he'd say no though.&lt;br /&gt;cos if he doesn't, i'll be revealing my identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my story is a little similar than spiderman. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting beside him all along, not knowing each other.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of funny, how far i felt from you when you're just beside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-6463262572335732023?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6463262572335732023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hard and study,&lt;br /&gt;for cupid's bow has given me faith to better myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;the power of love, right in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;has given me a 39/80 for my chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it, am i unlucky to fail or lucky to have neared the passing score?&lt;br /&gt;no more singlish, now, perfect spoken chinese and english if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of am fond of him, i think he knows it.&lt;br /&gt;i know he doesn't give a damn, he couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's chubby, dumb looking and slow, like a boar.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what i saw in him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks can be deceiving. behind that dumb-looking figure,&lt;br /&gt;he's a genius inside. he tops the whole level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care whether he likes me or not.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just *borrowing* him to better my grades.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ready for another relationship yet,&lt;br /&gt;at most i'll just say, "sorry you're not the jiawei i was searching for",&lt;br /&gt;or "sorry, i'm not the only lijing around in this sec4 level."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: listen, i wouldn't care if he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;if he does, i'd give him a shot,&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't, so wouldn't i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's just like a stepping stone for me.&lt;br /&gt;falling in love with him makes me eager to attend chinese classes/remedials.&lt;br /&gt;and makes me want to do so much better than i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be serious, i may not be.&lt;br /&gt;cos now i'm stuck between 3 guys, i couldn't make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do YOU care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of losing to her.&lt;br /&gt;it's my turn to win, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this final leap,&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it further than you've ever thought i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baelia. Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"still waters runs deep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genius at work, please do NOT disturb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-8172653068880605298?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8172653068880605298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-recently-told-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8172653068880605298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8172653068880605298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-recently-told-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5506766421483687648</id><published>2010-01-09T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:16:30.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;this isn't easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;falling in love with a future top scholar of england.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;must study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;current:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;english: e8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;chinese: d7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;e maths: e8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;physics: d7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;chemistry: d7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;fnn: e8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;poa: d7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;ss: d7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;geog: c6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;-.- how catch up? nabey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;lots of catching up to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't know to laugh or cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;but i know i won't be giving up so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;! gambatek !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5506766421483687648?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5506766421483687648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-isnt-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5506766421483687648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5506766421483687648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-isnt-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-7245075960650559515</id><published>2010-01-07T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:43:27.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't need my horoscope book anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in it, but I don't need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burnt it. |:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidence has been restored,&lt;br /&gt;whatever in life brings,&lt;br /&gt;however I react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7245075960650559515?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-2575758960854118281</id><published>2010-01-07T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:10:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brick's burning ambition.&lt;br /&gt;adam's serene sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfhearted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-2575758960854118281?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2575758960854118281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/bricks-burning-ambition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2575758960854118281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2575758960854118281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/bricks-burning-ambition.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3406057219550775190</id><published>2010-01-07T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:07:48.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trapped between 3 guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moment i feel great and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;another i feel so trapped in between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.b.q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dots.&lt;br /&gt;school's a blast with lots of guys.&lt;br /&gt;and a disaster too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-3406057219550775190?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3406057219550775190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/trapped-between-3-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3406057219550775190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3406057219550775190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/trapped-between-3-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6805258793868357722</id><published>2010-01-04T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:37:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just glad I'm of service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take care now, goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;This start of new year just took lots of friends away from me ):!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;School start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quarantined in th "single column" seating row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;It isn't fair, why should I be punished when he's th one who scores lousy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't teach him or rather I don't know how t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Urgh. Whatever.&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/6509988031784499978-6805258793868357722?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6805258793868357722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-glad-im-of-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6805258793868357722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6805258793868357722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-glad-im-of-service.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-7545906356126964853</id><published>2010-01-02T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:05:39.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;goodbye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;brick, bryant, blake, bane &amp;amp; gary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks for lighting up my dull holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;we'll meet again during 2010 nov holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;same place, same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;true friendship &lt;/span&gt;will always &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;although &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;true friends&lt;/span&gt; don't always stay &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-7545906356126964853?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/7545906356126964853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-brick-bryant-blake-bane-gary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7545906356126964853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/7545906356126964853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-brick-bryant-blake-bane-gary.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8780693089002874448</id><published>2010-01-02T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:11:27.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think you're great and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know there were people in this world that can get along w. foxes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because both your hair is red, or you're both crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't get eaten, little tarzan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-8780693089002874448?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8780693089002874448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-youre-great-and-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8780693089002874448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8780693089002874448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-youre-great-and-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-4888985321888582816</id><published>2010-01-02T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:01:45.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Brick. We can learn a lot from losing.&lt;div&gt;I've lost cos I underestimated you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we only have 1 thing in common now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's our redhead, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't train my golden retriever t be fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it lost t a chihuahua cos it was too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a big baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we both loses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we really have t look inside ourselves t see if we're good trainers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-4888985321888582816?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/4888985321888582816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4888985321888582816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/4888985321888582816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6486660165882237280</id><published>2010-01-02T05:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:45:30.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Go west, young Brick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I figured it out that we really need t go our own ways very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave Singapore, this is such a shallow city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You study like mad here, &amp;amp; ends up w. a small job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You study normally, you even have th time t hang out, &amp;amp; you get t oxford in London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what different abt Singapore &amp;amp; western countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You come from th west, you belong there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're illiterate &amp;amp; uneducated from th start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You really don't need t learn &amp;amp; go t school for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like you t do things you don't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Remain as yourself. Don't change for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Learning t be a gentleman, proper etiquette, speech, actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Learning how t speak real language rather than signalling t me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's really not worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seeing you spend so much effort trying t change yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I just felt hurt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-6486660165882237280?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6486660165882237280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-west-young-brick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6486660165882237280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6486660165882237280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-west-young-brick.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-2015307443908975389</id><published>2010-01-02T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:36:11.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ Brick, or Gary? ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary's such a snob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 more day before we go back t "jail". Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just discovered why Brick ran away from home o.o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's kind of interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not gonna post much for th time being and soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinda busy recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just t let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart HAS an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-2015307443908975389?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2015307443908975389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/brick-or-gary-garys-such-snob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2015307443908975389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2015307443908975389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/brick-or-gary-garys-such-snob.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-5474842529588513362</id><published>2010-01-01T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:32:28.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I saw an ultra rare painting today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That painting was over 90 years old. What an antique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's called "maiden".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The girl inside that painting died over 200 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As he unveil the painting, please gaze with preference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's a story behind this legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll find out more about it and update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-5474842529588513362?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/5474842529588513362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-saw-ultra-rare-painting-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5474842529588513362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/5474842529588513362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-saw-ultra-rare-painting-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3036730008122928532</id><published>2009-12-31T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:22:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;"i know it's hard to part but i promise some day we'll meet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's time for me to go, don't you worry. this is my destiny."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's hard to believe there's such sad ending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it never fails to hurt when saying goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a real story of true friendship beyond the boundary of centuries.&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/6509988031784499978-3036730008122928532?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3036730008122928532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-its-hard-to-part-but-i-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3036730008122928532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3036730008122928532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-its-hard-to-part-but-i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-778017873552218816</id><published>2009-12-30T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:09:45.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i'm losing weight!" --- that's good!&lt;br /&gt;"so tired i'm losing my mind!" --- hang on!&lt;br /&gt;"will you guys shut up, i'm losing my patience!" --- *zips mouth XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;i've never wanted a boy/girl relationship.&lt;br /&gt;we'll be more than friends and less than lovers c:&lt;br /&gt;你知我知，就好了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: let's take a ride, catch that bus!&lt;br /&gt;tell the world we're all happy,&lt;br /&gt;look at that train, we're all the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the streets with you ~&lt;br /&gt;this kind of paradise! i'll never believe it!&lt;br /&gt;i'd never dreamt of this, too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found my paradise with you,&lt;br /&gt;i've finally found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: brick sangle ingleberry precaroski ,&lt;br /&gt;you've got a friend in me! you're extraordinary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-778017873552218816?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/778017873552218816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-losing-weight-thats-good-so-tired-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/778017873552218816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/778017873552218816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-losing-weight-thats-good-so-tired-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-112774374158637543</id><published>2009-12-30T07:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:37:33.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not cut out for that kind of crap. It's not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mess out of nothing just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone : hey babe, how about love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;me : how about pain at first PULL?! *pulls ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging clothes isn't my thing man.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not made for that crap.&lt;br /&gt;i want a guy on the same level as me.&lt;br /&gt;forever not a housewife. not a housemaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't do these stuffs can.&lt;br /&gt;don't expect me to do ALL the work.&lt;br /&gt;i work better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family, when will you ever understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. the only person who understand me now is brick.&lt;br /&gt;an orphan, first a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe somebodies who had raised me up for 15 years ++ doesn't understand me.&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with you guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-112774374158637543?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/112774374158637543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-cut-out-for-that-kind-of-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/112774374158637543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/112774374158637543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-cut-out-for-that-kind-of-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-6756627165079572946</id><published>2009-12-30T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:40:38.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Non desidererei mai mancare questo, io conosco che cosa questo è.&lt;br /&gt;Ho ottenuto &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;qualcuno &lt;/span&gt;che appartenessi a, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;qualcuno &lt;/span&gt;ad &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;differente&lt;/span&gt;. Danneggilo, io &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sanguinano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno mi ha portato &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ancora &lt;/span&gt;le &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sensibilità &lt;/span&gt;e la vita.&lt;br /&gt;E lo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-6756627165079572946?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/6756627165079572946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/non-desidererei-mai-mancare-questo-io.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6756627165079572946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/6756627165079572946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/non-desidererei-mai-mancare-questo-io.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-8904279144065031516</id><published>2009-12-30T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:29:49.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;This kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;brutality &lt;/span&gt;doesn't work ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;materialism &lt;/span&gt;isn't my cup of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no explainable reason why I chose him over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not me, it's my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Look, I don't do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;That's just not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;once &lt;/span&gt;did, but not now and I never will again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pain &lt;/span&gt;I felt when I heard th church's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;chimes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos' I've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;! I'm not who you know anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;So don't pretend you know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once a stranger, now a stranger, forever a stranger t me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You really can't deny this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, if you don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-8904279144065031516?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/8904279144065031516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-kind-of-brutality-doesnt-work-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8904279144065031516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/8904279144065031516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-kind-of-brutality-doesnt-work-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-2200886829769271059</id><published>2009-12-29T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:27:41.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too few courageous self-sacrificing and truth-exposing ppl in this world.&lt;br /&gt;i lay down on th balcony, lookin' at th sky just t get a glimpse of another sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-2200886829769271059?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/2200886829769271059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-few-courageous-self-sacrificing-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2200886829769271059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/2200886829769271059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-few-courageous-self-sacrificing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-3262861226942512716</id><published>2009-12-29T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:31:11.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blast &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had th most magical day of my life there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I couldn't describe it, it all happened so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We left our kiss in th water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;although it's only a mere 15 second kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I could feel you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-3262861226942512716?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/3262861226942512716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-was-blast-i-had-th-most-magical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3262861226942512716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/3262861226942512716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-was-blast-i-had-th-most-magical.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-1258024253658182432</id><published>2009-12-28T03:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T04:18:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You would gladly have me cry oceans for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we have t give up our dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a hero. You saved my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I now know that there's always a hero inside everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm safe and sound now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;A day can pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'll never be able t forget that look in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;That seriousness when you protected me from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1258024253658182432?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1258024253658182432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-would-gladly-have-me-cry-oceans-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1258024253658182432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1258024253658182432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-would-gladly-have-me-cry-oceans-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509988031784499978.post-1044756940458272854</id><published>2009-12-27T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:16:05.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Your love for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;orange &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;shines like a life from th sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He had always been there for me, better or worse, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;sour&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Giving me faith, supporting my footsteps, nourishing me with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sunshine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brick &lt;/span&gt;is here in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The loneliness I once felt is an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;illusion&lt;/span&gt;, in truth I have never been alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 years ago, 27 december was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;foolish &lt;/span&gt;day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, you've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;brightened &lt;/span&gt;my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dull &lt;/span&gt;world w. your hopeful streaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In th long run, you'll give me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hope &lt;/span&gt;t move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And in return, I'll change you for th &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6509988031784499978-1044756940458272854?l=sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/feeds/1044756940458272854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-love-for-red-orange-and-yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1044756940458272854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509988031784499978/posts/default/1044756940458272854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sorry-iloveyou-x3.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-love-for-red-orange-and-yellow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08793912568105102925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WKb8jHHfQL0/Stgsj35q_pI/AAAAAAAAA20/jIaexGjxm7A/S220/DSC04117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
