<?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-6334452595836172554</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:22:27.299+08:00</updated><category term='Almost there .'/><title type='text'>Love is shit (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-594717961973599746</id><published>2009-10-31T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:16:01.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELINK . (Latest)</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;In case you're here.&lt;br /&gt;Do relink me ,&lt;br /&gt;I've moved to : &lt;font size=4&gt;www.lickdieyou.blogspot.com&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can read me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-594717961973599746?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/594717961973599746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/10/relink-latest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/594717961973599746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/594717961973599746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/10/relink-latest.html' title='RELINK . (Latest)'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4785372526516339964</id><published>2009-08-12T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:32:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://serve-youright.com/"&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;Font size=5&gt;RELINK ME &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be officially close from today.&lt;br /&gt;Read me @ www.serve-youright.blogspot.com , &lt;br /&gt;Do let me know your email address for blogger because ,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be privating my blog with my boyfriend. (:&lt;br /&gt;Well,do let me know your email address, i don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe by ways you can contact me through either plurk/hp/msn or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4785372526516339964?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4785372526516339964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/relink-me-this-blog-will-be-officially.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4785372526516339964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4785372526516339964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/relink-me-this-blog-will-be-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8962958775283622204</id><published>2009-08-12T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:27:10.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoJ8fzgH-pI/AAAAAAAAELM/1BLzltWG3Rc/s320/Photo0644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368990591621790354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt; The love we build up, its for eternity . &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CANNOT READ MY BOYF BLOG ALREADY, HAPPY ANOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHEEEEEEEEE. DOG DON'T USE COM RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DEN WHY ARE YOU USING?!&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stop looking, yes YOU. stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother about us, the more you say,&lt;br /&gt;the more loving we are, i know you're jealous. (:&lt;br /&gt;So, stop being a big kaypo to come to his blog all.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like want to spam me? sorry, you cannnot.&lt;br /&gt;I removed my tag board already, hate dogs that bark non stop.&lt;br /&gt;Just like you. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh your ass out man. teehee :D&lt;br /&gt;This is call ,&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid people do stupid thing:P" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye kiddos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8962958775283622204?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8962958775283622204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-we-build-up-its-for-eternity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8962958775283622204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8962958775283622204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-we-build-up-its-for-eternity.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoJ8fzgH-pI/AAAAAAAAELM/1BLzltWG3Rc/s72-c/Photo0644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4617058412609182114</id><published>2009-08-10T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:00:52.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoAm1NkfU-I/AAAAAAAAELE/50iZ7-qDDbQ/s320/Gothicsm955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368333451443262434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoAm01k2JkI/AAAAAAAAEK8/geXWIYqH3AE/s320/Gothicsm953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368333445002307138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoAm0jjQQmI/AAAAAAAAEK0/mmIb4oI0rNo/s320/Gothicsm952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368333440163791458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoAmZOcXR6I/AAAAAAAAEKs/HY8GNWz5Sj8/s320/Gothicsm947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368332970641278882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoAmY7C0_bI/AAAAAAAAEKk/s4fGfIUorVE/s320/Gothicsm954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368332965433900466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoAmYictBHI/AAAAAAAAEKc/NP76IJbRxzQ/s320/Gothicsm951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368332958831543410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoAmYah1lpI/AAAAAAAAEKU/tW3TRH-M9-Y/s320/Gothicsm948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368332956705592978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoAmX2WDMPI/AAAAAAAAEKM/JQIoVW325pk/s320/Gothicsm950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368332946992476402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;Just a short one will do.&lt;br /&gt;Basically yesterday i doze off at 4am, finally.&lt;br /&gt;Today wake up at 11.45am , got meeting with boyf.&lt;br /&gt;Met him at 1pm at interchange, we headed to sembawang,&lt;br /&gt;Bused to Ssc , went to buy mat and eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;After we do so, went 7eleven to buy drinks and snack.&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to sembawang park , picnic i think .&lt;br /&gt;We found a place with peace and layed the mat there.&lt;br /&gt;So many ants crawling around, biting us up. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;Then we just chit chat and enjoy the sandwhich i did and snacks all.&lt;br /&gt;Headed back home at 6plus,&lt;br /&gt;A kind of tired, gonna prepare for school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Prelim starts on wednesday, OMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4617058412609182114?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4617058412609182114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/picnic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4617058412609182114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4617058412609182114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/picnic.html' title='Picnic.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SoAm1NkfU-I/AAAAAAAAELE/50iZ7-qDDbQ/s72-c/Gothicsm955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2487675732175595706</id><published>2009-08-08T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:47:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace-zah-heart . (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1181.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1161.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1160.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1164.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1165.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1166.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1172.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1193.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;There are more actually, didn't upload all. (:&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up at 8.45am, i called him to wake him up,&lt;br /&gt;however, piggy him sleep back, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite frustrated actually, after that he finally wake up! :D&lt;br /&gt;Den we meet at causeway point. We trained to city hall.&lt;br /&gt;He meet his bandmate awhile, after that we go eat at marina square.&lt;br /&gt;We eat at Pizza hut, the huts couple , have fun perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;He's so funny! (&lt;i&gt;Chicken soup seyyy ^^&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;After we finish eating , we go back to woodlands, actually wanto go bugis,&lt;br /&gt;but, the weather is so bad, so, headed back by bus 960.&lt;br /&gt;I slept on him. :P , i was too tired,so, after we reach, bused to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Then we go 7eleven buy drinks, den after that go sit down at the bbq pit ,&lt;br /&gt;Den after that we went to voiddeck and slack.&lt;br /&gt;Till 4plus, he sent me home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. :0.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna bathe and do my homework, prelim starts on wednesday!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow is mummy's birthday :D ; singapore as well. heeeheeeh.&lt;br /&gt;Monday hope to meet boyf. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2487675732175595706?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2487675732175595706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/peace-ah-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2487675732175595706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2487675732175595706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/peace-ah-heart.html' title='Peace-zah-heart . (:'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8328477743142874799</id><published>2009-08-07T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:52:17.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwv7PIRQDI/AAAAAAAAEKE/h9Y4_DvOcIQ/s320/Photo1130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367217550638792754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwv6ko8jjI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/MlxDZl1uQeU/s320/Photo1127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367217539233123890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwv6U0en5I/AAAAAAAAEJ0/BItMKZLo0A8/s320/Photo1128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367217534986526610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwv5-fERCI/AAAAAAAAEJs/T9niR9nFr8g/s320/Photo1139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367217528991138850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwv5ndggiI/AAAAAAAAEJk/rovOtLbagYA/s320/LOVE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367217522810585634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwu_sx5gzI/AAAAAAAAEJc/moA7CMFAU6k/s320/Photo1143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216527805874994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwu_YlLkjI/AAAAAAAAEJU/XI1reRBByzM/s320/Photo1145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216522383823410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwu_BNuedI/AAAAAAAAEJM/hPqoxAN2BQQ/s320/Photo1153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216516111432146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwu-Y_wXKI/AAAAAAAAEJE/wpa41yVCH9E/s320/Photo1149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216505315417250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwu-A8253I/AAAAAAAAEI8/YksnsiQbIHg/s320/Photo1151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367216498860812146" border="0" /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;A short one will do. (:&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to school with my boyf. :D&lt;br /&gt;After that he go first, i meet bilian gf, we fought ah.&lt;br /&gt;After that in school, celebrate national day, w/o concert performance.&lt;br /&gt;I open my bag and check my phone for more than 20times, hoping that he text me,&lt;br /&gt;but, nah, he didn't , but, nevermind, we still continue with our plan.&lt;br /&gt;We meet at 2plus at interchange, after that we go Seoul Garden, book table first.&lt;br /&gt;Must wait for hour plus, den we go shop around, crack jokes all, after that the&lt;br /&gt;manager called me, so, went to seoul garden , baby's first time there :D&lt;br /&gt;I guide him along uh, we both bloated liao, the only thing i hate is,&lt;br /&gt;We stinks after eating. we finish eating at 5plus.&lt;br /&gt;He sent me home, we hang out till 7plus, he send me, den he went home.&lt;br /&gt;I love him. ; he's so sweeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow go town with boyf. wheeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8328477743142874799?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8328477743142874799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8328477743142874799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8328477743142874799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Snwv7PIRQDI/AAAAAAAAEKE/h9Y4_DvOcIQ/s72-c/Photo1130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1304244843994246496</id><published>2009-08-06T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:36:17.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing our love .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/DSC03969-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to school as usual, i leave home around 7.07am.&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm gonna be late, Argh.&lt;br /&gt;I meet bilian gf to school, i'm not sure if we're late,&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual today, got pe also. fun yet tiring. hee.&lt;br /&gt;Last period was filling in ite forms.&lt;br /&gt;I choose hospitality,business studies,accounting,baking and pastry etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ite college central and west. &lt;br /&gt;After that i rush home, prepare all, den go school fetch him.&lt;br /&gt;After that we slack awhile, den he sent me to bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;den we saw this small boy vomiting, its like so disgusting,&lt;br /&gt;den we both like, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! , feel like wanto vomit also.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay, after that sms with him . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Ilovehim. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1304244843994246496?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1304244843994246496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/reminiscing-our-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1304244843994246496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1304244843994246496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/reminiscing-our-love.html' title='Reminiscing our love .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3243362356407741936</id><published>2009-08-05T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:49:41.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow after all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnmaURP8KhI/AAAAAAAAEI0/stCJr184eXI/s320/Photo0954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366490104006978066" border="0" /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;This few days getting more and more tired and restless.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we're perfectly fine now (:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he gave me a note, heart-shaped , i was really happy. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;Today i gave him his favourite duckling note, heeheeh.&lt;br /&gt;Today almost late for school, we both wake up late cos yesterday night chat till late night.&lt;br /&gt;Today i end school at 5pm, got maths, he stay back for english,&lt;br /&gt;so, he wait for me, den we go slack at our usual place.&lt;br /&gt;after that he sent me to take bus ,&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with him everytime, although honey moon month gone already,&lt;br /&gt;but, maybe things can get better .&lt;br /&gt;I've almost completed maths mock exam.&lt;br /&gt;Today got chem test, haiyoo.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdayyyy. go bugissss , study , hangout .&lt;br /&gt;Next saturday plan is sentosa . (:&lt;br /&gt;We plan liao. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Its a kind of true , previous time life was a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;You always stand by me, taught me alot .&lt;br /&gt;So , i will do my best for you.&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3243362356407741936?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3243362356407741936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainbow-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3243362356407741936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3243362356407741936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainbow-after-all.html' title='Rainbow after all.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnmaURP8KhI/AAAAAAAAEI0/stCJr184eXI/s72-c/Photo0954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3304387301046479750</id><published>2009-08-03T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:22:32.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality hurts, truth lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/LOVEAGAIN016.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/IMG00007-20090110-1010.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Its my old random picture taken this year.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say, i'm not in the mood now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i went to school as usual today, but, didn't meet bilian gf.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's down with fever, stay at home to rest, thats the sad thing,&lt;br /&gt;Without her voice and jokes, seems to be bored.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, container 1 is my permanent classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Busy moving tables and chair, in and out, up and down around.&lt;br /&gt;Well, lesson's as usual. After school i went kfc with him.&lt;br /&gt;There the sad thing came. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, well. i have nothing much to say,but,&lt;br /&gt;I left with goodbye, i board my bus and i left.&lt;br /&gt;I cried, my tears falls, im so afraid that people around will saw me cry,&lt;br /&gt;i felt so embarrassed . :'(&lt;br /&gt;I'm nonchalant . We are fighting now, cold wars.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeee. thats the thing, i came back home, changed my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Lied down on my bed and started crying, hardly.&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i felt its totally gone. Well, its okay,&lt;br /&gt;i guess, not the first time i felt this, thats my life indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can i have a request from my friends and passerbys?&lt;br /&gt;I have this question for you, i hope you all could tell me your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;} Would you allow your boyfriend/girlfriend to give his/her contact number&lt;br /&gt;to a opposite sex who asked for it ? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tag your opinion on my tagboard, i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone will do, friends, passerbys all. thanks for the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no mood . Supposedly i've to help ms hema with the chemistry poster.&lt;br /&gt;I've no mood to do anything, dragged on i guess. sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the question i asked above, i've an answer.&lt;br /&gt;; NO. Because love is a commitment, i know its all right to make more friends,&lt;br /&gt;but , everything starts from friends, love is not 1=1 , not giving in then sure&lt;br /&gt;makes a couple last long,it takes alot of hardwork too. If i really came across this situation, i would say no. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;Today, my heart was taken by you, broken by you and now, in pieces becos of you. thanks for the hurt. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3304387301046479750?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3304387301046479750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-hurts-truth-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3304387301046479750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3304387301046479750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-hurts-truth-lies.html' title='Reality hurts, truth lies.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2928015261768203876</id><published>2009-08-02T16:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:54:23.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnVOPFpoCwI/AAAAAAAAEHs/1hFGEvI1G0g/s320/Photo1090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365280552203586306" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnVOO9bS1tI/AAAAAAAAEHk/2tFMylXisxs/s320/Photo1087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365280549995992786" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnVN6DDdzkI/AAAAAAAAEHc/gSVe6KGRca0/s320/Photo1086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365280190729408066" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnVN55ujhVI/AAAAAAAAEHU/TAA1g9IXQu4/s320/Photo1084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365280188225783122" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnVN5jDZGkI/AAAAAAAAEHM/N-Rv_TI0BQ4/s320/Photo1082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365280182139165250" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnVN5gWhj4I/AAAAAAAAEHE/8RYNHwO6CWE/s320/Photo1080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365280181414104962" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnVN5cQeUgI/AAAAAAAAEG8/WIsif-IlI5k/s320/Photo1077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365280180314984962" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon all. (:&lt;br /&gt;Since he update his blog already, so , i shall update now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, today was bored.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i woke up at 12plus today &gt;.&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;Boyf text me at 10plus i supposed, i saw his text, but, i didn't reply,&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired and continued my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Den he texted me again, ask me to sleep first luh, so, i replied and slept.&lt;br /&gt;Finally wake up at 12plus, text him :D&lt;br /&gt;I was totally bored today, just watch tv, eat , use the computer all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do my homework soon i guess. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to have Muhd Zulfadly in my life. :B&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna go to school with him and leave school with him .:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; imisshimbadly. zczczczczcczczc. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had to say goodbye, I'd utter hello.&lt;br /&gt; If I had to let you go, I'd hold you close.&lt;br /&gt; If I had to forget you, I'd reminisce with solace.&lt;br /&gt; And lastly, if I were to die, I'd live again and search for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tag's replies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TFB-Ssy :&lt;/b&gt; Hello hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yuhang : &lt;/b&gt;LOL. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2928015261768203876?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2928015261768203876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-gonna-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2928015261768203876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2928015261768203876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-gonna-be-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be with you.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnVOmYdwrsI/AAAAAAAAEIk/vvM3y3Vx0PI/s72-c/Photo1072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-525307749381602489</id><published>2009-08-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:26:34.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could I doubt, what was meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1091.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to blog, something's wrong with blogger again, well, nevermind, i just continue blogging than . (:&lt;br /&gt;Today supposedly meeting him at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;I planned to wake up at 9.30am as i already set my alarm .&lt;br /&gt;However, i was too tired and i woke up at 10.26am by his call.&lt;br /&gt;We met at 12 instead. so, i prepare all.&lt;br /&gt;After that met him at interchange, we went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;Did my homework, then bused to my house area, went 7eleven , buy food&lt;br /&gt;&amp; cookies. heeheeh. after that we slack at usual place.&lt;br /&gt;At about 5plus, he sent me home den he went back home.&lt;br /&gt;I take a hard time to transfer files to the pc.&lt;br /&gt;Only uploaded 1picture as the upload photo icon gone case already.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats all for today &amp; i'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Bye kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-525307749381602489?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/525307749381602489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-could-i-doubt-what-was-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/525307749381602489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/525307749381602489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-could-i-doubt-what-was-meant-to-be.html' title='How could I doubt, what was meant to be'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2530827442443909103</id><published>2009-07-31T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:39:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head over heels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x237/twiggy-chan/Couple%20Pictures/love.jpg" border="0" alt="l"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellohello.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual, meet him.&lt;br /&gt;After that i wait for bilian at bus stop, he go first.&lt;br /&gt;Did biometric, after that went to class.&lt;br /&gt;Got maths friday assignment to do. &lt;br /&gt;Our class air-con is now under repair (: Teehee. goodnews? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;We're shifted to container room 1. Have my geog and maths lesson there.&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite tiring, after school i wait for him at school.&lt;br /&gt;Then he sent me to take bus at woodland center, he go mosque.&lt;br /&gt;After i reach home i rest for awhile, den after his prayers,&lt;br /&gt;he text me,i go bathe all. Meet him at my block , as usual.&lt;br /&gt;At 5plus, he send me home, den i just eat and use the com.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do my homework later ,tomorrow going to library.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. goodbye kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Love is not something that can be explained,&lt;br /&gt;Its something that takes work and emotions from every part of your body.&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight, you'll cry, you'll laugh and you'll lie,&lt;br /&gt;Finding that right person will be your test in life,&lt;br /&gt;from it, you'll grow,change and open yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you can do whatever it is you want ,&lt;br /&gt;because you did the hardest thing yet you trusted with your whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;You allowed someone to come into your life,&lt;br /&gt;you didn't back down, you fell in love.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zullie hubby :&lt;/b&gt; Hello! Heees. told you what i wanto change new skin, didn't i ? hmmm, no lah, not sweet, salty lah. teeheeh.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading and tagging. (: ILOVEYOU.&lt;br /&gt;you're most welcomed. :D &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2530827442443909103?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2530827442443909103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/head-over-heels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2530827442443909103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2530827442443909103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/head-over-heels.html' title='Head over heels.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x237/twiggy-chan/Couple%20Pictures/th_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-9202120561357534143</id><published>2009-07-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:24:54.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo0544.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, today school as usual, i went alone w/o him.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't meet him, he got oral practice.&lt;br /&gt;Meet bilian gf at bus stop, after that , went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual, today is like exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Got pe, played rugby again. Grouped with jokers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home, prepare and went to fetch him.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to mac for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I sent him home, at around 7.45pm, i went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;So so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-9202120561357534143?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/9202120561357534143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-irresistible-desire-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/9202120561357534143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/9202120561357534143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-irresistible-desire-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-5926454697589720029</id><published>2009-07-29T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:28:34.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of blogskin done. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnBYp1NZ1lI/AAAAAAAAEG0/nl-c8I1ZWsg/s320/i_love_you80534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363884631879439954" border="0" /&gt;Hello hello . {!}&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update my blog, i privated my blog earlier on as i'm changing the skin.&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school with him today , as well as bilian gf.&lt;br /&gt;Basically we take temperature and went down to the canteen for oral practice,&lt;br /&gt;However, it don't consider as a practice for me ? =.=&lt;br /&gt;Its like, we only read news paper and we went down late.&lt;br /&gt;Take national anthem and pledge in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;After that went up to class, Mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot my teacher is on leave, a relieve teacher came.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me , i fallen alseep. cause' he kept saying , "Next time got time i tell you more..''.&lt;br /&gt;He repeated this phrase for more than 5 times , even though i'm sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I could hear it. Hopefully, its going to be interesting as he said,&lt;br /&gt;he'll be teaching us magic and reading palm? haha. i'm waiting. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual, well, i'm not very happy today, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;I got my 'N' level mother tongue oral today, i hesitate alot!&lt;br /&gt;Its like, i'm too nervous, but, usually im okay, during 'O' level mother tongue,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as nervous as today.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, what is done, cannot be undone, so, bless me.&lt;br /&gt;After oral, went to class, at 5n2, didn't do any mock exam today.&lt;br /&gt;I took the worksheet home, after school, i met him at level2 .&lt;br /&gt;We take bus to causeway point, went to PD,&lt;br /&gt;Bought cakes. teehee:D , After that he sent me to my house here,&lt;br /&gt;We slack as usual, eat cakes, wheee. Have fun eating cakes with him always :P&lt;br /&gt;After that at 6plus, he sent me back home,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saturday i want him to teach me maths &amp;amp; physics.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he can teach me and i can understand it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Bye kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tag's replies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charmian :&lt;/span&gt; Yeap, i updated already, previously my internet connection&lt;br /&gt;not working well, sorry for that, hee, see ya around :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kray : &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm, we not sweet at all lo. :B , heeeheeeh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny :&lt;/span&gt; LOL ? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H/BL: &lt;/span&gt;Thank you :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zullie :&lt;/span&gt; Baby! Happy belated 1st monthsary :) , iloveyoutoo hubbyyy.&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuting :&lt;/span&gt; Yeap, thanks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atikah :&lt;/span&gt; Hey, thanks , you too last long . :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-5926454697589720029?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/5926454697589720029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-of-blogskin-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5926454697589720029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5926454697589720029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-of-blogskin-done.html' title='Change of blogskin done. (:'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SnBYp1NZ1lI/AAAAAAAAEG0/nl-c8I1ZWsg/s72-c/i_love_you80534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3154092089599012389</id><published>2009-07-28T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:12:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive and forget ?</title><content type='html'>Hello.(:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry not reply tags today, gotto do my homework,&lt;br /&gt;Just spare myself some time to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school myself,&lt;br /&gt;After that i saw him walking to school.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry with him because of this issue,&lt;br /&gt;But , he apologized to me, everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me my second suprise today.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet cans, i didn't imagine that he would do that for me.&lt;br /&gt;Got many of our pictures. weeet.&lt;br /&gt;After school, i wait for him awhile, den we bus to cwp.&lt;br /&gt;We argue ley, but okay already.&lt;br /&gt;Teehee :D&lt;br /&gt;After that he go buy thing, den sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;we go 7eleven , buy food, den slack , eat.&lt;br /&gt;7plus he leave, den he sent me to my home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my homework, maths! okay. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3154092089599012389?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3154092089599012389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/forgive-and-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3154092089599012389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3154092089599012389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/forgive-and-forget.html' title='Forgive and forget ?'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7795478862029511232</id><published>2009-07-27T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:00:21.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep my hand held high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1009.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you speaks ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/Photo1046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a , sort of unlucky day but, still , he made my day :}&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i wake up as usual , Maybe i was abit late this morning,&lt;br /&gt;As i'm really tired. :0 , I meet him at usual place today,&lt;br /&gt;I went to buy milk den we walk to school, meet bilian gf , schooled together.&lt;br /&gt;We are quite early this morning as usually when we walks to school,&lt;br /&gt;Its just a quiet path, today full of silians. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Everything as usual today, Gotto do my homework later on.&lt;br /&gt;Have to buck up with my studies,&lt;br /&gt;This morning teacher tell us about Ite , well,&lt;br /&gt;We will have to make choices, Well ,i'm interested in Hospitality. (:&lt;br /&gt;Higher nitec.&lt;br /&gt;But, sure cannot want, i want to go sec5! .&lt;br /&gt;Cos cos, he say if i go sec5 next year, he send me to school daily.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;:DD funny right him. hee.&lt;br /&gt;In school suay man today, haha, You girls know. hee.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after school, got to stay back for mock exam , chem.&lt;br /&gt;So, after that i wait for him, den we went to cwp together,&lt;br /&gt;He treat me pizza @ Pastamania .(: Thankyou! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;After that he send me to take bus, cos late already.&lt;br /&gt;So , i went home, its a kind of cold as its a rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;he like sick already, bought panadol tablets and he ate already.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he recover, i don't want him to sick ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay, getting cold, have to do my stuff and finish my hw.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats all today.&lt;br /&gt;Bye kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; i reply tags soon (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7795478862029511232?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7795478862029511232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-my-hand-held-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7795478862029511232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7795478862029511232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-my-hand-held-high.html' title='Keep my hand held high.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-5280322884156446296</id><published>2009-07-26T15:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:27:24.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy  1st Monthsary boyfriend . 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 1st monthsary, yes we're very happy together . :P&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we celebrated our monthsary at town (:&lt;br /&gt;First.&lt;br /&gt;He fetch me at my house , after that we went to causeway point .&lt;br /&gt;We took train and went to Marina Square .&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat KFC, Then he wanted a drink so he bought Mango smoothie &lt;br /&gt;at Mac cafe , after that we actually planned to go to Esplanade ,&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately , the road was blocked due to NDP ,&lt;br /&gt;So, After walking a big round , we still didn't manage to get there.&lt;br /&gt;We are exhausted, the sun was really big.&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to woodlands, after that he bought wrist bands.&lt;br /&gt;Then we train to Clarke Quay , We just hang around there, &lt;br /&gt;Camwhore abit, sit down and saw the singapore flag on the sky.&lt;br /&gt;We left CQ at around 8pm, we then headed to the last venue of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Orchard, We went to Isetan Mac cafe , We celebrated there.&lt;br /&gt;However, He bought this drink , Ice Passion Tea that caused him with&lt;br /&gt;much regets , as its really bitter. So, smart enough, he get packets of &lt;br /&gt;sugar and stir with it. We also bought cakes, He bought Darn Good brownie,&lt;br /&gt;Mine is Oreo Cheesecake. Too full to even finish up Oreo cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;At about 9plus, we left Orchard and headed to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;The train is so squeezy, we couldn't get any seats , but, &lt;br /&gt;I lie down on his shoulder even when we're standing.Hee.&lt;br /&gt;We took bus 169 from interchange to my house.&lt;br /&gt;After that i went to change and put down my things.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shower but, he would get tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;So, i just changed and leave , We hang out at my block.&lt;br /&gt;We talked , we play , we joke .&lt;br /&gt;Just alot of fun, I was tired and wanto sleep. hee.&lt;br /&gt;At 1plus, he left , he sent me back home den he went home.&lt;br /&gt;I went home, remove my make up, shower all.&lt;br /&gt;Text with him and then i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired to continue texting &gt;.&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;When i wake up today, i saw his text. Wheee :D&lt;br /&gt;At about 12plus , i think he call me around that time,&lt;br /&gt;I was still sleeping . haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;It had been 1month, time is passing kinda fast i think.&lt;br /&gt;In this 1month, yes we argue, we quarell , we are unhappy some times.&lt;br /&gt;However, There's more happy times rather than unhappy ones.(:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long we could last, &lt;br /&gt;I never put very high hopes on everything.&lt;br /&gt;But, i will do my best and try to be a good girlfriend for you.&lt;br /&gt;Although i know i couldn't, but, i will try alright.&lt;br /&gt;Just like you do, always understanding me, tolerate me.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for everything you have done, &lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your presence here with me.&lt;br /&gt;And i really like the present you gave me, thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I know actions speaks louder than words, i will try my best.&lt;br /&gt;Next month, We'll go to town again. &lt;br /&gt;We'll get more and more happier, right?&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Everything should go on quite smoothly by now. i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;Studies! yes, remember our saturday to library plan?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it continues alright (:&lt;br /&gt;Iloveyou, everywords comes from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely very pleased to have you with me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much my love :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-5280322884156446296?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/5280322884156446296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-1st-monthsary-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5280322884156446296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5280322884156446296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-1st-monthsary-boyfriend.html' title='Happy  1st Monthsary boyfriend . (:'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7358802516853409459</id><published>2009-07-25T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:17:00.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is blind, but friendship closes its eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmncH0NPiaI/AAAAAAAAEGs/iPcdPC3SO40/s320/Photo0925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362058858192669090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Smnb3_acTII/AAAAAAAAEGc/k6oWKQbU-jw/s320/Photo0936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362058586322914434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Smnb3m3FyTI/AAAAAAAAEGU/0RXP4fmuB6s/s320/Photo0927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362058579732187442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellohello.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a normal school day, i meet him this morning, surprisingly because, its raining.&lt;br /&gt;He fetch me at bus stop, Sit down at our usual place,&lt;br /&gt;Den he ate the sandwhich i made, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After that , i went to buy milk, after that go to school together.&lt;br /&gt;Today ss lesson, we combine with Mr lau's class, cos ms pearlyn absent.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do ss, i did my maths, and i started on ratio want, however,&lt;br /&gt;teacher say the topics infront can do ourself,in case no time to cover all topics. =.=&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. after that i ask ms lin to take for me his bottle from container,&lt;br /&gt;cos he forget to bring back since 'o' LC, so, i wash for him and refill it with water (:&lt;br /&gt;Recess with him as well, after that maths,&lt;br /&gt;fun after all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;Take bus at wdl centre there, walk with him and faiz.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun? :D ,&lt;br /&gt;After school went home, sleep, at 2.40pm i wake up, call him,&lt;br /&gt;he coming already so i went to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;Meet him at my block, after that we go shell.&lt;br /&gt;Den hang out at playground, den went back to my block,&lt;br /&gt;Childrens playing block catching, alamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow is gonna be fun, i  suppose..&lt;br /&gt;Talk quite alot with him today, about my past and all. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;He say tomorrow must take tons of pictures, Yes sir! :B&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna wear the Espirt shirt i bought for him tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Love is great , when you find someone to give it to .&lt;br /&gt;; Love is that condition which the happiness another person,&lt;br /&gt;is essential to your own .&lt;br /&gt;; No one is ever betrayed by true love .&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient , Love is kind, Love has no boundaries as well.&lt;br /&gt;Love takes some courages, Love takes time .&lt;br /&gt;For me and you, will be a lifetime .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7358802516853409459?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7358802516853409459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-blind-but-friendship-closes-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7358802516853409459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7358802516853409459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-blind-but-friendship-closes-its.html' title='Love is blind, but friendship closes its eyes.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmncH0NPiaI/AAAAAAAAEGs/iPcdPC3SO40/s72-c/Photo0925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-6919850043260053577</id><published>2009-07-23T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:16:42.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case theres no tomorrow , Iloveyoutoday. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_667003708l.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_152505209l.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_813464984l.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_384525078l.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with blogger as the posting thingy seems weird? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I'm here to blog! &lt;br /&gt;Today, went to school as usual , i didn't meet him cos he got oral prac.&lt;br /&gt;So, i sleep until 6am , butbut, he disturb me lah. HEEHEEH.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep2, he text me , alamak. &lt;br /&gt;School as usual . &lt;br /&gt;Pe was fun, superb!&lt;br /&gt;We played Rugby today, i group with Audrey,Bilian,Zhiyong,Kl and Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;KL made us laugh like hell, Zhiyong too.&lt;br /&gt;Last part we have to snatch each others tag on our pants.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, mine gone case, i snatch 2back, both zhiyong's. &lt;br /&gt;Basically i was the 3rd left with tags. heeheeh.&lt;br /&gt;I shout too much, throat pain already. roar.&lt;br /&gt;Today got Social Studies Mock Exam , &lt;br /&gt;I swear i totally forget about it, so, i'm prepared to get single digit. ):&lt;br /&gt;Ps , Talk about 'N' level passing criteria.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I want to go sec 5, who don't want to. but, its hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;After school i went back home , &lt;br /&gt;wait, before that, today i cry in school, i mean , heartbreak?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats wrong, moodswing lah. &lt;i&gt;sorrybaby&lt;/i&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;After school, i went back home , bathe all, went to fetch him.&lt;br /&gt;After that we bought the Little miss keychain, haha.&lt;br /&gt;We got fat fat wants ,so heavy. heee. &lt;br /&gt;I took the plain yellow smiley, his is the purple ms smiley.&lt;br /&gt;I was playing with it in the bus, he laugh at me &gt;.&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went to see our 2007 Syf video at youtube.&lt;br /&gt;"Heart beats of jungle" . This year "Struggling with truimph" .&lt;br /&gt;I really miss all my seniors, those times we spent,&lt;br /&gt;and of cos 09, i miss those times spent with dancers,&lt;br /&gt;All my dudes and babes! &lt;br /&gt;I think that, we really did our best, so, *a loud applause peeps* .&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we can have our bbq asap, after prelims.&lt;br /&gt;So, see you guys soonnnnnn. :D LOVELOVELOVEMISSMISSMISS. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is friday, meet him.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, meet him , go town , celebrations .&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, special day, meet him .(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Bye kids. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-6919850043260053577?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/6919850043260053577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/6919850043260053577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/6919850043260053577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha.html' title='Just in case theres no tomorrow , Iloveyoutoday. (:'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8745815956833240501</id><published>2009-07-22T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:28:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We belong together .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmcWDEmwVkI/AAAAAAAAEGM/QaFzgzdLSKc/s320/Photo0876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361278123439576642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmcVQRFbtAI/AAAAAAAAEF8/iEKdzyBKbJA/s320/Photo0865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361277250616144898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;I've this issue with my internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday went to woodland point with him,&lt;br /&gt;Go do homework actually,end up, he busying with sending pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Today school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;I've got my 'O' level listening comprehension .&lt;br /&gt;Its really tricky at certain parts, heeheeh.&lt;br /&gt;After LC, we are all discussing about the answers. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went home, bathe and prepare to fetch him.&lt;br /&gt;I buy for him Mango Ice blend ;&lt;br /&gt;I was silly enough to use my phone to try out and finally ,&lt;br /&gt;I found the 'O' level malay LC channel. phew.&lt;br /&gt;I reach at about the right time, luckily . :D&lt;br /&gt;After that we slack at our usual place, den i sent him home . :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prepared suprise for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thats really so sweet of him :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TRUCKLOADS OF LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8745815956833240501?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8745815956833240501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-belong-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8745815956833240501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8745815956833240501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-belong-together.html' title='We belong together .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmcWDEmwVkI/AAAAAAAAEGM/QaFzgzdLSKc/s72-c/Photo0876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2739879475699324456</id><published>2009-07-19T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:32:37.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats the way baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmMdeE10hbI/AAAAAAAAEF0/0kPs_Cf6Qt8/s320/Photo0864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360160384033785266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmMcqWaD4FI/AAAAAAAAEFk/i4y6_cPl6G0/s320/Photo0871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360159495395991634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmMcqh1EI-I/AAAAAAAAEFs/2Vlw66gy2oE/s320/Photo0866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360159498462045154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;Bloging as usual ayeah (:&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite terrible for me?&lt;br /&gt;I got dream . Maybe a bad dream but, it wasn't a night mare.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up crying. its pretty weird for me .&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that i've another boy siah!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmpft. But, in reality NO kay .&lt;br /&gt;I got a tiff with him this afternoon, hmmm, i woke up at different timing.&lt;br /&gt;Text with him, i didn't leave my bed till around 2pm .&lt;br /&gt;I mean we never quarell la, maybe small argue, i angry with him , i cry.&lt;br /&gt;Stress ley, But, after that okay already, he came to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;As we said yesterday, so, he wait for me outside my house there.&lt;br /&gt;We go shell forawhile , afterthat slack at my block.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, he always make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i gotta finish up my homework .&lt;br /&gt;Iron my clothes, bathe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course sms with him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ILOVEYOUUU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something eternal, The aspect may change, But not the essence.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the emblem of eternity:&lt;br /&gt;it confounds all notion of time:&lt;br /&gt;effaces   all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.&lt;br /&gt;Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;br /&gt; It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not   proud.&lt;br /&gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,&lt;br /&gt;it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt; Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always   hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love make impossible , possible. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dummie says : Love goes my way, so , it does. thanks dude. :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2739879475699324456?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2739879475699324456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-way-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2739879475699324456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2739879475699324456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-way-baby.html' title='Thats the way baby.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmMdeE10hbI/AAAAAAAAEF0/0kPs_Cf6Qt8/s72-c/Photo0864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7563278926288183472</id><published>2009-07-18T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:58:12.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmHhIsnKnnI/AAAAAAAAEFc/KZAyJoDL4tw/s320/Photo0876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359812571078237810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmHhIf84yxI/AAAAAAAAEFU/4OddaqOY-Q4/s320/Photo0875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359812567679683346" border="0" /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a tiring day!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9plus, after that shower and prepare to meet him,&lt;br /&gt;He wait for me at interchange, after that we go library .&lt;br /&gt;Did my math homework, after that go buy mac, i growk2 already.&lt;br /&gt;So, we just slack at my house area.&lt;br /&gt;Around 4plus, he gotto go already ,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly sweetheart called me, so, she meet me at bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;We talked alot, after that slack at Buzz @ 883.&lt;br /&gt;Till night, 9plus, got this cute cute small boy. super cute!&lt;br /&gt;I think he call Shah, ROAR. so cute, they are fighting for money to play game.&lt;br /&gt;Den his brother take away the coin and play, he shout like hell and cry.&lt;br /&gt;I pass him all the coins i have and let him play.&lt;br /&gt;I sayang him! heeheeh. I think his brother in law is a tatoo freak, full of tatoo.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. after that went back home.&lt;br /&gt;Boyf text me :) HEEHEEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; 25th we'll go to town again ,&lt;br /&gt;He so secretive ah, alamak. :X&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7563278926288183472?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7563278926288183472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7563278926288183472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7563278926288183472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-you.html' title='I MISS YOU.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmHhIsnKnnI/AAAAAAAAEFc/KZAyJoDL4tw/s72-c/Photo0876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7539889105220415577</id><published>2009-07-17T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:14:39.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You coloured my world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmB2-D6rKaI/AAAAAAAAEFE/8mYk6514Sxw/s320/Photo0847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359414365146261922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt; -120709-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmB3FNERSkI/AAAAAAAAEFM/Exy00I6NObg/s320/Photo0860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359414487861512770" border="0" /&gt;-170709-&lt;/center&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the pic above, we wearing the same as we wear that day,totally same (:&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as per-normal.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as per-normal,&lt;br /&gt;Everything as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not late today, i suppose. xD&lt;br /&gt;Exchange our bags today, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I fake2 angry with him, hahaha, so funny ayeah.&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson was fun today, crack jokes and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;However, still some didn't mind their own business. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after school, we wait for me, i go find him at cabin.&lt;br /&gt;Den go out together, i go home,&lt;br /&gt;after that bathe all, i wait him under his block.&lt;br /&gt;Den we go library return book, go eat kfc.&lt;br /&gt;After that slack as usual, till 7plus, saw tiongda , grrr.&lt;br /&gt;He sent me home luh, today so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going library to do homework lor.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully sunday can meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9more days . (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7539889105220415577?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7539889105220415577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-coloured-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7539889105220415577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7539889105220415577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-coloured-my-world.html' title='You coloured my world.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SmB2-D6rKaI/AAAAAAAAEFE/8mYk6514Sxw/s72-c/Photo0847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-6654471529199017916</id><published>2009-07-16T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:59:30.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sl8xQ3zX-sI/AAAAAAAAEE8/p-kLax1NDmM/s320/Photo0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359056247521278658" border="0" /&gt;Hello .&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual, i was late for school.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual . Today is super bored.&lt;br /&gt;During geog there's so many laughters and jokes around.&lt;br /&gt;Rais and khairul seems playing a skit and we were laughing our ass out.&lt;br /&gt;Joke around. haha.&lt;br /&gt;He got headache ley ): alamak.&lt;br /&gt;Pity him lah. get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;And my Ahyeen girlfriend , get well soon . i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after school i went home, prepare all,&lt;br /&gt;fetch him, den send him home lor (:&lt;br /&gt;First time , haha, always he send me, now i try to send him once.&lt;br /&gt;heee.&lt;br /&gt;Okay . bye kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I know its not very strong , but, together we'll make it, like what you said.&lt;br /&gt;5years . hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-6654471529199017916?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/6654471529199017916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-love-and-win-is-best-thing-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/6654471529199017916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/6654471529199017916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-love-and-win-is-best-thing-to-love.html' title='To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sl8xQ3zX-sI/AAAAAAAAEE8/p-kLax1NDmM/s72-c/Photo0733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-757545065140847416</id><published>2009-07-15T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:46:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun shuts down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo163/alexcordova80216/ballons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Its raining, i walk in the rain to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;I was drenched , partially only i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily got tissue paper, wipe for me.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sit down till the rain goes lighter , after that walk to school.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Almost complete my art, have to touch up.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;After school went causeway point together,&lt;br /&gt;after that go buy things to eat, curry puff, he buy waffle.&lt;br /&gt;Funny sia, at first say, i want cheese, den change, ah blueberry ah,&lt;br /&gt;den change, chocolate chocolate, den at last see ppl infront buy cheese want.&lt;br /&gt;He get influenced. so, he bought cheese one, cute right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, home at 6plus.&lt;br /&gt;Moodless today ley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sl3c1uAcmkI/AAAAAAAAEEs/wMiSt-1fuuU/s320/Photo0793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358681947081841218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sl3dF7F1KwI/AAAAAAAAEE0/F5hLJd7TA8o/s320/Photo0739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358682225471990530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I expect what you didn't thought of.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry love.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for understanding me, you're great.&lt;br /&gt;11more days . (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-757545065140847416?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/757545065140847416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-shuts-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/757545065140847416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/757545065140847416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-shuts-down.html' title='Sun shuts down.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sl3c1uAcmkI/AAAAAAAAEEs/wMiSt-1fuuU/s72-c/Photo0793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1017934945790430480</id><published>2009-07-14T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:53:10.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got it bad .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Slxwn3-PV1I/AAAAAAAAEEk/aUQl4gVSi7g/s320/Photo0801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358281487006259026" border="0" /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;School as usual today, he's absent today. ):&lt;br /&gt;Today quite a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;Doing frame work for art , mind map for geog.&lt;br /&gt;Worksheet for math, notebook for physics.&lt;br /&gt;Mock exam paper for english.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went back home ,&lt;br /&gt;very tired and then went to sleep till 7plus .&lt;br /&gt;Growk growk already ~ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU, recover soon please . :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1017934945790430480?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1017934945790430480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-got-it-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1017934945790430480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1017934945790430480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-got-it-bad.html' title='You got it bad .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Slxwn3-PV1I/AAAAAAAAEEk/aUQl4gVSi7g/s72-c/Photo0801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4576111469946524542</id><published>2009-07-13T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:13:29.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can i have a piece of heaven ? please .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sls_mJx70FI/AAAAAAAAEEc/5zHviRfOj-o/s320/Photo0771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357946106380275794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOODLESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats going on .&lt;br /&gt;What's on my mind now ?&lt;br /&gt;So many question marks ,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;What can i say, when words can't make it better ?&lt;br /&gt;Damn .&lt;br /&gt;Sorry love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4576111469946524542?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4576111469946524542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-i-have-piece-of-heaven-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4576111469946524542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4576111469946524542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-i-have-piece-of-heaven-please.html' title='Can i have a piece of heaven ? please .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sls_mJx70FI/AAAAAAAAEEc/5zHviRfOj-o/s72-c/Photo0771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3076048807571657218</id><published>2009-07-12T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:40:22.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you mean it, i'll believe it .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlnzvkvOy1I/AAAAAAAAEEU/Fw1C_K_wTxw/s320/Photo0794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357581230375095122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlnzRqDzyuI/AAAAAAAAEEE/zPSLNR5Cf9M/s320/Photo0751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357580716407507682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ;&lt;br /&gt;Currently feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;Did my homework today at home .&lt;br /&gt;Meet him at 4pm , went to walk walk at causeway point .&lt;br /&gt;He help his adek buy her stuff, after that we went pd , bought 2piece of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;After that 7eleven buy drinks, den went b1 , bought chicken pie and donno what apple thing.&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to my area, spent time together, huahua,&lt;br /&gt;Did camwhore, but, didn't transfer file to pc. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow start schooling again.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully won't fall asleep in class. especially Mother tongue lesson.4periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3076048807571657218?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3076048807571657218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-mean-it-ill-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3076048807571657218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3076048807571657218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-mean-it-ill-believe-it.html' title='If you mean it, i&apos;ll believe it .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlnzvkvOy1I/AAAAAAAAEEU/Fw1C_K_wTxw/s72-c/Photo0794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7265313105778055068</id><published>2009-07-11T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:38:29.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOWN TOWN TOWN.VOOOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sli-rj1M8wI/AAAAAAAAED8/oturHecXA9o/s320/Photo0816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357241412319245058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sli-rWaP_mI/AAAAAAAAED0/oCBt2_JTt8U/s320/Photo0784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357241408716537442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sli-rCRexgI/AAAAAAAAEDs/tukVWe0o_08/s320/Photo0780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357241403311048194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sli-q9NsruI/AAAAAAAAEDk/P3qky0_oSlw/s320/Photo0778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357241401953005282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sli-qoTQAEI/AAAAAAAAEDc/QJzIUnWg8Ac/s320/Photo0767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357241396339146818" border="0" /&gt;Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;Went town with boyf today.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures above are just randomly picked, got more actually. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet at interchange, trained to bugis,&lt;br /&gt;Bought the watch above , went to do badge.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to eat at mac, camwhored,&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo City , went to pet shop , see the hamsters,rabbits and poodle!&lt;br /&gt;So cute siah, but den sleeping -.- , alamak.&lt;br /&gt;Went to camwhore again, after that he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked, after that 10plus he left ,&lt;br /&gt;went over to meet my sis , homed at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit pics, roar. im tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow maybe meet him and adek , omg.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7265313105778055068?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7265313105778055068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/town-town-townvooom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7265313105778055068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7265313105778055068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/town-town-townvooom.html' title='TOWN TOWN TOWN.VOOOM.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sli-rj1M8wI/AAAAAAAAED8/oturHecXA9o/s72-c/Photo0816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1661635687733751852</id><published>2009-07-10T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:45:08.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for being here with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Email my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say your love will never die.&lt;/center&gt;Hello hello hello {!}&lt;br /&gt;School as usual .&lt;br /&gt;Long time never take bus 903,&lt;br /&gt;today seems like sotong .&lt;br /&gt;School as per-normal.&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say one of my classmate accidentally roll down the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;currently hospitalized , recover soon!&lt;br /&gt;Got 'N' level oral today. roar.&lt;br /&gt;Actually going to movie tonight with my aunt,&lt;br /&gt;Last min i never go, met him.&lt;br /&gt;Homed at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW GOING TOWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1661635687733751852?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1661635687733751852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-for-being-here-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1661635687733751852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1661635687733751852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-for-being-here-with-me.html' title='Thank you for being here with me.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3445157992217589084</id><published>2009-07-09T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:25:54.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of getting flu .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 226px;" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn183/milly-vinilly/414.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You're the key to my heart .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peeeps.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;No more fever , wheeeee. But, still having flu, throat pain. ):&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual , Mother tongue lesson i sleep again &gt;.&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow english oral, dead. Anw, my prelim el oral i got 30/40. haiyoo. ):&lt;br /&gt;After school went home , den went out.&lt;br /&gt;Go eat mac, after went home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. bye.&lt;br /&gt;I get stressed up with the paper cranes,&lt;br /&gt;NO LINK . :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3445157992217589084?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3445157992217589084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-of-getting-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3445157992217589084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3445157992217589084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-of-getting-flu.html' title='Sick of getting flu .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3107332908265583776</id><published>2009-07-08T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:00:35.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick sick sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISERABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon please.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello .&lt;br /&gt;Basically , this morning i've fever, 38.1degree.&lt;br /&gt;Still want to attend school because, today got maths mock exam.&lt;br /&gt;Before i reach school, i took temperature , 37.3degree.&lt;br /&gt;When i reach school, degree went up and down,&lt;br /&gt;37.6 , 37.7 , 37.8,37.4 .&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from flu , throat seems like infection.):&lt;br /&gt;Currently my temp is 37.3. hopefully i recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;After school , bused to cwp , went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;After that he send me home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so miserable .&lt;br /&gt;To myself : Get Well Soon . Friday got English oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaybye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3107332908265583776?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3107332908265583776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-sick-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3107332908265583776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3107332908265583776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick sick sick.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4295152638364857360</id><published>2009-07-07T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:14:35.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only things in life you regret, Are the risks that you didnt take.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I will still have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOWN-HEARTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiets down about us from now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schooled as usual .&lt;br /&gt;Have my 'O' level mother tongue oral today.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from flu, having issues with my throat, bleeds,headaches.&lt;br /&gt;After school, homed alone.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Moodless day.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4295152638364857360?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4295152638364857360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-things-in-life-you-regret-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4295152638364857360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4295152638364857360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-things-in-life-you-regret-are.html' title='The only things in life you regret, Are the risks that you didnt take.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8463984759927234118</id><published>2009-07-06T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:08:15.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things will get better .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlIRji1StfI/AAAAAAAAEC8/LnTvzvaxo0g/s320/ourstory.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355362209240364530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Basically today i met boyf.&lt;br /&gt;Actually planned to go park today, however,yesterday wasn't a good day for us.&lt;br /&gt;So, he just came to my area to find me,&lt;br /&gt;We sit at our usual place, weather is kinda cold.&lt;br /&gt;At around 4, we went to shop , i bought HL milk and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy our tea break, wheee.&lt;br /&gt;We slack at the rc seats, after that went void deck where we go yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Camwhored, after that at 6pm, he sent me back home.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i miss him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlITQ_zqu3I/AAAAAAAAEDE/msuI85WZj8U/s320/Photo0747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355364089623919474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll re-upload the pics we took today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna phone him already. bye kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8463984759927234118?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8463984759927234118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-will-get-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8463984759927234118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8463984759927234118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-will-get-better.html' title='Things will get better .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlIRji1StfI/AAAAAAAAEC8/LnTvzvaxo0g/s72-c/ourstory.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3822441981691059692</id><published>2009-07-05T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:53:06.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us against the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlDZD25OAjI/AAAAAAAAEC0/CwmCHTnqqxY/s320/Gothicsm893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355018617241862706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlDZD5n34iI/AAAAAAAAECs/lk2zZrdGoBI/s320/Gothicsm895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355018617974415906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlDZDt8GJ7I/AAAAAAAAECk/DYR8tv_ktVc/s320/ilovez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355018614838011826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello , its 12.50am right now.&lt;br /&gt;Just feel like blogging and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Basically i meet boyf today, at marsiling area.&lt;br /&gt;Followed him to go for haircut , at around 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Its drizzling , wait till it rains .&lt;br /&gt;4plus, his hair is finally done, yes we're hungry, stomach growk growk already.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to marsiling mrt station, bused to causeway point.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat long john, after that went library to return books.&lt;br /&gt;Till then , he sent me home, sit down at voiddeck for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;After that he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, because he sent me home, its raining,&lt;br /&gt;when he reach home , he's totally drenched )':&lt;br /&gt;He's feeling sick, recover soon yeah .&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna meet him, hopefully uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't have to tell how much i've cried since the first day ,&lt;br /&gt;You've to know what's the reason for all this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my very best, to get myself back on track.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one day you can give me my perfect answer .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks for all your tolerance towards me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've failed to be your good girlf &lt;/span&gt;. '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3822441981691059692?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3822441981691059692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/us-against-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3822441981691059692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3822441981691059692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/us-against-world.html' title='Us against the world.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SlDZD25OAjI/AAAAAAAAEC0/CwmCHTnqqxY/s72-c/Gothicsm893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-5041985479327961946</id><published>2009-07-04T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:32:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures hanging on wall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/29871685/1/277642442"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 237px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_277642442l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 334px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_874498187l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 336px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_151950785l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 344px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_444155906l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 245px; height: 327px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_757550842l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 318px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_517012646l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_868182828l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_737752670l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 343px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_792572095l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_113023426l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 259px; height: 345px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_850166124l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_119716720l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_368585587l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_344884275l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_653338159l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_771428886l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 354px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_812038155l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_736464045l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 341px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_578098128l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 341px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_285648532l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_445014861l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/29871685/1/859550403"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_859550403l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_372379625l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_923723263l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_884348939l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_509605239l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_924545434l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_353214315l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_107159543l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_545685316l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_687060694l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_186162476l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_348520804l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_338790580l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I take a hard time uploading pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't upload, so, i uploaded at fs and paste the code here .ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;Today wake up at 8plus , super tired .&lt;br /&gt;Went to shower , prepare all.&lt;br /&gt;Meet boyf at interchange, we went mac for breakfirst.&lt;br /&gt;I ate hot cakes, give 1 piece to him before that, cos standard i only eat 2piece.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. After mac we went library, too late already, there's no tables.&lt;br /&gt;So, we sit on the floor at level3 , did my math homework.&lt;br /&gt;Today he cute lah, bring english dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Cam whore abit, after that do work, not complete yet.&lt;br /&gt;After that 1plus, leave library, went causeway, bought bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Bused to my house, hang out at void decks.&lt;br /&gt;Cam whore , went 7eleven buy food, drinks, eat, play.&lt;br /&gt;thats all. He sent me home at 6plus, so tired today.&lt;br /&gt;Just now he go sleep, pig lor! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow maybe meet , mon gonna meet .&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-5041985479327961946?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/5041985479327961946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures-hanging-on-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5041985479327961946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5041985479327961946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures-hanging-on-wall.html' title='Pictures hanging on wall.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2165307033532864206</id><published>2009-07-03T21:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:01:05.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a heart of emotion And there is blood in my body.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;50 over pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4L2M48LJI/AAAAAAAAEB0/4wQdHRq7NEM/s320/Photo0599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354230032790989970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4Lv88uroI/AAAAAAAAEBs/Dvg4tmLinJY/s320/Photo0613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354229925432700546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4LvoWcCrI/AAAAAAAAEBk/04YkUVI6IRg/s320/Photo0604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354229919903386290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4LebNEQ3I/AAAAAAAAEA8/w1YZaLQT6ss/s320/Photo0585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354229624316642162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4LeNBZ4MI/AAAAAAAAEA0/gLJhplVLaLM/s320/Photo0582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354229620509630658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4LdyuIosI/AAAAAAAAEAs/bs--clJ-Bo4/s320/Photo0580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354229613449487042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4Ldiaen9I/AAAAAAAAEAk/QcVQ53lUMb8/s320/Photo0579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354229609072074706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4JmOB5sVI/AAAAAAAAD8c/gEeVvPkKMok/s320/Photo0524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227559195849042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4Jl36aCbI/AAAAAAAAD8U/NOaPOc4DS-Q/s320/Photo0523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227553258834354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4Jl_EBMDI/AAAAAAAAD8M/6EP9JaFTIvw/s320/Photo0522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227555178197042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4JT-HOe0I/AAAAAAAAD8E/opnEIbatzx8/s320/Photo0521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227245685570370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4JT5wq7_I/AAAAAAAAD78/wYxBUzUdqHM/s320/Photo0520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227244517224434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4JTncrQYI/AAAAAAAAD70/se_PR5UqaNs/s320/Photo0519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227239601521026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4JTQMT7xI/AAAAAAAAD7s/8UZOOcdDFiA/s320/Photo0518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227233358868242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4JTKkp1TI/AAAAAAAAD7k/QDIkq_189Sw/s320/Photo0514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354227231850353970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for there overloaded pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a normal school day , meet boyf at block 33 as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Morning wasn't feeling well, feel like want to vomit! &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;After meet him, we went to our usual place to sit, after that buy drinks,&lt;br /&gt;Den i wait for bilian gf at bus stop, asked him to go first.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual, first 4periods geog. killing man.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep for 1hour . Recess time didn't eat, went to sit at boyf usual place,&lt;br /&gt;Chat awhile, after recess went back class to take temperature again.&lt;br /&gt;After recess was maths, yes feeling tired, yes feel stress ,&lt;br /&gt;Cannot cope well, but, nevermind, tomorrow someone become my tuitor lor . XD.&lt;br /&gt;After school went back home, 2plus shower, prepare to meet boyf.&lt;br /&gt;Met him at interchange, went to eat at banquet , after that he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;We slack at voiddeck, camwhore alot. I SWEAR ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;After that at 6plus i think, i sent him to bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;after that i went back home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be a long day,&lt;br /&gt;Study with him.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully have table uh , g0nna do my weekend assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow he say want to cam whore again. wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for 110709 &amp;amp; 260709. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm finally done here, bye .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2165307033532864206?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2165307033532864206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-heart-of-emotion-and-there-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2165307033532864206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2165307033532864206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-heart-of-emotion-and-there-is.html' title='I am a heart of emotion And there is blood in my body.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sk4L2M48LJI/AAAAAAAAEB0/4wQdHRq7NEM/s72-c/Photo0599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3843620166823043160</id><published>2009-07-02T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:54:53.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 359px;" src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t19/lurfstorie/xBYGONESx056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peoples.&lt;br /&gt;Its an old picture by the way, no meaning yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Today i went out slightly later than this few days,&lt;br /&gt;} He say he's gonna be early today, for sure want !&lt;br /&gt;So i just listen only lor, end up i wait for him again . :B.&lt;br /&gt;As usual luh, we meet , den we sit down at void deck, till times gonna up,&lt;br /&gt;We go buy drinks , den we walk to school together,&lt;br /&gt;As usual, hair get caught again, have to clip up our fringe ,&lt;br /&gt;Boyf holding on to my phone sey, panic already.&lt;br /&gt;So, when im leaving class to chem , he pass me my phone uh . x)&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual, Chem lesson , 3periods, swear im tired.&lt;br /&gt;Draw2 on my hand , take picture of it , haha.&lt;br /&gt;Never upload ley, cos lazy to transfer file :X&lt;br /&gt;After school, went back home alone.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all today, nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday going to the library with my one&amp;amp;only.&lt;br /&gt;Next saturday going to town with my one&amp;amp;only.&lt;br /&gt;Want to meet up with my Baobei soon. lots of misses.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Joleen sweetie pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;Want to visit at hospital SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , nothing much, bye .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3843620166823043160?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3843620166823043160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3843620166823043160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3843620166823043160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8907312101308064149</id><published>2009-07-01T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:12:16.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could I doubt, what was meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i570.photobucket.com/albums/ss146/berosy/art/7d2a.jpg" alt="so sad Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And we know it's never simple, never easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, today is a normal school day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 5.30am today, was calling pig to wake up!&lt;br /&gt;After finally we met around 6.51am? We walk to school, sit down at void deck,&lt;br /&gt;Went to shop to buy drinks and than go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Meet Bilian GF at bus stop, went to school together . (:&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual, sleepy , tired , bored .&lt;br /&gt;Got English oral , prelim already. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;End at 5plus, He sent me home ,&lt;br /&gt;So on , not happy today. no reasons perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;11July, 26July . I waiting .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Bye kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8907312101308064149?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8907312101308064149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-could-i-doubt-what-was-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8907312101308064149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8907312101308064149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-could-i-doubt-what-was-meant-to-be.html' title='How could I doubt, what was meant to be'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i570.photobucket.com/albums/ss146/berosy/art/th_7d2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8437947953320824409</id><published>2009-06-30T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:27:52.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 279px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/58/61/29871685/1_887440356l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I love my girls . (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;Hello peoples.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's today as usual, a tiring day perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;This morning meet boyf at woodland centre, he late ah . :X&lt;br /&gt;We walk to school, slack slack, den i meet bilian GF at bus stop, school together,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special , just that today recess at 11am , tomorrow is gonna end school at 5pm!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. today already very tired liao . Got english mock exam,&lt;br /&gt;faster do and sleep. phew.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home , bathe and all.&lt;br /&gt;Taking my own sweet time, 5plus already, boyf text me saying meet at cwp .&lt;br /&gt;I was already late, sorry to keep you waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, went to walk walk, eat KFC .&lt;br /&gt;Not happy sia, i lose, just that we're trying to figure out this guy working there.&lt;br /&gt;i say from marsiling sec, he say siling lah, end up he win, than give action look :0&lt;br /&gt;After that he sent me home, we slack at playground, den after that i walk him to busstop.&lt;br /&gt;Off home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Tired yes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; Did you ever really love someone before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If yes, i don't get why bloody hell you can't put yourself in this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8437947953320824409?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8437947953320824409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8437947953320824409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8437947953320824409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-6016853417601988592</id><published>2009-06-29T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:15:11.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna smile cos i deserve to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r50/miss_hollywood_photos/Photography/everytimewetouch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you feel what i feel now ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school reopened , as i predicted . hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But, its okay, i'm trying to get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;With my best girlfriends and boyf , i can make it.&lt;br /&gt;I know you know how i feel, thats the way, i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as per normal , wednesday's gonna be dead, 6periods of maths.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, buckup2.&lt;br /&gt;After school its slightly a drizzle, went cwp with boyf.&lt;br /&gt;We went to print photo's, buy the taggy for bagpack, hp strip,&lt;br /&gt;and a alphabet chain to hang on our phone.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Macdonald to eat, took 2pics , but, didn't upload,&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to transfer file to pc.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, things didn't went too well due to .... ,&lt;br /&gt;But, he teach me how to stay strong and not easily affected by the others.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought that we should, but, you told me we can do it. so, lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; GF taught me alot,&lt;br /&gt;Bilian and Audrey, sincerely thank you guys for being here with me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen, ABC will never apart again.&lt;br /&gt;Truly love you two, words can never explain the love,&lt;br /&gt;Action speaks louder than words, you're my love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-6016853417601988592?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/6016853417601988592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-gonna-smile-cos-i-deserve-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/6016853417601988592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/6016853417601988592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-gonna-smile-cos-i-deserve-to.html' title='I&apos;m gonna smile cos i deserve to.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r50/miss_hollywood_photos/Photography/th_everytimewetouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3763307126832045024</id><published>2009-06-28T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:51:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having fun in the middle of the night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-YpzfVrSpE/Skc_k5yLfgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LWbpZ7n-WYk/s320/Photo0478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352316585372253698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-YpzfVrSpE/Skc_k2n6INI/AAAAAAAAAB0/msXQCaSx9Ec/s320/Photo0475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352316584523866322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-YpzfVrSpE/Skc_kgXEJ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/kKRr6POEpBs/s320/Photo0474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352316578547640210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-YpzfVrSpE/Skc_ktUl1rI/AAAAAAAAABk/EVk-Qi1XOrs/s320/Photo0471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352316582026925746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s-YpzfVrSpE/Skc_kXlUtFI/AAAAAAAAABc/lod4Fgs7gxk/s320/Photo0470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352316576191525970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* , i think i'm feeling tired, i woke up at 1.30pm this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Boyf woke up later because he sleep only at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;Basically , i meet him this morning at 3.33am, after he work,&lt;br /&gt;he came over to my place here, fetch me at the lift.&lt;br /&gt;So, we just went to slack at the playground .&lt;br /&gt;Its like, FUN! first time sey, meet someone in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep at 12plus, till 2plus, he called me saying he's on the way already. (:&lt;br /&gt;After we meet, we started chit chatting, he want to cam whore, so we keep&lt;br /&gt;taking photo together , he so cute ley.&lt;br /&gt;He cut his nail, in the middle of the night, i just watch lo, after that,&lt;br /&gt;touch up for him, hahaha. make his nail look balance. :D&lt;br /&gt;After that at 5plus, we went shell to buy drinks and cup noodle.&lt;br /&gt;*Growk growk* , Its pretty funny la, we eat at the playground,&lt;br /&gt;Just continued chit chatting , sending pics  and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Till 7plus, i sent him to bus stop , den i go home.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and sleep , although im not feeling tired,&lt;br /&gt;However, after i sleep i feel tired already, wake up only at 1plus. :X&lt;br /&gt;Actually today we going to watch movie @ town.&lt;br /&gt;However , family day, so its okay (:&lt;br /&gt;I just stay at home, do new blog . thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Seen boyf blog, so sweet ley. :D&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVELOVEHIM.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow school reopen already,&lt;br /&gt;this morning he say to me, wonder how tomorrow will be,&lt;br /&gt;its like very different cos its between friend and couple. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm waiting for him to go back home so i can sent him the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Call him to chat, mean while i should go iron my clothes and pack my bag already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , bye kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3763307126832045024?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3763307126832045024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-fun-in-middle-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3763307126832045024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3763307126832045024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-fun-in-middle-of-night.html' title='Having fun in the middle of the night!'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s-YpzfVrSpE/SkdBKzhkPSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pn4et_uHdUo/s72-c/Photo0491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-9102761100274896731</id><published>2009-06-27T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:46:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place like our home , a person like my life .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkYWWHERsnI/AAAAAAAAD60/f3iJmRRmH_A/s320/Photo0465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351989776286331506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkYWNCANadI/AAAAAAAAD6s/ECrUFdWXjg8/s320/Photo0466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351989620308273618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkYWM7sLm2I/AAAAAAAAD6k/QpE63J-MwLg/s320/Photo0464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351989618613656418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkYWM8FOPiI/AAAAAAAAD6c/Cm3GK4KUPuI/s320/Photo0463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351989618718686754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkYWMiO5EfI/AAAAAAAAD6U/BrRYEl7Ui8E/s320/Photo0462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351989611779920370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkYWMXuM3II/AAAAAAAAD6M/psnkb-fVPF0/s320/Photo0460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351989608958450818" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="position: absolute; top: 7px; left: 130px;"&gt; Xbangyour-head.bs &lt;span style="font-family:fat ass filled;color:red;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Here to update my blog again .&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up around 11plus, boyf text me , disturb me! :X , no lah. of course not (:&lt;br /&gt;So , i woke up and then reply his text .&lt;br /&gt;We actually plan to meet at 2pm, but, so and so, change to 2.30pm ,&lt;br /&gt;But, he's late as usual, always late but worth the wait, know (:&lt;br /&gt;So, he reach around 3pm, we went over to take bus .&lt;br /&gt;Bused to sembawang, took the free ride to SSC.&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat at the second floor food court ,&lt;br /&gt;I ate chicken rice , from the malay stall ,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sedap Nasi Ayam .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. Den we go buy drinks , we cam whored before eating . xD&lt;br /&gt;After that went shopping at daiso , i bought new pencil case, the old one dirty already.&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself nail polish as well.&lt;br /&gt;After buying , we trained back woodlands, talk crap on train.&lt;br /&gt;Went causeway point, he bought something.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he says that im jealous of it :X&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Myself : ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no i'm not ! heeeheeh.&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, he sent me home, we slack at staircase, trying the thing he bought.&lt;br /&gt;before that i went shop, bought Kit Kat and Fnn Cherie .&lt;br /&gt;I gave him 3kit kat, to eat after his work xD&lt;br /&gt;At 6.40pm, sent him off to bus stop, i went home after that .&lt;br /&gt;Boyf started to text me, so text text back :D&lt;br /&gt;Sweeeeeet him. Talking about him now, he text me already.&lt;br /&gt;Work also text, baddie . :X , imisshimalready . ):&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is boring, actually we planned outing,&lt;br /&gt;gonna go orchard for movie, but, last min cannot .&lt;br /&gt;So, its okay. just wait uh , there's more chances in future.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i shall do a quiz since i'm so boring .&lt;br /&gt;Followers do join me for the quiz yeah . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is the subject u hate the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Chemistry . (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;to be honest:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-2) What happened at 10a.m today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I'm sleeping soundly in my lovely bed :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-3) When did u last cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yesterday or the day before .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-4) What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I don't like peanut butter !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5) What do you want in your life now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Family , Friend , Boyfriend .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-6) Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up with a hood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Depending on the rain, heavy rain of course its better to carry an umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;instead of a hood knowing that i can still get wet .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-7) Who do you hate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Those people who backstab , betrayer , HND'S .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-8) What is your favourite thing to put on your bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Soft toy ? .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-9) What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Black FBT shorts . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-10) What is the nicest text in your inbox and by who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; That day when he text me to sound me , my boyfriend of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-11) Do you wish to make your relationship complicated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Obviously not .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-12) Are you wearing anything that you borrowed from someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; No .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-13) What is the last movie you caught?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Forgotten&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-14) Wat is the oldest message in your inbox n by who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Boyfriend . } i don't like what he said ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-15) What are you proud of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Having 2 best friend who always light up my life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Of course not forgetting my boyfriend and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-16) What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Truly madly deeply .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-17) Do you have a nickname?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yes , alot .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-18) What does your last received message say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; imissyou ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in chinese &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-19) What time did you go to school yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Holiday .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-20) Are you currently happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yes, yet missing boyf badly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-21) Who gives you best advice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Bestfriend ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-22) Do u eat whipped cream right out of a can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yes , just to try out if its suitable for the cake bilian gf and i did .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-23) Who did you last talk on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Boyf .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24) Is anything bugging you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Nope .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25) Who/What was the last person who made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Boyf .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-26) Do u wear Toe Shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Nope .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27) Who was the last person you miss called from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; My sis . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-28) Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; YES . of course .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29) Who annoys you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-30) Do you have a crush on anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I love my boyf , its not just a crush . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-31) Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-32) What's the colour of your room?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; White .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-33) Would you kill someone for a billion dollars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; No .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-34) Do u believe in saying talk is cheap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I don't get your question .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-35) Who was the last person to lie on your bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; My sis perhaps .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-36) Who was the last person who hugged you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Boyf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-37) What do you wan to say to the person you have a crush on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I've a crush on someone previously, before im attached, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to tell him, "you can find better girls, i seriously sorry!" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-38) Do you have a life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Of course .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-39) Have you ever thought that someone had die when he didn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-40) What the reason behind your blog song?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; To let boyf know, he's the tattoo in my heart .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-41) Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-42) When was the last time you smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Hours ago .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-43) What are you listening to now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Song from Handphone , Rehab .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-44) Have you changed this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yes, people change of course .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-45) Are you talking to someone else while doing this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; Yes , my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-46) Do you walk with your eyes open or close?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; Open ofcourse .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-47) Is there a quote by your living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Learn from yesterday , Live for today , Hope for tomorrow .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-48) Do you want someone you don't have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; Yes , but , i have it already .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-49) Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; Yes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-50) What was the worst idea you thought of this week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Going hospital and knowing (K)  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-51) What were you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Chatting on msn with boyf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-52) Are you happy with your love life now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yes . But, can be happier , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right honey &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-53) What song describes your love life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; I'm yours .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-54) Does that person you love know you like him/her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; Yes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-55) Who always make u laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Bilian Gf , Audrey, Qiming , Boyf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-56) Do you speak other languages?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-57) Are you blond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; Idk .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-58) What is your middle name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; Chew .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-59) What are you doing tmr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Meet boyf ? .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-60) What do you think you are ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Ordinary girl .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-61) Who do you choose to die with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Someone i hate the most .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-73) Who do you admire the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; MZBS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-74) Which month were you born in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; December &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" align="left"&gt;-75) How are you feeling now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Sick .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-76) What time is it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; 9.38pm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-77) Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;;Home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-78) What colour would you like to dye your hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Golden brown .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-79)Why are you doing this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I'm bored .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-80) What do you do when you feel moody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Listen to music .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-81) At what age do you want to get married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; 22 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-82) Who is more important?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Family , friends , boyf . ( equally important to me )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;83) Do you have enough confidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; No .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-84) Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Trust no one because , trust take years to build up but , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;only seconds to shutter .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-85) Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-86) If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Become a President wife . LOL . joke .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-87) What are your goal for this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Go up to sec 5 and poly with great future! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-88) Do you believe in internal life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; yes &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-89) What do you love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; People .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-90) Do you believe in global warming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yes , obviously i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-91) What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Unloved and Jealousy kills .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-92) Do you treasure every single friendship of your's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Yeeees , especially BILIAN &amp;amp; AUDREY. they're my life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-93) Do you give up 2nd chances easily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; Yes . sometimes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-94) Who cares for you the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Boyf ? :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-95) What do you think is your most important thing in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; Study , live life to the fullest .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-96) What would you bring when you fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I don't fight (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-97) What is the thing you regret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I don't know , alot .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-98) What will you feel when nobody cares about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; Unloved .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-99) What if your stead two-timed u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;; I will scold him till i cannot scold , and than two time back :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-100) Do you still love your ex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;; No of course not .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, finally done my quiz,&lt;br /&gt;Bye kids .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-9102761100274896731?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/9102761100274896731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/place-like-our-home-person-like-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/9102761100274896731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/9102761100274896731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/place-like-our-home-person-like-my-life.html' title='A place like our home , a person like my life .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkYWWHERsnI/AAAAAAAAD60/f3iJmRRmH_A/s72-c/Photo0465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1683859053222938578</id><published>2009-06-26T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:18:40.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for you is a journey;Starting at forever, And ending at never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkTunsa16fI/AAAAAAAAD6E/fEy39eHSbjg/s320/DSC03956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351664622929046002" border="0" /&gt;Hello peeps!&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update my blog again, wonder if you're waiting, i guess not ): .&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Today is another tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm to 5.15am last night, thought of meeting him,&lt;br /&gt;But, end up he's too tired to do so, so, i went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Swear today is very tiring , especially in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Have to rush off . So, i just left home with my sleepy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Went down to wait for van to come , i'm feeling really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't talk much in van, because i don't even have the energy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;After we reach, its at Jurong West. I swear the kids turn me on.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this malay boy , he's wearing spider man top , omg.&lt;br /&gt;So damn cute siah, his name is Irfan.&lt;br /&gt;I was helping him all along. Wipe his hand, help him do, teach him, sayang him. (:&lt;br /&gt;So and so, different batch of kids came sooner later .&lt;br /&gt;They so adorable , some even do until their face are dirty, haha.&lt;br /&gt;After the session we went causeway point to eat .&lt;br /&gt;After eating , went home, use the computer , sms .&lt;br /&gt;Shower and went out for another session again.&lt;br /&gt;Went to woodlands , around block 500plus .&lt;br /&gt;I saw this 2 boys , so adorable, 1malay , 1 chinese . so cute siah.&lt;br /&gt;I was helping the small malay boy, look like chinese know,&lt;br /&gt;he is the younger one, nursery, woah. so happy though im very tired (:&lt;br /&gt;After the session around 5.40pm , i'm exhausted .&lt;br /&gt;Boyf text me , than we just keep on texting uh.&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna reopen soon, hopefully less problems lah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Byebye to my single 4month 17days .&lt;br /&gt;I love boyf ; MZBS .&lt;br /&gt;260609;01.33pm .&lt;br /&gt;' I don't need promises because, it end up empty someday.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be the one and only you love , sincerely, truly.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all . (:&lt;br /&gt;I really hope as time goes by, we will gain more . :D&lt;br /&gt;Love you to the fullest . darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , bye kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1683859053222938578?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1683859053222938578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-love-for-you-is-journeystarting-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1683859053222938578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1683859053222938578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-love-for-you-is-journeystarting-at.html' title='My love for you is a journey;Starting at forever, And ending at never.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkTunsa16fI/AAAAAAAAD6E/fEy39eHSbjg/s72-c/DSC03956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8891528588574133316</id><published>2009-06-25T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:07:07.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At night I pray That soon your face will fade away  .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkObiHSHQ6I/AAAAAAAAD58/r92S5Xy0QzY/s320/Photo0447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351291792619160482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkObiAkqKDI/AAAAAAAAD50/pL4pZ7qZW1Q/s320/Photo0459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351291790817896498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkObh29hPmI/AAAAAAAAD5s/7QvxqrnI6Ug/s320/Photo0458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351291788237815394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkObh0cfxSI/AAAAAAAAD5k/DF72G2pVRG8/s320/Photo0457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351291787562435874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkObhn_vmgI/AAAAAAAAD5c/CpoVmdOIuyE/s320/Photo0456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351291784220613122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkOaxi5tmRI/AAAAAAAAD5U/Nje_AjkkD-8/s320/Photo0453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351290958219417874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkOaxj6rRhI/AAAAAAAAD5M/XX4aKaF5_s0/s320/Photo0451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351290958491895314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkOaxWwoY_I/AAAAAAAAD5E/D2wZvcplXls/s320/Photo0449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351290954960102386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkOaxKNXMWI/AAAAAAAAD48/ySyPZVryW18/s320/DSC01561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351290951590949218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkOawziYE8I/AAAAAAAAD40/3hU4Vqykv1Y/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351290945505072066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a good mood now, i'm sad now.sigh. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up at 7.30am , went to help the colouring .&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im getting excited to tell.&lt;br /&gt;I SAW THIS SMALL BOY, NURSERY. HE SUPER CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;Its a malay boy, so cute! , With big eyes, innocent face. omg.&lt;br /&gt;I swear siah, i spent alot time helping him up!&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear for him the apron , he so obedient, i think teachers address him as Ah-q.&lt;br /&gt;omg!When i'm leaving , teacher carry him out, he so cute! Argh, cant forget his cute face.&lt;br /&gt;After that , went to eat at 768, den went back home,&lt;br /&gt;Quickly decided what to wear, showered , prepare to meet christina at causeway .&lt;br /&gt;Went off to city hall, met QiMing Baobei  and Dion glg. (:&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see, hugged with my baobei!!! ROARROAR.&lt;br /&gt;So, went to bugis, baobei want to buy pants, so just follow. :D&lt;br /&gt;After that, wen ting honey came, we went to shop awhile,&lt;br /&gt;Went Junction , ate Sushi , so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;We eat the buffet  , so, baobei keep ordering, food keep coming and coming,&lt;br /&gt;table is full! , Suddenly they play true or dare, den baobei and honey do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh our ass out know. :D&lt;br /&gt;After eating, just slack at bugis, shop shop, they buy things uh.&lt;br /&gt;Before going home , went Famous Amos , bought cookies, share with christina.&lt;br /&gt;Before board train, hugged baobei, lots of misses yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully can see you again VERY SOON  yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Trained back, sleep on the train, i was really sleepy, den go cwp.&lt;br /&gt;Slack, home at 10plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Shagged .&lt;br /&gt;What am i suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like crying, everyday i cry, everyday i heartache.&lt;br /&gt;SO SICK MAN.&lt;br /&gt;I tried alot ways just to forget you,&lt;br /&gt;but, somehow rather , i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;(K), have been texting me, i've been finding excuses not to reply,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;How am i gonna face him tomorrow in the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;He wanna talk to me.  ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cry anymore .&lt;br /&gt;Admire and love is different.&lt;br /&gt;I love him, but he doesn't feel the same perhabs.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to let go, but, it seems so hard to.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it as a secret, but, i don't like to.&lt;br /&gt;Shit myself yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i feel so extra, i would go someday, if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be here again&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again&lt;br /&gt;What it takes I don't care&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it I swear&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground so we never fall down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, feel like changing blog link soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8891528588574133316?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8891528588574133316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-night-i-pray-that-soon-your-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8891528588574133316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8891528588574133316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-night-i-pray-that-soon-your-face.html' title='At night I pray That soon your face will fade away  .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SkObiHSHQ6I/AAAAAAAAD58/r92S5Xy0QzY/s72-c/Photo0447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3966233928688151412</id><published>2009-06-24T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:51:38.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overloaded problems .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss119/shelovesya2009/Alone-2-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bad day . Unhappy unhappy unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;Stress stress stress .&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you are stuck in a triangle  ?&lt;br /&gt;Basically , not specifically going to tell where i go, who i meet today and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I went to help the colouring thingy this morning at 9.30am , i woke at 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Today's venue at Seng Kang. so, have to meet early.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Ang Mo Kio , den eat .&lt;br /&gt;Finish eating, we went to Sembawang Shopping Centre.&lt;br /&gt;Went shop , den go daiso, as they want to get apron for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Till than , reach home finally at 2.30pm. quickly bathe and rush.&lt;br /&gt;*Skip skip* , 4.30pm , went to causeway point, trained to Yio Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;Went hospital, took bus. As its raining, i can't be walking in the rain yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Today stress leh. K talked to me, he asked me this question, i don't know how to reply.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i feel the sincere , at many times, i feel like my heart is turning sour.&lt;br /&gt;He saw me texting with him, he say, ah, msg2 only ah.&lt;br /&gt;Den i like, haiyo. So much of sorry(s) ,&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to send me home , but, i went home with my aunt already.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, actually in my heart i pick another him,&lt;br /&gt;But, seems so impossible for us , its like, i want to be the one and only.&lt;br /&gt;Hais. Stress lah me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; , know i wanted you,&lt;br /&gt;but, like as if don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;I know how i feel for you, but, i just wanna be the one and only.&lt;br /&gt;Only if you could promise me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sighs* , I'm sorry for everything(K) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love him, more than anything. i bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like giving up .&lt;br /&gt;If you love me , let me know, if not gently let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think youre supposed to get shot with an arrow or something,&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of it isnt   supposed to be so painful. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''If you love someone, let them go. If they return to you,&lt;br /&gt; it was meant to be. If they   dont, their love was never yours to begin with...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love doesnt have a happy ending: True love doesnt have an ending. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3966233928688151412?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3966233928688151412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/overloaded-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3966233928688151412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3966233928688151412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/overloaded-problems.html' title='Overloaded problems .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2569876654815481245</id><published>2009-06-23T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:18:55.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused . Why me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 220px;" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w194/QutuQ/Lovesick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started changing , i don't know what to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyy. people , its me again.&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm feeling tired and moodless.&lt;br /&gt;At first was okay, but , till then my mood turns bad.&lt;br /&gt;I went to causeway point alone today ,around 4.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go cck/town to buy something but, no one is going .&lt;br /&gt;so, i just went causeway luh, alone.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after that buy food to hospital .&lt;br /&gt;Basically i reach there at 5plus.&lt;br /&gt;When i leave home , its raining cat and dogs, i was caught in the rain! haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that reach Yio chu kang, sweat already.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for bus to the hospital yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone there, Khairul ask to go down when he's having break.&lt;br /&gt;We sit down near the playground, talking .&lt;br /&gt;After that went up, watch tv . sms.&lt;br /&gt;After that at 9 , i leave the hospital, he finish work as well.&lt;br /&gt;We took Mrt together , i didn't want him to sent me, so, he drop down at Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;After that i went causeway , most of the shop are closed.&lt;br /&gt;I broke my black hairband sia, donno is it sense anot.&lt;br /&gt;Before i go out, i wonder if i should wear my white hairband, but,&lt;br /&gt;i was lazy to change so just leave home, end up it breaks. alamak.&lt;br /&gt;My hair was damn messy can. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hate Lizards.&lt;br /&gt;Swear its killing me!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in the middle of the road ley.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's going on .&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything,&lt;br /&gt; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt; First you must learn to play by the rules,&lt;br /&gt;then you   must forget the rules and play from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When one door of happiness closes, another opens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; but often we look so long at the closed door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; that we do not see the one which has opened for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice makes me tremble inside&lt;br /&gt; And your smile is an invitation&lt;br /&gt; For my   imagination to go wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2569876654815481245?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2569876654815481245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/confused-why-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2569876654815481245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2569876654815481245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/confused-why-me.html' title='Confused . Why me?!'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4424342996966472463</id><published>2009-06-22T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:21:45.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps love. or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f136/Thatgirlsonfire/LOVe-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love in one sight&lt;/span&gt;'', does it exist ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is disappointing because, i didn't get to meet pig, but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Today is great perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;Today i wake up at 8am, cause' supposedly gonna help the colouring thingy,&lt;br /&gt;however, its cancelled, but, afternoon there's another class, so, i meet them at 3.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite annoying because i have issues with my contact lenses .&lt;br /&gt;It really irritated me totally cos i couldn't open my eyes well, that feeling suck.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today help up at yishun, till 5plus, yes its tiring,&lt;br /&gt;However feeling rather happy because there's air con in this yishun childcare!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;The kids are so cute, when we arrived, they just woke up from sleep,&lt;br /&gt;and i mean you can imagine, their messy hair and blur looks . so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;After helping , headed home . I quickly shower as i'm gonna go hospital alone.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him! Khairul, my new friend who is a nurse there.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda funny texting with him when we're at the same place . :D&lt;br /&gt;Around 9pm, just nice i was washing the towel at the basin,&lt;br /&gt;Whereas he's gonna leave already, he came to talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;i finally saw him without his mask. xD ,&lt;br /&gt;So, after that he texted me, so and so luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I know 'Love in one sight' do exist ,&lt;br /&gt;But, i'm not very sure if i would really fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy for me to like a totally stranger right.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i'm really confused,&lt;br /&gt;In another words, 2 person on my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;More or less ah, but , still i admit i never trust khairul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i don't want to waste my single days, going 5month already!!&lt;br /&gt;but, haiyo. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible. Pig. oh pig. whats going on . *sighs* .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow i want to go cck  or town perhaps. 24 is soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to hospital tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;He say want to sent me home , but, i rejected . ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;Okay , bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4424342996966472463?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4424342996966472463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-in-one-sight-does-it-exist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4424342996966472463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4424342996966472463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-in-one-sight-does-it-exist.html' title='Perhaps love. or not.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1830329818844264688</id><published>2009-06-20T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:58:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakinggggg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjzsFuqdRKI/AAAAAAAAD4s/8pF20obLpbM/s320/Photo0382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410040578917538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjzsFCotLhI/AAAAAAAAD4k/jnk4xIQjeW8/s320/Photo0440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410028760411666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjzsFJrXVyI/AAAAAAAAD4c/4i9_6PLhlRY/s320/Photo0438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410030650611490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjzsExp0znI/AAAAAAAAD4U/uhJ1wgmYi4U/s320/Photo0436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410024201703026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjzsElwle7I/AAAAAAAAD4M/fJJfn4ZgKRI/s320/Photo0435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410021008833458" border="0" /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a tiring day . :0&lt;br /&gt;Today bilian texted me at 9plus in the morning, basically i'm still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired cos i sleep at 3am last night again! Busy chatting and texting with pig.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly meeting her at marsiling mrt station, somehow rather, she give me wrong info.&lt;br /&gt;So, i just take bus 913 as she told to, den one big round back to interchange,&lt;br /&gt;Meet her at 903, den we trained to marsiling, went fair price.&lt;br /&gt;Den slowly look around for the ingredients we need to use for baking and jelly!.&lt;br /&gt;I think we spent 1hour to get the things,&lt;br /&gt;At 3pm , we wait for bus to her house at interchange.&lt;br /&gt;So, we first started doing jelly, den to rock cake and lastly cake.&lt;br /&gt;Basically so tired , i swear siah. :0&lt;br /&gt;Oh , i'm falling in love with chocolate chips man.&lt;br /&gt;We bought the Hersey chocolate chip, $5.50 a pack kay,&lt;br /&gt;Its a kind of nice! wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the main purpose for baking today,&lt;br /&gt;Actually is because i feel like doing something for pig's bday,&lt;br /&gt;but, you know la guys, HE ABHOR CAKES. (he simply hate it since young)&lt;br /&gt;Thats sad for me, however, i actually planned something but, i haven learn.&lt;br /&gt;Its too late already, maybe i would buy something for him (:&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. He went work, i'm so bored at home, no text from him, no call from him.&lt;br /&gt;Alamak.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, tomorrow gonna go meet him. :P&lt;br /&gt;Just like on the day of his bday :D&lt;br /&gt;After baking and stuff, pack up all, taste, den watch tv,&lt;br /&gt;Her mum cook for me dinner as well, so sweet, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home at 8plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all for today .&lt;br /&gt;I'm a kind of tired. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I miss him&lt;/span&gt; , its not that him you're thinking of, its another him .&lt;br /&gt;I read his blog lately, i'm really upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really mind if he already forgot about me&lt;/span&gt;, but,&lt;br /&gt;I just want him to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't god just grant him, all things he want, all things he need,&lt;br /&gt;and all peoples he loved? why can't you just grant him all these?&lt;br /&gt;He has the ability to do much better , &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;don't break him down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In my heart, he's nothing compared to&lt;/span&gt;, last time , till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He's still someone special in my heart&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter if he hurted me badly or what,&lt;br /&gt;I just know that he's a good guy.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; !a really good one i mean.&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget those times, please, beg you.&lt;br /&gt;Let him live a good life, he deserve more than what he get now.&lt;br /&gt;please. He's once my sunshine , now he's someone sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;So, please help him with everything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He's a rockstar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;peeps. he really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imisshim )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1830329818844264688?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1830329818844264688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/bakinggggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1830329818844264688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1830329818844264688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/bakinggggg.html' title='Bakinggggg.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjzsFuqdRKI/AAAAAAAAD4s/8pF20obLpbM/s72-c/Photo0382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-177400601177756174</id><published>2009-06-19T20:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:54:50.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You belong with me .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjuMNBnqyHI/AAAAAAAAD1o/x0XZjUX3xeM/s320/Photo0400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023137833601138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjuMMwhDuqI/AAAAAAAAD1g/z0dTaWZs8uE/s320/Photo0399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023133242473122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjuMMv-BBnI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/6gn5YVfHE50/s320/Photo0397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023133095495282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjuL2qI7USI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/eC497a1MFts/s320/Photo0396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349022753573523746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjuL2UIqnsI/AAAAAAAAD1I/d4GDhdYSaWs/s320/Photo0393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349022747666849474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjuL2G83BZI/AAAAAAAAD1A/gul0pDZEJUI/s320/Photo0394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349022744127669650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjuL2AxeOLI/AAAAAAAAD04/P9YOsr3FB1M/s320/Photo0391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349022742469294258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjuL1hh3OHI/AAAAAAAAD0w/KYcskqh9D0Q/s320/Photo0387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349022734082324594" border="0" /&gt;Hello hello. :D&lt;br /&gt;Basically the exact time now is 1.26am . I drafted this earlier on .&lt;br /&gt;Okay , firstly sorry for not updating last night because, i reached home around 1am,&lt;br /&gt;I was too lazy to switch on the computer, so, just take some photographs,&lt;br /&gt;Removed make up and bathe, den chat with pig on phone.&lt;br /&gt;He say we slept at about 3am last night , i think like, errr, i tot 2am like that we sleep already?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i'm too blur yesterday yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall start, i don't know is it excitement which made me wake up at 10am ,&lt;br /&gt;I tried too sleep back but, i just couldn't , so nevermind .&lt;br /&gt;I just go wash up and than watch tv , use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;After that around 2.34pm i left home, i was early by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, tot only the 3 of us, end up 5.&lt;br /&gt;Got me, lifei , xuanyi , shuting and pin dong.&lt;br /&gt;Just joke alot, i find it quite boring at certain times lah.&lt;br /&gt;Was texting with pig for a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we trained to bugis , den went to walk awhile, den  went Empire State&lt;br /&gt;to get some drink, think total is around 30plus.&lt;br /&gt;After that 2 person join, the guy is from my school one, can recognize abit uh .&lt;br /&gt;Den at 5plus, go book ktv, from 7-12. den they went to play pool,&lt;br /&gt;so, just follow lor. Awhile later, shuting and me went to eat,&lt;br /&gt;cos we haven eat anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;So, after we eat, we straight meet them at ktv.&lt;br /&gt;Take lift to 2nd floor, first time there yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So, abit shock, its kinda big lor! serious.&lt;br /&gt;Den they order drinks , for me also lah, but, i drink drink, donno what flavour still :X&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically i get to sing! of course, heeheh.&lt;br /&gt;Den suddenly play 2 songs reminds me of my first secondary school boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;*PS if you don't know who he is , he's in sec2 when im sec1 :X *&lt;br /&gt;Den i say, alamak, this song, i want to sing. sad ayeah.&lt;br /&gt;After that , actually i wanto leave at 10.30, den delay to 11, den to 11.15 , all leave tgt.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're afraid of missing the last bus. trained home.&lt;br /&gt;Sit with lifei, she asked me if i wanto join them at escape this morning,&lt;br /&gt;but, i meeting pig, so, never join. heeheeh.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all last night, pig blame me cos i accidentally drafted the text i wanto reply. :X&lt;br /&gt;Okay , so went home after that chat with him till late mid night, den text2, i tired so sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAYYYYY~&lt;br /&gt;Wake up around 1pm, sorry i was too tired. :0&lt;br /&gt;Den so and so, mummy buy fried rice for me at around 2.40pm, so, i went to shower,&lt;br /&gt;tie my hair, put lens, den eat, after that 3.05 like that leave home.&lt;br /&gt;Meet him at usual pathway, 3.30, he late okay, 3.37 den come , alamak this boy.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after that go shop , i buy icecream and drinks, weather so hot,&lt;br /&gt;cannot take it . after that went to slack, till 6plus, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;Walk together till civic, den he take bus there , i go interchange uh.&lt;br /&gt;Went 883 to buy bubble tea . eat at home also.&lt;br /&gt;Alright , after that was waiting for these freaking hours just to use the com -.-&lt;br /&gt;!@#$^%^&amp;amp;*#@#!&amp;amp;%)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna write much wait you guys read till sian. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Bye pig, bye sotong, bye kids .~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-177400601177756174?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/177400601177756174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-belong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/177400601177756174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/177400601177756174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-belong-with-me.html' title='You belong with me .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjuNDNPIpXI/AAAAAAAAD30/V0hxB70DsXY/s72-c/Photo0431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8543189891960278399</id><published>2009-06-17T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:41:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not getting excited , hope i'm not . (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm7/xxletscountthestarsxx/pinkballoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Faith makes all things  possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Love makes them easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello hello :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update my blog again .&lt;br /&gt;Today is another boring day i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up kinda late today, after that wash up , eat breakfirst.&lt;br /&gt;After that around 2plus went to bathe and then went to library with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;Went there and its fully packed, so, decided to go to my grandma house.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to 515 and buy drinks, after that headed to grandma house.&lt;br /&gt;Used the computer. Play diner dash till my headache.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep for a little while, den went home.&lt;br /&gt;My headache is killing me, so, quickly take a quick nap.&lt;br /&gt;Pig called me after he eat, den i pick  up while i'm sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;after hang up i sleep again, den mummy called, after that,&lt;br /&gt;my phone vibrates, pig texted . after that i call him,&lt;br /&gt;to make sure i'm okay, so, start cracking jokes again , as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Xuan Yi texted me, my secondary 1 classmate,&lt;br /&gt;He just came back to singapore, cos he returned to his country since sec1.&lt;br /&gt;He joined school for a while den he went back.ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;He called me yesterday night when i'm at hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy!!(: , gonna meet him up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;With Lifei,He wants to treat us for dinner, but, like, paiseh only. :X.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow gonna bring him to town,&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, cos got sales, after that go eat , den watch movie ,&lt;br /&gt;den go back home, craving for "Drag me to hell" ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Later gonna go eat, shower, and call pig.&lt;br /&gt;Chit chat only luh. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohokay, bye sotong, bye pig, bye kids. ~&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/6334452595836172554-8543189891960278399?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8543189891960278399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/faith-makes-all-things-possible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8543189891960278399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8543189891960278399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/faith-makes-all-things-possible.html' title='I&apos;m not getting excited , hope i&apos;m not . (:'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2493189389579535903</id><published>2009-06-16T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:33:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sje23Ycg6JI/AAAAAAAAD0o/dvhaxex9mz8/s320/Photo0373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347944145096861842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sje23LswdzI/AAAAAAAAD0g/rq1PfR3l_vc/s320/Photo0369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347944141675329330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sje19H0u2gI/AAAAAAAADy4/TFeLdc3DtBI/s320/Photo0345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347943144202623490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sje180V5irI/AAAAAAAADyw/A9OZ5pj_AQg/s320/Photo0344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347943138973026994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sje18uUvyWI/AAAAAAAADyo/vCt8_YJrC8U/s320/Photo0343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347943137357580642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sje18u_LhdI/AAAAAAAADyg/7Us2-YDtZt0/s320/Photo0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347943137535559122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;center&gt; It is not only necessary to love, It is necessary to say so.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello babes.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i didn't update yesterday because i was too lazy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, i wake up at 7.45am , bathe and stuffs because,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go help at Kindegarden . So, yes, gotta handle 2class ,&lt;br /&gt;Small children really give headaches .&lt;br /&gt;After everything, its already 12pm. headed home, before that phoned Bilian GF.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're gonna meet later.&lt;br /&gt;I met her finally at going 2plus .&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to meet her 1.30pm if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So, i just went shopping alone first, or course i didn't buy anything ): NO $$.&lt;br /&gt;After she reach, i wait for her at interchange, so, we headed to civic KTV.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of funny things happen. I pick Honey red and she pick Bubble milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;I taste her's , i say very nice!! hahaha. She find it too sweet. roar.&lt;br /&gt;Always when we gonna start , our mind totally blind don no what song to choose. :x&lt;br /&gt;Of course we even picked old songs. her favourite "Wang Qing Shui" .&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. laugh like hell. we sing love songs and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;A group of girls beside us, they damn high siol . so loud they sing, we like , wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after singing, she went home, den i headed to SSC alone.&lt;br /&gt;Meet my sis there, cotton on-ed, Daiso. After that went Cck.&lt;br /&gt;Shopshop. I find it quite weird with the price, at other stores, selling $5.&lt;br /&gt;At cck, selling at $10. quite weird right? same shop know. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically i didn't buy luh.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home at 10plus, too tired , too lazy to switch on the computer, just talk on phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAYYYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;Today is so-so . feeling great.&lt;br /&gt;Basically i meet pig today, at going 3.&lt;br /&gt;At first he late luh, den i got issues with my contact lens, so, i reach abit later.&lt;br /&gt;Slack till 5.30, cos i needa go hospital, so , he walk me home den he go back homeee.&lt;br /&gt;Buy bubble tea somemore. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that i just rush , den leave home soon.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yio Chu kang, den go hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 9plus. Trained home and reached around 10plus.&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired tired, is all i can say. *Yawn* .&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wanna chat with pig later,&lt;br /&gt;I so sad siah, i text Mhm right, he never reply knowwww~!&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR. Okay, Goodbye sotong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love is painful that is true not to love is painful too;&lt;br /&gt; but there is a greater  pain: to love and not be loved again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Love is unconditional. . . Relationships are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are always sincere. They change sincerity, that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get&lt;br /&gt;- only with what you  are expecting to give - which is everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2493189389579535903?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2493189389579535903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/soon-ill-grow-up-and-i-wont-even-flinch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2493189389579535903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2493189389579535903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/soon-ill-grow-up-and-i-wont-even-flinch.html' title='Soon I&apos;ll grow up and I won&apos;t even flinch at your name.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sje23Ycg6JI/AAAAAAAAD0o/dvhaxex9mz8/s72-c/Photo0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2351865381653880720</id><published>2009-06-14T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:03:54.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean my words alright. NoHardFeelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 239px; height: 267px;" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/BeckyCroston/ArchieSummertime667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a tiring day i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, wake , sleep , wake sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Finally i woke up and i look at the clock, the time is 11:11am.&lt;br /&gt;Basically i met pig today at my house here, we meet at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;We slack at staircase , from 2-7plus pm.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think much okay peeps,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Just friend&lt;/span&gt; and thats what we can only be (:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be tiring because have to wake up at 8am ,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna help up like that day, the colouring thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No matter what your &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;heartache&lt;/span&gt; may be, laughing helps you forget it for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small children give you headache; big children gives heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2351865381653880720?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2351865381653880720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-mean-my-words-alright-nohardfeelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2351865381653880720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2351865381653880720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-mean-my-words-alright-nohardfeelings.html' title='I mean my words alright. NoHardFeelings.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7739676517946011957</id><published>2009-06-13T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:13:55.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say , Good things takes time .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-12.57am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbw6n_WDI/AAAAAAAADyY/ODZdzrTMmGE/s320/Photo0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858816036100146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbwhIlFEI/AAAAAAAADyQ/MVXc0tYR6xo/s320/Photo0308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858809193468994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbwiTpV1I/AAAAAAAADyI/7qVGKeOOm6U/s320/Photo0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858809508321106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbki9QopI/AAAAAAAADyA/6R6hBAyprDs/s320/Photo0303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858603524432530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbkQqJfqI/AAAAAAAADx4/1_0jrPP1xQ4/s320/Photo0299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858598612434594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbke8JO_I/AAAAAAAADxw/UYwaawvyUsc/s320/Photo0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858602446011378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbkPCLOfI/AAAAAAAADxo/PH8uc8IwuiM/s320/Photo0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858598176340466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbj2KEk7I/AAAAAAAADxg/vKXAo5zfuic/s320/Photo0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858591498572722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbQ6cSlmI/AAAAAAAADxY/qqJiZ6L-qFM/s320/Photo0280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858266231215714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbQjgX4uI/AAAAAAAADxQ/l-Ud9_WuHjE/s320/Photo0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858260074324706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbQUxw2FI/AAAAAAAADxI/vbkDqprOuRA/s320/Photo0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858256120731730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbQYFqKfI/AAAAAAAADxA/ijLCma_QAhY/s320/Photo0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858257009486322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbQIAHBDI/AAAAAAAADw4/oxC089h2c4k/s320/Photo0266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346858252691244082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The kids picture, taken the day before, they so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today i went to Novena . Shopping(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pig text me, he said he's at wherever beach, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;asking if i wanna play hide and seek with him in the tent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;funny right? Ask me to be catcher somemore! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Okay, skipskip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Went out around 2plus i think, then trained to novena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;went cotton on , after shopping , went to bishan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Meet my aunt and went to eat lunch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;till than, cabbed to hospital . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Came back at 8plus, cabbed home . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Feel so tired duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Was waiting for the com , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Okay, i finished transfering files and editing pics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;, finally to update my blog . so, goodnight pigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*Oink oink* . nights to sotong~ :D *Squid squid* *bluek* .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Okay, bye kids. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjM6p1TbgVI/AAAAAAAADww/WbAedkllOik/s320/%7Bx%27BYGONES%27x%7D008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346681672976531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Help me before i get use to this guy .&lt;/center&gt;Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;I'm early today, because , later i'm gonna go out .&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid i'll be late &amp;amp; won't be able to update tonight yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night *we* chatted on phone , okay , serious okay, 'No hard feelings' .&lt;br /&gt;I swear, i know last time i told you guys, i won't like him again, but, i still did.&lt;br /&gt;But, this time round , i really don't have hard feelings on him .&lt;br /&gt;Basically, people do change, i've changed . (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; big big girl &lt;/span&gt;, In a big big world &amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; its not a big big thing if you leave me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Its quite cold outside , just like the way i'm feeling inside&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the best is yet to come , so, i'm just waiting for the best .&lt;br /&gt;Today will be going to Novena to shop,&lt;br /&gt;After that go hospital . That's all today i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I really miss KTV .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give you the formula for success,&lt;br /&gt;but I can give you the formula for failure&lt;br /&gt;-Which is :&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Try to please everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7739676517946011957?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7739676517946011957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-say-good-things-takes-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7739676517946011957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7739676517946011957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-say-good-things-takes-time.html' title='They say , Good things takes time .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjPbw6n_WDI/AAAAAAAADyY/ODZdzrTMmGE/s72-c/Photo0315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7400917767507378754</id><published>2009-06-12T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:25:28.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almost there .'/><title type='text'>Hell you, stealer. freak you out okay. basturd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjJbnxcFjhI/AAAAAAAADwo/Xb6s7tyoCJc/s320/DSC08971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346436446486367762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual , i'm not late today, happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson as usual , nothing special . (:&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school, :D , so haaaaaaaaaaappy.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, after school i went causeway point alone,&lt;br /&gt;bought white beads bracelets &amp;amp; handphone stripe . (:&lt;br /&gt;After that 3pm, went to 539 i think,&lt;br /&gt;Help up with the kindegarden childrens as they do the colouring ,&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, i fucking heartpain &amp;amp; angry.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my slipper! Someone steals it, 80% is stolen by a malay guy!!!.&lt;br /&gt;Fucktard know. So fed up siah. Steal2, go get a life lah!.&lt;br /&gt;Curse is on you, you will suffer because, my life is not good, im suffering,&lt;br /&gt;you wear my slipper means you feel what i feel . go to hell! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after  that uncle sent me back at old forks home there, den i walk home,&lt;br /&gt;bare footed okay. but, its okay, kind of cool perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Went home , sleep. My heads spinning. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is 13th, no plans.&lt;br /&gt;Actually got, cancelled already.&lt;br /&gt;so, tomorrow lets go hospital .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I love my past. I love my present. I’m not ashamed of what I’ve had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and I’m not sad because I have it no longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No one said life is going to be perfect; build a bridge and get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The biggest challenge in life is being yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; in a world trying to make you like everyone else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7400917767507378754?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7400917767507378754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/hell-you-stealer-freak-you-out-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7400917767507378754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7400917767507378754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/hell-you-stealer-freak-you-out-okay.html' title='Hell you, stealer. freak you out okay. basturd.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjJbnxcFjhI/AAAAAAAADwo/Xb6s7tyoCJc/s72-c/DSC08971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8701831312060171901</id><published>2009-06-11T22:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:39:15.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave my heart to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEdcCXkOLI/AAAAAAAADwA/FlvKsLn1hrA/s320/DSC04069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346086600174745778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEdbzeM7GI/AAAAAAAADv4/EMRPs2RkEjo/s320/DSC04064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346086596176047202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEdbzHOWII/AAAAAAAADvw/z6ESLbfQYfY/s320/DSC04063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346086596079671426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEdbrQlbTI/AAAAAAAADvo/52BLqJZ6Sq8/s320/DSC04061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346086593971449138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEdAExRWSI/AAAAAAAADvA/eqon_46Gdjg/s320/DSC04041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346086119783094562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEcjlNvxRI/AAAAAAAADu4/jLMXsVyopzs/s320/DSC04040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346085630276257042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEcjqyXDRI/AAAAAAAADuw/kg855lL15aU/s320/DSC04035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346085631772003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEcjJFmUWI/AAAAAAAADuo/2h0ZQ4kmMQk/s320/DSC04018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346085622725890402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEcjD7cBhI/AAAAAAAADug/S-ahSWx0sag/s320/DSC04011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346085621341095442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEci77USiI/AAAAAAAADuY/rDk1vICKhig/s320/DSC04010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346085619193104930" border="0" /&gt;Hello peeps ,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update my bloggie again yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;Basically i was late for school today ): , Mr singh said, 'I think you guys are getting use to late for school already ' T.T&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we'll know the banding for different class.&lt;br /&gt;Quite worried about it yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm quite happy in the morning, Mhm texted me.&lt;br /&gt;When i was having chem lesson in container room. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;So tired, want to sleep. Anyway, we release at 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;I went causeway point to buy something den headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Till 4plus, i meet up with 'him' , to pass 'him' back his art piece,&lt;br /&gt;We didn't talk much, no longer like before, and i swear 'No hard feelings' .&lt;br /&gt;I swear, believe me friends, i just wanna make friends with him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to let go, so, please, spare me some time alright.&lt;br /&gt;Till 6plus, i gotta go, he sent me home, after  that i bathe again, cos im feeling warm.&lt;br /&gt;After that headed to novena, help mummy get her bag, after that went to shopshop.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got something on in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully weekend can go out with girlfees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm tired, wanna go shower &amp;amp; sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow i won't be late again. if not.... die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quotes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the beauty of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hottest love has the coldest end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;People's says love is a commitment .&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i agree. To love is to suffer, to avoid suffer's must not love.&lt;br /&gt;So, no pain no gain (:&lt;br /&gt;I felt the pain, now i wanto gain. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8701831312060171901?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8701831312060171901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-gave-my-heart-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8701831312060171901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8701831312060171901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-gave-my-heart-to-you.html' title='I gave my heart to you.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SjEdwBmlzmI/AAAAAAAADwY/MX-JlXaFZmY/s72-c/DSC04072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1140719639573368123</id><published>2009-06-10T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:31:31.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All these time i was not looking for love . (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Si_NuH4gxBI/AAAAAAAADtY/ZyrBlS69UJ8/s320/Photo0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717474985821202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Si_NuBlQsnI/AAAAAAAADtg/9fyuoz9fj6c/s320/Photo0232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717473294463602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Si_NudTEE-I/AAAAAAAADto/V3WJyY-_Yec/s320/Photo0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717480734331874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Si_N3r6uKyI/AAAAAAAADuQ/F5YEZfpXGGQ/s320/Photo0251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717639277587234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Si_N3SwFm0I/AAAAAAAADuI/55qpBFu8S6I/s320/Photo0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717632522099522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Si_N3P_OTZI/AAAAAAAADuA/Jrk7goygjIU/s320/Photo0249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717631780277650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Si_NuhijzxI/AAAAAAAADt4/1WusAjwhkDs/s320/Photo0246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717481873067794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Si_NudbNyxI/AAAAAAAADtw/HqCRXi_plLQ/s320/Photo0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345717480768523026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello , hu hu hu ~ :D&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, I'm here to update my blog after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically yesterday i slept at 11plus , today i woke at 7am, late for school.&lt;br /&gt;What happen is, this morning, yes, i wake up and yes , i realise everything is gone.&lt;br /&gt;But, that doesn't mean anything , no point for me to think too much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to go on with my life .&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school, quite a few was late as well,&lt;br /&gt;I quickly did my biometric and headed to AVA room.&lt;br /&gt;After Physics lesson was recess ,&lt;br /&gt;I admit i was looking for him, till then i realize he's absent today.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, after recess got english lesson , many of my classmate didn't know that&lt;br /&gt;there's CIP today, we still thought we can go SPCA, all happy like hell,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly say , SPCA don't need help , then we have to help a school to do spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tired, starting was fun, i was the group leader, den my group have to clean the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sweep the floor, Weihan snatch my job, after that i mop the floor luh. (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, after all, feel tired , wash the fan's .&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after that , we waited very long for the bus, leave there around 5.25pm.&lt;br /&gt;After that went back home. Slack awhile, go shower and headed to cwp with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat dinner , den headed home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;I think , i'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Although , i told my friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, i miss zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; , i get scolded luh.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, okay, im trying my very best okay, give me some time. (:&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate those who is always there for me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love you guys lots&lt;/span&gt;.Truckloads2 . :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tag's replies :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret : &lt;/span&gt;Thanks, but, i'm not nice actually, but, you are (: , agree that every failure make us stronger, so, stay strong , cheers :D thanks yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahyeen :&lt;/span&gt; Yeap, thanks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joleen :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sweety, imyt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bilian :&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for much, get scold till abit wake up liao :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life Quotes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happiness will never come to those who fail to appreciate what they already have&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers open the door but you must walk through it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay bye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1140719639573368123?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1140719639573368123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-these-time-i-was-not-looking-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1140719639573368123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1140719639573368123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-these-time-i-was-not-looking-for.html' title='All these time i was not looking for love . (:'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Si_NuH4gxBI/AAAAAAAADtY/ZyrBlS69UJ8/s72-c/Photo0228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3331691261435557361</id><published>2009-06-09T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:17:51.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 294px;" src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll73/jumpinxjellybeans/Emo_Heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fought and i think, this time ,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye is really forever .&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was waiting for your phone call , till i realize,&lt;br /&gt;You'll not call me anymore .&lt;br /&gt;I always feel my phone vibrating, but, when i take a look at it,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing. perhaps , time to wake up from my sweet dream that lasted for 4months.&lt;br /&gt;This month 13th , we'll have fun at sentosa, but, i think now,i don have to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Just dream on.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best , i gave all i can , so, i should be satisfied for what i can have now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there, i'll let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the love story part below. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually , i hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to wake up tomorrow morning and realize everything is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i will start crying again, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to cry anymore lah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really upset for everything, but, it had been quite long already,&lt;br /&gt;I should have more than enough memories with him .&lt;br /&gt;I will keep all the sketchs , photographs, text messages.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to lose this friendship. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;How will tomorrow be ? i really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to hide from my anymore,&lt;br /&gt;i just want us to be friends, smile to each other, at least this? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I keep on repeating this song 'My heart will go on' ,&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing?! , Tml is gonna be a long day, with Cip till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder would i want to text him, i know i will want to, but,&lt;br /&gt;i try my best, very very best not to, lets not disturb him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i feel touched for the last sketch he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;If *YOU* 're here and you see this,&lt;br /&gt;I really wish to thank you so much, thanks for everything !&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all my wrongs too, you just take care uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow is gonna be a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes feeling the pain.&lt;br /&gt;But, its okay, i must start to buck up already.&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong, people say, its not holding on that makes people stronger,&lt;br /&gt;infact its letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thanks to the Rapist for caring.&lt;br /&gt;Raynard for asking me for movie tomorrow, well, got cip luhs ):&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, thats all i think , imisshim )': .&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3331691261435557361?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3331691261435557361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/heartbreaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3331691261435557361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3331691261435557361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/heartbreaks.html' title='Heartbreaks.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-222353823538453304</id><published>2009-06-09T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:52:46.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin dude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 221px;" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/cmaxphoto/IMG_0854.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How it started, is just like how it's gonna end .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Love is never wanting to lose faith, never wanting to give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; and never truly moving on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Love is knowing and praying in the deepest part of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; what's left of your heart that they feel the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peoples.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry , yesterday i didn't update because , i was too tired after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;After school, i went to the library to meet my sister and my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon , i went home alone , was using the com .&lt;br /&gt;Evening time, went to shower and went to bishan .&lt;br /&gt;Have my dinner and after that headed to Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;After visit, we went home around 9 i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Piggy say he phoned my house and nobody picks up, yeah. im not at home , thats why.&lt;br /&gt;So &amp;amp; so, at night we chatted on phone, than than , went to sleep. soooo tired. :0 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;I leave home around 7.15am .&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly today i'm not going to school , intended to skip school w. someone.&lt;br /&gt;However, cannot lah. So, just go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs lau &amp;amp; Mr singh is taking the attendence, we quickly settle down.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, he slowly stroll in the school, chewing a gum. -.- .&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after that went to AVA room for physics lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;After recess was english lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Did letter writing , After that headed home.&lt;br /&gt;I was using the com the whole day &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I just finish washing my costume TODAY!.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've to hand it in tomorrow. awwwws.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is 8th, such a special day for me,&lt;br /&gt;I pampered myself with a slice of cake, cool ayeah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically. i love ---.&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do. *Sighs* , lets see how things work lah.&lt;br /&gt;Believing that one day i would be strong enough to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&gt;&gt;LOVE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back , Sally know this guy Joe.&lt;br /&gt;When she realize herself slowly falling in love with Joe,&lt;br /&gt;She than found out Joe is already attached.&lt;br /&gt;Her heart scattered , however, she continues seeing him even though she feel the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, she cherished the time she spent with Joe.&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard for them to know each another , Joe is a quiet guy,&lt;br /&gt;Whereas Sally is talkative, She always wonders about Joe.&lt;br /&gt;But, in the first place she didn't even thinks that she'll get the chance to know him,&lt;br /&gt;well, only till she is asking Joe's friend about him, his friend simply just sent her joe's number.&lt;br /&gt;Sally wonder and wonders , she decided to give Joe a text ,&lt;br /&gt;Because, it seems that Joe already know sally have light interest him.&lt;br /&gt;Believing that she won't fall in love with him, but, still.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't control her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, She tries to leave because, she feel the guilt , she knows what others is thinking&lt;br /&gt;about her, as a bitch, third party , or what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind, so, when someone is in love, its totally blind.&lt;br /&gt;Sally get to know more about Joe, so on , they became close friend.&lt;br /&gt;Sally already confessed her feeling since the first time she know him,&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, Joe also said , he likes her.&lt;br /&gt;Sally didn't know if she should believe him, but, just listen and take in.&lt;br /&gt;One day, Sally cannot take it anymore,&lt;br /&gt;She said to Joe, she want to leave him, Joe didn't say anything,&lt;br /&gt;Sally tried not to contact with him even though they were textmates.&lt;br /&gt;She failed to do it, because, Joe started to avoid her,&lt;br /&gt;Information given is, He's someone that is quite sensitive, she suppose.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't bear to let go this friendship, they are back together as good friends again.&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, she realize his lies, and wanted to stop contacting him ,&lt;br /&gt;She thought its gonna be easy, but , it wasn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;She started to have interest with this guy, Alson.&lt;br /&gt;Alson is one year younger than her, although sally don't know him,&lt;br /&gt;but, she wish to know him.&lt;br /&gt;Alson is not a good student, she suppose.&lt;br /&gt;He don't attend school always, he's in NT.&lt;br /&gt;But, all this doesn't matter, she starts to like him,&lt;br /&gt;After that, something happened , Joe &amp;amp; her started to text again.&lt;br /&gt;This time round, sally say to herself , she must not like Joe again.&lt;br /&gt;She determined, but, after she realise, Alson &amp;amp; her is impossible,&lt;br /&gt;Joe touched her and she falls in love with him again.&lt;br /&gt;One night, things seems lighted up by fire.&lt;br /&gt;She know its a mistake for all things that happen, but, its the fact that her feeling is there.&lt;br /&gt;Distance getting closer &amp;amp; closer, sometimes, she remembers how sweet the couple are,&lt;br /&gt;But, she just try to forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;Till than, now, yes now.&lt;br /&gt;They are still close friend, knowing that he still lies to her, but,&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have the courage to leave because,&lt;br /&gt;She loved him &amp;amp; she doesn't want to lose a friend like him.&lt;br /&gt;Joe did things for sally, they take pictures together, have fun together, go outing together.&lt;br /&gt;People will not know what and how they are like exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Sally still loves Joe, Joe say he loves his girlfriend but, he loves sally too.&lt;br /&gt;She melted, She didn't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;She no longer know whats right &amp;amp; whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Till than, she tries to make a decision, but, she's afraid of losing.&lt;br /&gt;She love him deeply, but, in another situation, he's attached.&lt;br /&gt;Now now, Sally just want to love Joe, she know's she can't let go of him.&lt;br /&gt;So, just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say she don't feel guilty, Sally feels the guilt too!&lt;br /&gt;But, its all fair in love, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself into other peoples shoe, you will figure out how she feels just like how&lt;br /&gt;you will feel if it happens to you.&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Just forget him lah" , is not as simple as abc , saying is easy but, how to really do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So so so, thats all about this love story. so complicated .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-222353823538453304?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/222353823538453304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-it-started-is-just-like-how-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/222353823538453304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/222353823538453304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-it-started-is-just-like-how-its.html' title='New skin dude.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1877521972977822781</id><published>2009-06-08T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:17:16.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(07-06-09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SizGuYyt2OI/AAAAAAAADsI/NeFdjU4ZkFU/s320/Photo0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344865358013389026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SizGuOwMEMI/AAAAAAAADsA/wSD5TUrHYto/s320/Photo0178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344865355318431938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SizGuCp2vYI/AAAAAAAADr4/LJfglwNQVD4/s320/Photo0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344865352070643074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SizGtz7WGRI/AAAAAAAADrw/6LWwrJZPGvk/s320/Photo0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344865348117469458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SizGtrSBFvI/AAAAAAAADro/aK3K36ARcUQ/s320/Photo0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344865345796642546" border="0" /&gt;Its a sunday today, Around 12plus, i went to the library to meet my sis.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to buy the tag for my bagpack , print photo's ,&lt;br /&gt;Went home around 4. I was waiting the whole evening for piggy.&lt;br /&gt;Basically i meet him around 8.30-8.45.&lt;br /&gt;So &amp;amp; so, he gave me this sketch on top. its really sweeeeeeeeeeeet!~&lt;br /&gt;Swear! Around 9.59pm , he board bus home.&lt;br /&gt;I sent him to bus stop. After that i went home.&lt;br /&gt;2 big fat lizards are dating at my gate, i was so afraid of it.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to shoo it away, it takes me 10mins time , till i finally just ran in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Phew, cold sweats eyh.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a bad day, however, i hope everything is fine now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1877521972977822781?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1877521972977822781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/07-06-09-its-sunday-today-around-12plus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1877521972977822781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1877521972977822781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/07-06-09-its-sunday-today-around-12plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SizHDAxJGmI/AAAAAAAADsY/8ehxBsFB45c/s72-c/Photo0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7093955455836333425</id><published>2009-06-06T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:36:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;.&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r101/Jael_Rae/Cuuute/photography-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Set me free baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Why can't i just blow off all my problems ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;just like blowing bubbles ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up at 10plus am, Mummy force me to wake up to prepare because,&lt;br /&gt;we're going to johor, We leave home around 12.35pm,&lt;br /&gt;The bus queue at woodlands custom is super long ,we waited for hours just to board a bus.&lt;br /&gt;People keep pushing around, sweating like fuck duh.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to eat because, we're super hungry, i think the shop is called 'Robinson'&lt;br /&gt;or something like that at city square.&lt;br /&gt;Bought something for myself luh . wanted to get things for him but,&lt;br /&gt;mummy spent alot of time looking for shoes, so ,too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, after that, we went back at 6plus, saw Zhihao, totally shock.&lt;br /&gt;We went hospital after johor, at AMK area.&lt;br /&gt;Home at 9. so tired after a long day,however, gonna meet piggy tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, byeeee. gotta sleep soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7093955455836333425?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7093955455836333425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/set-me-free-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7093955455836333425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7093955455836333425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/set-me-free-baby.html' title='Fly with me.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r101/Jael_Rae/Cuuute/th_photography-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-5816203500421489970</id><published>2009-06-05T23:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:26:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A special event .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Some pictures with super ugly smile, ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;Because, there's really something funny going on while taking pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sik8Q0ipuUI/AAAAAAAADog/wCzquM65kvw/s320/Photo0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868692531362114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sik8QpedNXI/AAAAAAAADoY/yA_AbyyPRWk/s320/Photo0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868689560974706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sik8QsmlAoI/AAAAAAAADoQ/9E5H_v9hHRk/s320/Photo0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868690400346754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sik8QcQ1zKI/AAAAAAAADoI/f1VhFy2nn5Q/s320/Photo0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868686014205090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sik8QSaXfDI/AAAAAAAADoA/60_H4SXwr3Q/s320/Photo0066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343868683369806898" border="0" /&gt;Hello peoples.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda late right now, 11.49pm.&lt;br /&gt;I just finish shower, transferring files to the computer &amp;amp; editing pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Basically today seems to be a long day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7am this morning, totally shocked , well, i continue to take my own sweet time,&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for school, i reach school around 8.10am .&lt;br /&gt;Went to class, do maths paper , after that teacher go through paper.&lt;br /&gt;After  that, went for recess, after that went to the dnt workshop there,&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to piggy , meanwhile waiting for bilian gf to go home get her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went up to get our costumes, quick change, bilian &amp;amp; i went to get ice cubes for&lt;br /&gt;our make up, then i start putting on foundation for myself,&lt;br /&gt;after that help some of the girls to put on .&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to do my hair, i bet ms chen feels like killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Cos my hair is like , too thick, hard to tie it up. :X&lt;br /&gt;Soon, my turn to do eye shadow, eye liner , blusher, soon to eye lash ,eye brow &amp;amp; glitter.&lt;br /&gt;We start make up around 10plus &amp;amp; finally done around 3.&lt;br /&gt;Wheee, left the school.went over there, went to macdonalds to grab the student meal.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to the area before we can enter, practice, camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;So &amp;amp; so, so many hot guys know, i swear siah.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, going crazyy. espcially those from germany all. Angmohs. Weeeeets.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. after all, we finally get to change, so &amp;amp; so, got our refreshment.&lt;br /&gt;Before we leave, one group of guys who sits at the same area w. us was like.&lt;br /&gt;saying 'bye girls' , den we all like, errr. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Bus came, headed back woodlands, went to cwp with Audrey &amp;amp; Shang Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;Actually just intend to go toilet, end up decided to take pics.&lt;br /&gt;so, till 9plus den we all go home. (:&lt;br /&gt;While slacking with them , i borrow Audrey phone to call him awhile .heeheeh.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey create a chinese name for him, its like, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Reach home, i  call him, he say wanto wait for me bathe all den chat,&lt;br /&gt;but, he sounds tired, i decided to talk to him awhile, he sleep den i bathe.&lt;br /&gt;So, he's sleeping like a pig now. i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall sleep soon , i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RABIAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop bothering me , can you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do i look like i freaking care?! sad or happy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;our problem la. &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-5816203500421489970?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/5816203500421489970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-event.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5816203500421489970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5816203500421489970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-event.html' title='A special event .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/Sik9eelVtDI/AAAAAAAADrg/QCFnbGEZdtA/s72-c/Photo0140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8668346282174958427</id><published>2009-06-03T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:25:56.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 179px; height: 237px;" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s123/treadwl_2007/neverletgo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll never leave where i am now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Until i have decided where i'd rather be .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it gonna be a short one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make a phone call soon. so sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual lah.&lt;br /&gt;Every as usual, nothing special, art was fun.&lt;br /&gt;After school, go for dance practice till 3plus, after that went to get my green nail polish,&lt;br /&gt;after that headed home. Bathe &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly piggy say he reach liao :X.&lt;br /&gt;Faster rush2 and went down .&lt;br /&gt;Meet him till 6plus, bused to cwp together, he went home.&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet my sister at cwp.&lt;br /&gt;Ate our dinner, i homed alone after that.&lt;br /&gt;Before that went up to cinema to see .... . (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SAD LOVE STORY : &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tears might fall, mine falls&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him. &lt;p&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;" With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;; Love have no boundaries. So, love = love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love takes courage. so, love just say love lah. (: time precious, cherish those you love, before they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8668346282174958427?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8668346282174958427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-never-leave-where-i-am-now-until-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8668346282174958427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8668346282174958427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-never-leave-where-i-am-now-until-i.html' title='Let go.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8984108387487672902</id><published>2009-06-02T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:39:28.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i621.photobucket.com/albums/tt294/random_jake/pink-emo-boy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh . Thanks for coming over tonight. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as per-normal.&lt;br /&gt;Although holidays have already started , however , the sec4 &amp;amp; 5's have to come back&lt;br /&gt;during the first 2 weeks for extra lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I was late this morning because i woke up at 7am &amp;amp; suppose to be in school by 7.45.&lt;br /&gt;I leave home around 7.30, bus is so slow.&lt;br /&gt;i reach school at around 8.10. Luckily never get scolded.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly do my biometric , den go back to class for lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual . after school came home.&lt;br /&gt;after that went out at 8 to meet piggy.&lt;br /&gt;Just reached home , the time now is 10.34 pm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8984108387487672902?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8984108387487672902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8984108387487672902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8984108387487672902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-514851016022531054</id><published>2009-06-01T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:25:43.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i598.photobucket.com/albums/tt68/only_shet4/-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's my boyfriend, i swear i will fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day. 'O' level mother tongue exam.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i feels so crazy , i find it fun !.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i swear its cold.I was sitting at the extreme right,&lt;br /&gt;The air con is blowing air on me, like gonna freeze, i tahan for 2hours know :X&lt;br /&gt;After that i become clever , bring in my jacket lah.&lt;br /&gt;If not i think can turn human to ice sey. :D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about today, except TIRED. ):&lt;br /&gt;Its like, after exam, went to hall for dance practice, went to seng kang for rehearsal .&lt;br /&gt;Till 6plus, god damn tired know. sweating like HELL.&lt;br /&gt;Run &amp;amp; run again, under the hot sun. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;After when we gonna leave, the guys came.&lt;br /&gt;Basically some of us are loooking at a particular hot guy :X.&lt;br /&gt;Den we say Germany guy playing hockey.&lt;br /&gt;Bused to causeway , den take bus with ms pearlyn home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; What can i say, when words can't make it better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-514851016022531054?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/514851016022531054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-hes-my-boyfriend-i-swear-i-will-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/514851016022531054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/514851016022531054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-hes-my-boyfriend-i-swear-i-will-fly.html' title='HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2913501300820105211</id><published>2009-05-31T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:04:41.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm afraid of losing .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 201px;" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e371/Lili_bao/09031017096197.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trust can take years to build up, but, seconds to shatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;; SORRY! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went to meet him todayz&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;Basically i wake up at 11plus this morning &amp;amp; never leaves my bed till 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;We suppose to meet at 2, however, i was late , we met around 2.30.&lt;br /&gt;Went to SSC, its like, so funny, its a hot day at first, while waiting for the shutter bus ,&lt;br /&gt;i took out a piece of tissue for him , another piece for myself.&lt;br /&gt;We're sweating . After bus come we feel so relaxed,&lt;br /&gt;He slide the air con thingy, wheee. feel wind . after that, we reached,&lt;br /&gt;Went to popular cos we wanto buy pens. ,  'O' level mother tongue tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I swear i haven study yet. after updating &amp;amp; shower, i will start studying.&lt;br /&gt;After ssc , we went to 7eleven, he bought the slimdown coke, den he drink.&lt;br /&gt;Say, nice nice,end up bitter, he say, regret ah ,like that. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After that bused to sembawang park. we found seats w/ shelter. phew.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun today, see alot of funny peoples.&lt;br /&gt;Super funny siah, we are laughing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;He suppose to rush off already, we leave park at 6 i think.&lt;br /&gt;After that he sent me back to woodlands den he take train to cck.&lt;br /&gt;He repeats :" Its cck , not ccy" . HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i think i'm still in dream land.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like, wasting my time. but, its okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;It takes hard times to forget anyway. so, hope things won't turn bad than.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously , idk why i'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;But, thats feeling, i can't help uh.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like wanto kill myself la. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;k , bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2913501300820105211?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2913501300820105211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2913501300820105211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2913501300820105211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/i.html' title='I&apos;m afraid of losing .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-5820018984272487331</id><published>2009-05-31T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:05:27.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still couldn't do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;(300509)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SiFe-4UlGEI/AAAAAAAADn4/axHy_xnkfmU/s320/DSC04008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341655067401721922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SiFe-nKGH2I/AAAAAAAADnw/A0-NlIElKCA/s320/DSC04007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341655062794346338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SiFe-d69eaI/AAAAAAAADno/66iJZdPkIqY/s320/DSC04006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341655060314945954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SiFe-V1VhfI/AAAAAAAADng/RuclV92NhQM/s320/DSC04005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341655058143872498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SiFe-LDGRvI/AAAAAAAADnY/0rqwKSumqfM/s320/DSC04004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341655055248803570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Find a heart that loves you at your worst and arms that hold you at your weakest.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is a day when my heart breaks.&lt;br /&gt;I admit i'm still not over, Give me some time please.&lt;br /&gt;Let me contact and slowly cut down please .&lt;br /&gt;Today meet Azmi , 12pm at interchange,&lt;br /&gt;Trained to D.G , after that walked to Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Saw many crews practicing &amp;amp; making up already.&lt;br /&gt;Azmi and i went to eat LJS.&lt;br /&gt;After that went over to the open space to wait for 30T to dance.&lt;br /&gt;I swear they rocked the audience , full of energy!&lt;br /&gt;I left at 3plus, meet mummy &amp;amp; sis to TTSH.&lt;br /&gt;Went Novena to shop before going TTSH.&lt;br /&gt;After that headed home at 8plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Sorry to say , i miss his everything.&lt;br /&gt;Is hard to pretend nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up this morning and realise , everything's gone.&lt;br /&gt;I started crying, I feel like screaming out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I sing and sing, cry while sing. only daddy could tahan my sound duh :x&lt;br /&gt;I swear, i feel like crying all along today.&lt;br /&gt;I trained to novena alone.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to the song 'Never Be Replaced" , i remember ,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday at time 5.20pm, i played this song &amp;amp; show it to him.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, 5.20pm,am &amp;amp; 11.11pm,am i will think of him more.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to occupy myself so that i won't miss him,&lt;br /&gt;but, fail fail failed.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, i called Bilian GF, i was crying.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to make a decision , i bet i still in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for that, but, believe me, give me time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what i should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dream , my wish , my fantasy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-5820018984272487331?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/5820018984272487331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-still-couldnt-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5820018984272487331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5820018984272487331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-still-couldnt-do-it.html' title='I still couldn&apos;t do it.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SiFe-4UlGEI/AAAAAAAADn4/axHy_xnkfmU/s72-c/DSC04008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4069468033221243386</id><published>2009-05-29T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:59:39.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱到才知痛  ; Reality is the worst gameover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 308px;" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u267/parymich777/demotivational%20posters/reality.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Just laugh at me, i thrown it all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys.&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop laughing! ; Reality is the worst gameover, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay i shall start, this few days, too busy to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO many happened , actually one main thing la, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my laughs, I'm in the deepest shit right now, faking a smile :D&lt;br /&gt;This few days having MT lesson from morning, kind of stress.&lt;br /&gt;Doing compo again &amp;amp; again. paper 2 again &amp;amp; again,&lt;br /&gt;yet, still de same, fail fail fail.&lt;br /&gt;Mon is our 'O' level Mt. hope i can pass &amp;amp; get at least a B3.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, today is the last day which i'll get to have mt lesson w. the sec5.&lt;br /&gt;Simply miss their jokes &amp;amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, thanks to Mdm Neo, giving so many notes &amp;amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is really a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, admit i have a great day with him.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom i loved deeply currently, however, no more la ):&lt;br /&gt;I end it all. I hope its really a end.&lt;br /&gt;Although i know, i'll regret for all this,&lt;br /&gt;I know i will cry harder than what i did this few days.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i know i will dream of you, i'll have the temptation to text you.&lt;br /&gt;But, i try not to k, we now just normal pure friend uh.&lt;br /&gt;we must stop being text mates, chat mates.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i just try to study la.Friends will help me through i hope.&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come, i always believe it, cos its to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;I always believe, i need a guy to depend on, need a guy to help me forget him,&lt;br /&gt;guide me through, now, i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are the one whom i'm with when i saw my first life time rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;You are like a star, but, it just fades away now'&lt;br /&gt;I did too much, &amp;amp; hurted so much. i should let go already.&lt;br /&gt;When you told me how you feel, i was abit happy,&lt;br /&gt;but, its too bad, im right too late, all i have to say is.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &amp;amp; goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this time its really gonna end la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna meet my precious husband, AZMI sayang. :D&lt;br /&gt;My Modern dance junior, best friend cum husband'wife .&lt;br /&gt;Just now on my way home, saw this guy, from mediacorp,&lt;br /&gt;Steven lim, he approached me, i shocked, saying that i can become model stuff for mediacorp.&lt;br /&gt;ask to go to his website, i stunt. after that okay bye. lol. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall stop here. more info i should let you guys know.&lt;br /&gt;Would be creating another blog for personal feelings ,&lt;br /&gt;Try your luck figuring the link.&lt;br /&gt;bye loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4069468033221243386?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4069468033221243386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-is-worst-gameover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4069468033221243386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4069468033221243386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-is-worst-gameover.html' title='爱到才知痛  ; Reality is the worst gameover!'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u267/parymich777/demotivational%20posters/th_reality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4521324481971276411</id><published>2009-05-26T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:59:39.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explore your lovely palace today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i477.photobucket.com/albums/rr131/CarollinCalico/Pictures/boyandgirl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When i close my eyes, i remember those lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When i smile, i remember how you pamper me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;After all, i know how much you lied to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But, i still feel you in my heart .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school alone uh.&lt;br /&gt;Carry my art boards, but, end up didn't do my art.&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow i'm gonna stay back to do my art.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual today, '0' level mt uh.&lt;br /&gt;So tired, after school, rush home bathe. cabbed to his palace.&lt;br /&gt;So nice can! i keep saying, why so many mirror? :D&lt;br /&gt;After that awhile later, explore the palace liao, den went shop to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;After that i gotta go TTSH, meet my sis, went novena buy LJS,&lt;br /&gt;Went TTSH after that uh.&lt;br /&gt;Home at 9plus.&lt;br /&gt;So tired, hope to sleep soon, im tired. but, work not done ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Sick &amp;amp; sicker of your lies .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4521324481971276411?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4521324481971276411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/explore-your-lovely-palace-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4521324481971276411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4521324481971276411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/explore-your-lovely-palace-today.html' title='Explore your lovely palace today.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i477.photobucket.com/albums/rr131/CarollinCalico/Pictures/th_boyandgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2720630335869660334</id><published>2009-05-25T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:01:21.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of bloglink? (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Hearts/h3art43.jpg" alt="I" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys,&lt;br /&gt;I think i want to change my blog link. (:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after i found new blog skin den just change as well la :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today meet piggy friend to school ,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring my art boards because , i've decided to bring it tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;Today's school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud to be the top in the class!&lt;br /&gt;You know top what? Highest temperature! 37.5!&lt;br /&gt;went for '0' level mother tongue lesson as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired this morning, in the afternoon doing paper 2,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping already! ~ Haha, Yuhang text me, ask to wake up :X&lt;br /&gt;I haven fall asleep duh. heeheeh.&lt;br /&gt;I was having fever, like burning. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night i went to Bff's youtube page!&lt;br /&gt;His singing seriously melt people's heart. imh know, so long i haven seen him .&lt;br /&gt;Alright, continue today's story, i went home alone today.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i swear, i took 1round bus, after woodland centre, i was the only silian in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;I sit beside the window, with a ear piece stucked on my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to convince myself. Time passed, it had been 3month plus.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i still here ?&lt;br /&gt;你很聪明，你觉得只要你不说，我不说，就没有人知道。&lt;br /&gt;你错了。你一次又一次的欺骗我，而我却一次又一次的被你骗。&lt;br /&gt;我知道这是一个没有结果的爱情，&lt;br /&gt;而你对我说的那些甜言蜜语，我都会把它给忘了。&lt;br /&gt;我知道现在我还是选择爱你，但是我不会爱你很久的。&lt;br /&gt;我想你一直都在把我当成代替品，&lt;br /&gt;但是我一直在找理由骗自己。&lt;br /&gt;虽然你在我最需要我的时候,你都会陪着我，但这也不能代表什么。&lt;br /&gt;所以我一定会努力，Ying为我相信终有一天，我会把你忘了，找到另一个他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, i'll work hard.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly in my studies , maybe so on to relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Yes , its dragging now, because, i tried to go, but, afraid to ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;You said you don't want to talk about all this sad things,&lt;br /&gt;but, did you spare a thought for me?&lt;br /&gt;I know even if we stop everything, i will still feel the ache in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;but, i will slowly forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;I only know, i will never waste time on someone whom i can never had,&lt;br /&gt;however, its a different situation now,&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows what we are like now, except ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;So, let time recover everything.&lt;br /&gt;Its not the matter of wining or losing.&lt;br /&gt;I know end up i wasted all my time,efforts,love.&lt;br /&gt;But, its okay, at least i learned something after all.&lt;br /&gt;This also shows that i will not repeat my mistakes next time.&lt;br /&gt;:D , i will be the best you never had.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rebellious, i can basturd you, just like how you basturd me .&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to revenge , this is the real me, rebellious. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me end with some love quotes perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;if i has to choose between loving you, and breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I would use my last breath to say I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There is one thing that will never change. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will always keep falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Because the other was given to someone else,For us to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;If it dosent, then it was never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you judge people, you have no time to love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This day I will marry my friend, the one I laugh with, live for, dream with, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart, the only dream that mattered had come true. In this life, I was loved by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let someone become your everything, because when they're gone you have nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;How will I die?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;You will die in your sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 83%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;A peaceful departure into the next life.  You are blessed with the good fortune of passing from sleep into eternity.  Do not fear sleep.  To dream into the next life is a rare gift.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You will die in a car accident.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 71%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You will die of boredom.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 71%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You will die from a terminal illness.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 67%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You will die in a nuclear holocaust.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 67%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You will die while saving someone's life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 55%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You will die while having sex.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 38%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;You will be murdered.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 29%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_will_i_die"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How will I die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You are 65% Bittch!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 65%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;Wow! You really are becoming a real Bittch! Has anyone ever told you that? I think you need to calm it down! Before you can't turn back from being a big Bittch! Being Cruel isn't that fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_much_of_a_b_tch_are_you" style="color: blue;"&gt;How much of a B*tch Are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--3&lt;br--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2720630335869660334?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2720630335869660334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-of-bloglink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2720630335869660334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2720630335869660334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-of-bloglink.html' title='Change of bloglink? (:'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/Hearts/th_h3art43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1872740374437254869</id><published>2009-05-24T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:58:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog song, one of your favourite song .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/ShlN1FdGT4I/AAAAAAAADnQ/gkkolz5Vmhc/s320/Photo0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384407617064834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/ShlNwZM3K9I/AAAAAAAADnI/_WmUePcpj2k/s320/Photo0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384327018326994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/ShlNwReZRtI/AAAAAAAADnA/Fa3BVRAGRsE/s320/Photo0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384324944381650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/ShlNwAAjb4I/AAAAAAAADm4/Z4cgBp6jWx0/s320/Photo0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384320255815554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/ShlNwFqP6lI/AAAAAAAADmw/s-Yffq4daJ8/s320/Photo0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384321772874322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/ShlNv1RiRSI/AAAAAAAADmo/YvT7advIpp0/s320/Photo0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384317374252322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers ,&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog seems rather dead yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to update more &amp;amp; daily, but, sometimes, i don't have the time/mood to.&lt;br /&gt;This morning  TTSH-ed.&lt;br /&gt;As i said i went hospital this morning, i came back in at afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I haven complete my assignments . shyt.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1872740374437254869?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1872740374437254869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-blog-song-one-of-your-favourite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1872740374437254869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1872740374437254869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-blog-song-one-of-your-favourite-song.html' title='My blog song, one of your favourite song .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/ShlN1FdGT4I/AAAAAAAADnQ/gkkolz5Vmhc/s72-c/Photo0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1611201168911661467</id><published>2009-05-23T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:30:24.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its nice to know that you were there .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Love/cuddle1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back to you after i run away ,&lt;br /&gt;I hide behind walls just to cry out loud,&lt;br /&gt;You showered me with love and care,&lt;br /&gt;You pampered me,&lt;br /&gt;You let me in your arms &amp;amp; watch me cry.&lt;br /&gt;You wipe my tears , you make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;Until the minute we bid goodbye ,&lt;br /&gt;I know you are there all along until i leave.&lt;br /&gt;I love you , all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a normal day, already planned to meet piggy today.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 1am last night just spending the time texting with him.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9plus this morning, woke by his text and sleep back .&lt;br /&gt;Woke finally around 12plus, after that wash up &amp;amp; have my breakfirst.&lt;br /&gt;After that , digest &amp;amp; called him because , its raining.&lt;br /&gt;He say, "what time you leaving home? " i said "3pm" ,&lt;br /&gt;He said, "We meeting at 3pm know?" , i said, "Oh isit? i forgot, cos tot as usual",&lt;br /&gt;'Okay la, i go bathe liao" :B&lt;br /&gt;After meet him, den slack uh. have fun today , but, sad as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1611201168911661467?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1611201168911661467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-nice-to-know-that-you-were-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1611201168911661467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1611201168911661467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-nice-to-know-that-you-were-there.html' title='Its nice to know that you were there .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1107326455296001739</id><published>2009-05-21T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:10:35.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2hearts , 1beats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t339/vampirelover_010/love/_love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two souls with but a single thought ,&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts that beats as one ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Ur romantic for 84% &lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 84%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;you're romantic but balanced.u like roses,walks in the park and gifts but don't give ur boyfriend too much atention.ur warm,nice and independent.u don't let ur boy to walk on ur head and that's what i like about u.keep it up girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_romantic_are_u_1" style="color: blue;"&gt;How romantic are u?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 331px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white; height: 283px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How evil are you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 86%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;You have a temper, but you're still pretty nice. You're an average person this way. That's okay, though. You are still a pretty good person. You aren't perfect, but then, is anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Evil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 65%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Angelic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 53%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_evil_are_you_5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How evil are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Let me shorten everything, just went to school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;Today started the '0' level mt practices.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back for lessons till 3plus. yawn.&lt;br /&gt;Still doing my compo now.&lt;br /&gt;First time get to combine class with the sec 5's .&lt;br /&gt;Obviously weedhead is very noisy :X.&lt;br /&gt;Okay ,&lt;br /&gt;After school actually want to meet piggy friend home,&lt;br /&gt;cos i tot have to stay back so asked him to leave first.&lt;br /&gt;Okay .bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1107326455296001739?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1107326455296001739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-souls-with-but-single-thought-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1107326455296001739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1107326455296001739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-souls-with-but-single-thought-two.html' title='2hearts , 1beats.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t339/vampirelover_010/love/th__love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-5851698909794384043</id><published>2009-05-20T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:20:03.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me a river please .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 215px;" src="http://i709.photobucket.com/albums/ww96/Solitude_de_La/Photography/outloveisperfect.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;showered&lt;/span&gt; me with love ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Handle&lt;/span&gt; me with care ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coloured&lt;/span&gt; my life with paint ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; With you , i saw the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first real life rainbow&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU :D&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, lets make it short.&lt;br /&gt;Basically today i went to school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;Failed lots of exam,&lt;br /&gt;Predicted , geog &amp;amp; Ss will fail badly although i haven get papers back.&lt;br /&gt;English, over all i failed, Maths failed,Mt pass,Chem failed.&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo, seeeee! Have to buck up already.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today supposingly is the interclass game for upper sec,&lt;br /&gt;didn't play any , so, went to com lab to do art,&lt;br /&gt;Health screening, after  tat continued my art.&lt;br /&gt;Its freezing cold there, haven yet complete my boards.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home , sleep for a little while, bathe &amp;amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet piggy friend till 7plus, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;, Anyway i've created Facebook &amp;amp; Tagged .&lt;br /&gt;Do add me !  - PROFILE for info :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeee'~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-5851698909794384043?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/5851698909794384043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/cry-me-river-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5851698909794384043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5851698909794384043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/cry-me-river-please.html' title='Cry me a river please .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i709.photobucket.com/albums/ww96/Solitude_de_La/Photography/th_outloveisperfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8678248885585490344</id><published>2009-05-18T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:07:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible is nothing :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/ShFaM6tzWvI/AAAAAAAADmg/i1MnR48PiMc/s320/DSC03981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337146211377044210" border="0" /&gt;Hello guys,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to help up at InnovaJc with Bilian gf .&lt;br /&gt;From morning 6plus - 11am .&lt;br /&gt;Kind of crowded &amp;amp; warm, sunny day .&lt;br /&gt;After that , went woodland centre to buy school shoe &amp;amp; headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Rest-ed &amp;amp; after that showered den meet piggy friend (:&lt;br /&gt;Slac, talk,take photos.&lt;br /&gt;After that mummy called, gotto go, went to change Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, meet piggy to school,&lt;br /&gt;Took temperature. 37.4 degree . :D&lt;br /&gt;Today is our last paper, after paper, went to cwp with shengmei &amp;amp; kenyin.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at food court, after that kenyin follow me home,&lt;br /&gt;as i bathe &amp;amp; changed, headed to bugis, accompanied her to buy bag,&lt;br /&gt;after that to orchard, headed home around 6.&lt;br /&gt;The mrt is freezing cold, i swear i shivered.&lt;br /&gt;Alright ,thats all. byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8678248885585490344?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8678248885585490344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/impossible-is-nothing-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8678248885585490344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8678248885585490344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/impossible-is-nothing-d.html' title='Impossible is nothing :D'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/ShFaM6tzWvI/AAAAAAAADmg/i1MnR48PiMc/s72-c/DSC03981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8155105642024319903</id><published>2009-05-16T15:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:26:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things about me . Go check it out :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;are you in love?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Head over heels!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 80%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;wow! you really like this person! the thing you should do is march up to him next time you see him, and tell him how you feel. Dont be afraid!!!! results show you are couragious! besides, according to my calculations, there is no reason you should not already be together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;unsure...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 46%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;huh?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 12%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;are&lt;/a&gt; you in love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;What type of person are you&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;You are Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 0%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;You are dark and confused. You dream of dying. You believe in demons and hell. you cant wait to die you are sucidal. Have a great life trying to cut your wrist and hearing vioces!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Girly girl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 0%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You ar tomboy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 0%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; type of person are you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 6px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; PADDING-LEFT: 6px; WIDTH: 320px; PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 6px"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; COLOR: black"&gt;You are 0% percent in love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 0%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;You are soooo uninterested. It looks like you don't even care. Why did you take this quiz? (If your result is innacurate, I apologize. Give me a break, this is my first quiz. Don't take it too seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/are_you_in_love_in_a_crush_or_just_not_intere"&gt;Are you in Love, in a Crush, or just not Interested?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;am i ugly or pretty?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;ugly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 82%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Your downright UGLY. You better have a pretty dang good personality. But remember theres always room for improvement, paint your nails, cut and dye your hair, try some makeup, buy some new clothes. youll be fine. Personality is always more important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 68%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;so-so&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 60%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;am&lt;/a&gt; i ugly or pretty?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;Honestly, do people like you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Loved by ALL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 76%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Yes, everybody loves you! You are the center of attention and people are always happy to see you! Great job at being such an awesome being! You will go far, always have many friends, and will always be the center of attention! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Well, you're...not quite liked&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 28%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;You're smouldering...but not on fire&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 0%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honestly&lt;/a&gt;, do people like you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;Personality Quiz:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Artistic:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 68%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;"Who's that, in the funky outfit?" ... thats you! You can't help it, strange designs and patterns draw you. After all you're of artistic blood! No one can mold, paint, draw, sketch, and even doodle - like you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Fashionista:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 56%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Laid back:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 54%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Funny guy (or girl):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 52%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Odd:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 48%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Smarty pants:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 42%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Clean freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 22%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/a&gt; Quiz:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;What is YOUR fate?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;To become rich and famous for no reason.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 74%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;You are very talented and care a lot about how you look and appear to others. You can sometimes be a little conceited but will end up famous and not know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;To become the world's most poplular bachelor(ette)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 70%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;To become a successful careerperson but live alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 58%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;To live the perfect family life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 30%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;To make people laugh and smile without trying.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 26%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;To die while saving a life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 24%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;To do absolutely nothing useful and love it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 22%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; is YOUR fate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming up soon. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;Which Twilight character are you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Bella Swan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 80%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;You are not comfortable in front of big crowds and don't like being the center of attention. You are not anti-social, but tend to keep to yourself. You would do anything to make sure your loved ones were safe. You are sometimes a little shy and care about what others think of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Jasper Cullen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 74%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Alice Cullen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 72%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 72%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Jessica Stanley&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 48%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Jacob Black&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 21%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Sam Uley&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 14%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Twilight character are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;What kind of wife are you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Sexy, fun, and exciting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 86%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;You not only know how to keep things spicy in your relationship you also take an active interest in keeping things new and fun. You don't nag him much and are secure enough to allow him a life outside the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Supportive and loving&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 76%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;mellow but kind of boring&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 53%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Ohhhh....poor guy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 0%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; kind of wife are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 6px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; PADDING-LEFT: 6px; WIDTH: 320px; PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 6px"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; COLOR: black"&gt;You are 84% naughty&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 84%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;A respectable score! You are definitely naughty, and with a little help from me you will no doubt reach the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/just_how_naughty_are_you"&gt;Just how naughty are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;What type of boy do you go for?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The popular, sporty, sex-fanatic type.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 76%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;You go for the popular/sporty/sex-fanatic type. Your lad has to be popular, i mean come on! You can't go out with a geek or a nerd that would soooooooo ruin your steet cred! And sporty, well... do you want to date someone who always come last in every running race he will ever do? NO!!! You DO NOT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The sexy, funny, nice type&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 50%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;The funny, clever, cute type&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 0%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; type of boy do you go for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;Does He Like You The Way You Like Him..?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;He kinda likes you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 77%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Well he doesent like you that much...but he does a little..you should see where things go by getting to knoe him more and trying to kik it with him more...but dnt kik it with him 24/7 youll make him run from you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Thee perfect couple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 74%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;he doesnt like you b----...jk!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 12%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does&lt;/a&gt; He Like You The Way You Like Him..?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; WIDTH: 320px; FONT: 12px sans-serif; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px"&gt;What Is Your Crush Type?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT-SIZE: 16px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Really Romantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 81%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;You are so sweet to your crushes! You love to do stuff with them and you always support them! Just don't get to caught up in being romantic- it could cause you some trouble! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Fiercely Flirtatious&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 58%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Super Shy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; WIDTH: 100px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 58%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Crush Type?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 6px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; PADDING-LEFT: 6px; WIDTH: 320px; PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 6px"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; COLOR: black"&gt;You are 61% Attractive to the opposite sex&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 61%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;You're good. People will tend to talk to you when there is no one around or will reply if you ask a question or if you start a conversation. My advise, Don't be shy and if you like someone, don't start staring at them. It will give them the creeps and will start feeling Ackward around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/is_the_opposite_sex_attracted_to_you"&gt;Is the Opposite Sex attracted to You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 6px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; PADDING-LEFT: 6px; WIDTH: 320px; PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 6px"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; COLOR: black"&gt;He likes you 88% ! ;)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; WIDTH: 88%; BACKGROUND: red; FONT-SIZE: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 10px; BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;You should be a couple. You would be perfect together. All you need to do is take charge and ask that person out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_does_he_think_of_you"&gt;What does he think of you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Take More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;do you have a 6th sense?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;sort of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 88%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;you can catch on to some things with ease, but sometimes, your just normall, its not a bad thing, some people have it  and others dont you are in between. it is sometimes easy to pick up on things but some times it just dosent work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 66%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;No, you don't&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 40%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;http://www.gotoquiz.com/do_you_have_a_6th_sense"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do you have a 6th sense?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8155105642024319903?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8155105642024319903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-things-about-me-go-check-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8155105642024319903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8155105642024319903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-things-about-me-go-check-it-out.html' title='Some things about me . Go check it out :)'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4201237340957062243</id><published>2009-05-15T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:53:09.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats what we'll always be .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 294px; height: 214px;" src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh89/zecahuguenin/iloveyou.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dear .&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;This morning went to school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;Today is my maths paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;A kind of hard as i forget the formula &amp;amp; stuffs.:X&lt;br /&gt;After exam, headed home, slack until 1plus, went to bathe &amp;amp; prepare to meet piggy friend.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting half way suddenly rain, as his wish uh.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home at 7plus pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet tomorrow will be a boring day? :X&lt;br /&gt;Okay. bye. &amp;amp; i still haven learn from my mistakes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll38/nat4_92/sanyasfix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know what you have until its gone"&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you dont realize how much you care for someone until they stop caring for you"&lt;br /&gt;"A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When you left, I lost a part of me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate this feeling, it's one I know all to well, it's a thing called heartbreak and it hurts like hell&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4201237340957062243?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4201237340957062243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-what-well-always-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4201237340957062243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4201237340957062243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-what-well-always-be.html' title='Thats what we&apos;ll always be .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4114523069430415463</id><published>2009-05-14T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:11:15.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dumb is me . so so dumb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DUMB . SO DUMB .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Serve me right :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself so so much.&lt;br /&gt;It must be the last time i feel so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to drag anymore .&lt;br /&gt;Its killing, i'm crying, again! for his sake _l_.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fooled, i wish i could rewind time back,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the starting of this year if i could.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be clever enough not wanting to know you.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so like, want to give up on everything now.&lt;br /&gt;Why everytime, i must be the one crying like fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the one can't let go. why?&lt;br /&gt;Blame myself for loving too much. ):&lt;br /&gt;I always find out new things, you always hide things behind me .&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand you , at all .&lt;br /&gt;How i wish , someone can come in my life, take me away. Don't bring me back.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i just need another one who worth the love .&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over . Tears still falls . :(&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone , right one, not wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, its bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could make my heart stone.&lt;br /&gt;So, i won't feel any pain.&lt;br /&gt;You always think, everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to trust anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Its brokenned again. I'm trying not to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted, good guys slips away from my hand,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'll never get any back .&lt;br /&gt;I hope i could let go )':&lt;br /&gt;Bendan , Shagua &lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;我 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Dedicated to readers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yGP9Ra8gfZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yGP9Ra8gfZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Ei-ge6/music/5f7zKrMx/she-ni-zui-jin-hai-hao-ma/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;挑一张耶诞卡写上满满祝福的话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;地址写的是心底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;你能不能收到它&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;天有点冷风有点大&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;城市宁静而喧哗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;这一个冬天我得一个人走回家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;问自己习惯了吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;没有你每到夜裏回声变得好大&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;有没有什麽好方法让寂寞更听话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;你最近还好吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;是不是也在思念裏挣扎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;你说会记得我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;还记得吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;你最近还好吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;忙碌吗累吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;心还会痛吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;如果真不得已忘了我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;快向快乐出发&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;有再多的牵挂都已没有权利表达&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;旧情人给的问候比陌生人还尴尬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;昨天远了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;明天还长&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;回忆模糊但巨大&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;这样的深夜眼泪要怎样不流下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;问自己习惯了吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;没有你每到夜裏回声变得好大&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;有没有什麽好方法让寂寞更听话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;你最近还好吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;是不是也在思念裏挣扎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;你说会记得我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;还记得吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;你最近还好吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;忙碌吗累吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;心还会痛吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;如果真不得已忘了我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;快向快乐出发&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Translated}&lt;br /&gt;Picked a Christmas card and filled it with many blessful sayings&lt;br /&gt;The address is written on the heart&lt;br /&gt;are you able to recieve it?&lt;br /&gt;The weather is a bit cold&lt;br /&gt;The wind is a bit windy&lt;br /&gt;The city is peaceful yet noisy&lt;br /&gt;This winter I must go home alone&lt;br /&gt;(I) ask myself if I am use to it yet&lt;br /&gt;Without you, every night the echos becomes very loud&lt;br /&gt;Is there a good method&lt;br /&gt;to make the lonliness be good?&lt;br /&gt;How you've been lately?&lt;br /&gt;Are you still struggling in the longings?&lt;br /&gt;You've said you'll remember me, do you still remember?&lt;br /&gt;How you've been lately?&lt;br /&gt;Are you busy, tired, does your heart still hurt?&lt;br /&gt;If you really had to forget me&lt;br /&gt;hurry up and head towards happiness&lt;br /&gt;Even if we held hands, (I) still wouldn't have the strength to express (my feelings)&lt;br /&gt;An ex's greeting is more awkward then a stranger's&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was far&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is still long&lt;br /&gt;The memories are vague but huge&lt;br /&gt;How to stop the late night tears from falling?&lt;br /&gt;(I) ask myself if I am use to it yet&lt;br /&gt;Without you, every night the echos becomes very loud&lt;br /&gt;Is there a good method&lt;br /&gt;to make the lonliness be good?&lt;br /&gt;How you've been lately?&lt;br /&gt;Are you still struggling in the longings?&lt;br /&gt;You've said you'll remember me, do you still remember?&lt;br /&gt;How you've veen lately?&lt;br /&gt;Are you busy, tired, does your heart still hurt?&lt;br /&gt;If you really had to forget me&lt;br /&gt;hurry up and head towards happiness&lt;br /&gt;How you've been lately?&lt;br /&gt;Are you still struggling in the longings?&lt;br /&gt;You've said you'll remember me, do you still remember?&lt;br /&gt;How you've veen lately?&lt;br /&gt;Are you busy, tired, does your heart still hurt?&lt;br /&gt;If you really had to forget me&lt;br /&gt;hurry up and head towards happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4114523069430415463?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4114523069430415463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/dumb-is-me-so-so-dumb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4114523069430415463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4114523069430415463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/dumb-is-me-so-so-dumb.html' title='The dumb is me . so so dumb.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7779189393001614282</id><published>2009-05-13T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:36:36.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3Months  ♥ :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk238/xsoxdamnxcleverx/photography/kissing-1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello~&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I wanted to sit with piggy friend this morning, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Someone grabbed that seat already , haha.&lt;br /&gt;So, i was standing all the way to school, Weed head was beside me.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, they are talking about this Indian uncle i suppose,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing big shades. Weed head disturb his friend lo, saying that he's staring at them -.-" .&lt;br /&gt;I swear i couldn't stop laughing , den weedhead say la, you laugh what huh? rape you den you know. I was like, Zzz. when can you change your lines? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to school . First paper is maths.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do some question cause' i really don't know how to do. ):&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry worst, i spent less than 30mins to complete , this shows that i'm failing .&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got social studies. i haven even studied for it yet .&lt;br /&gt;Later gonna study . ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;month since i know piggy.&lt;br /&gt;We're suppose to meet up today, however, he's not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;So, We canceled the meeting , well, yeaps, im disappointed, but, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he can faster recover , we're meeting this friday i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I hope our friendship will last forever &amp;amp; i cherish all times with you :D&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; . :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My heart bleeds no more since turning to stone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gave you everything but it wasn't enough to make you stay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love will never fade unless it was a lie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While I was holding on, all you did was let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You hurt me more than I deserve, how can you be so cruel? I love you more than you deserve, why am I such a fool?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My heart was taken by you, broken by you and now it's in pieces because of you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights , Goodbye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7779189393001614282?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7779189393001614282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/3months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7779189393001614282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7779189393001614282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/3months.html' title='3Months  ♥ :)'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk238/xsoxdamnxcleverx/photography/th_kissing-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-985299818400435024</id><published>2009-05-12T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:10:53.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a secret , not a lie nor a promise .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s245/tinkerbell7337_2007/1111-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating the past 2days.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, The past 2 days, i was not at home.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went to meet piggy friend , slack .&lt;br /&gt;After that, at night, around 9,&lt;br /&gt;Went to 892 to meet my sis. I so feel like watching soccer know,&lt;br /&gt;But, she doesn't want to, so, we just hang out there.&lt;br /&gt;A guy with mental problems perhaps, approached us.&lt;br /&gt;She's too scared to react, so, i just talk to him, while waiting for A to rescue.&lt;br /&gt;After that haeded to 515 for my dinner, den slacked at 892 till mid night,&lt;br /&gt;walked home &amp;amp; saw tons of cockroach . its killing ): eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday , i went to meet piggy friend, we hang out for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;den he have to go back , so, i waited him for about 2hours at his area.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, we slacked till 6.30pm , i rushed off to library .&lt;br /&gt;Tried to memorize geog but, nothing went in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Kappa pants, retailing price $36.90! i so want it. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want a pink adidas watch so much! Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school, w/ Piggy friend.&lt;br /&gt;went back to class for temperature taking, 36.9 degree.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to hall for physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;After break was geog. i bet im gonna fail with single digits. esp geog. :X.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after school, homed alone.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep &amp;amp; woke up at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me end with some quotes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We always ignore the ones who adore us, and adore the ones who ignore us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hardest to do is waking up without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of the saddest thoughts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loving you was my favorite mistake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a boy sweeps you off your feet, he's in the perfect position to drop you on your ass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, goodbye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-985299818400435024?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/985299818400435024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-secret-not-lie-nor-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/985299818400435024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/985299818400435024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-secret-not-lie-nor-promise.html' title='Its a secret , not a lie nor a promise .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8969569702471312255</id><published>2009-05-09T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:21:33.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want is just a piece of heaven .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t82/w-a-l-l/Iloveyou-2.jpg" alt="I love you Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys!&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, today is another boring day.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at home today,&lt;br /&gt;Just now around 8pm, went to causeway point with my sister to have dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Actually meeting piggy friend as well, something cropped up, so , canceled the meeting .&lt;br /&gt;After that went to shop for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Around 9 , went over to Civic to wait for my sis guy.&lt;br /&gt;So slow . When he come  was looking at my watch. haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that home alone.&lt;br /&gt;I shall end with a song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fGQDDmrySD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fGQDDmrySD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/katrinaxoxo/music/j04Cl56A/cascada-bad-boy/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="BeiOlLU-JaYTZpKtext" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="secondaryColor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember the feelings, remember the day&lt;br /&gt;My stone heart was breaking&lt;br /&gt;My love ran away&lt;br /&gt;This moments I knew I would be someone else&lt;br /&gt;My love turned around and I fell&lt;br /&gt;Be my bad boy, be my man&lt;br /&gt;Be my week-end lover&lt;br /&gt;But don't be my friend&lt;br /&gt;You can be my bad boy&lt;br /&gt;But understand&lt;br /&gt;That I don't need you in my life again&lt;br /&gt;Won't you be my bad boy, be my man&lt;br /&gt;Be my week-end lover&lt;br /&gt;But don't be my friend&lt;br /&gt;You can be my bad boy&lt;br /&gt;But understand&lt;br /&gt;That I don't need you again&lt;br /&gt;No I don't need you again&lt;br /&gt;You once made this promise&lt;br /&gt;To stay by my side&lt;br /&gt;But after some time you just pushed me aside&lt;br /&gt;You never thought that a girl could be strong&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll show you how to go on&lt;br /&gt;Be my bad boy, be my man&lt;br /&gt;Be my week-end lover&lt;br /&gt;But don't be my friend&lt;br /&gt;You can be my bad boy&lt;br /&gt;But understand&lt;br /&gt;That I don't need you in my life again&lt;br /&gt;Won't you be my bad boy, be my man&lt;br /&gt;Be my week-end lover&lt;br /&gt;But don't be my friend&lt;br /&gt;You can be my bad boy&lt;br /&gt;But understand&lt;br /&gt;That I don't need you again&lt;br /&gt;No I don't need you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bye guys :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8969569702471312255?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8969569702471312255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-want-is-just-piece-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8969569702471312255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8969569702471312255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-want-is-just-piece-of-heaven.html' title='All i want is just a piece of heaven .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-3728375805574975864</id><published>2009-05-08T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:18:59.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling beyond words will always keep me around you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 210px" border="0" alt="" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb311/blonde_bby/DSC01596.jpg" width="298" height="186" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;} Happy Single 3months to myself  :D !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hello readers{!}&lt;br /&gt;Today i woke up late, I was too tired i bet.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as usual, i'm not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;After that examinations as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I think my compo is like , off-topic .&lt;br /&gt;I picked question4 : Its about the happy moments in my sec school life.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 is really hard, i bet i will fail badly ):&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what to do, i'm tired too. Just couldn't understand the questions.&lt;br /&gt;After school, headed home straight, meet piggy friend around 4.&lt;br /&gt;Went to slack,Saw rainbow siah, he shout, you see!rainbow!.&lt;br /&gt;After that saw full-moon, so nice siol . :X till 8, meet my sister at cwp,&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat my dinner, so hungry, ate Macdonald.&lt;br /&gt;Saw hot(s) . haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after that walked awhile,&lt;br /&gt;homed around 9plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, byeeeeeeee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-3728375805574975864?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/3728375805574975864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-beyond-words-will-always-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3728375805574975864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/3728375805574975864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-beyond-words-will-always-keep.html' title='Feeling beyond words will always keep me around you.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1700427384939766822</id><published>2009-05-07T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:54:19.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not a love story baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 270px;" src="http://i716.photobucket.com/albums/ww163/ferriols_album/Love_Triangle_by_iann7.jpg" alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c60/rofreak2/love_triangle_by_exotic_freak.jpg" alt="yah! Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual, Everything seems rather same ,&lt;br /&gt;Except that we don't have to take temperature already! :D&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual , Tired as usual . :X&lt;br /&gt;Well, Today got back mother tongue paper 2 &amp;amp; listening comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 i got 30/60 , Listening i got 18/20 .&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that i would fail, because paper 1 is not out yet &gt;.&lt;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love Triangle :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teens Magazine page 100teens.&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Hi teens, I have gotten to now this guy recently during a common friend's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;I found him a really nice person and we had a memorable and enjoyable night together.&lt;br /&gt;We started smsing each other after that and chatting on phone till the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;However, we have a huge problems here because although im single, he has a steady girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;for three years. After meeting up again with him, he told me he loved his girlfriend, but, he loved&lt;br /&gt;me as well and he could not decide right now and begged me for more time to let him make his&lt;br /&gt;decision. I'm miserable and i can't concentrate on my school work or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Should i give him up? I know its not right for me to be a third party but, they also say&lt;br /&gt;its all fair in love, what should i do now, please advise!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Complicated, 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this so true to me! A kind of alike isn't it? Let me tell you the replies .&lt;br /&gt;Shortened , main points only .&lt;br /&gt;} I can imagine how though it has been for you,having to struggle mixed feelings of possibly&lt;br /&gt;breaking up a relationship just so that yours can be formed.&lt;br /&gt;- Are you willing to bear the stigma and guilt of being a third party?&lt;br /&gt;- How would you feel if you were the other girl ?&lt;br /&gt;- Are you confident that this guy will love you and commit to you whole-heartedly, and not&lt;br /&gt;put you in the same situation a few years later?&lt;br /&gt;-Do you know him enough to trust him?&lt;br /&gt;Allow the guy to be fair to both you and his girlfriend and give him time to make a clear choice.&lt;br /&gt;Mean while, set clear boundaries and remember , until he has made up his mind, both of you&lt;br /&gt;are just friends, you also have the option of letting go of this potential emotional entanglement.&lt;br /&gt;Love is beautiful when its between two committed and faithful parties but, turns complicated&lt;br /&gt;and sour with the presence of a third party. However, all's fair in love.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the freedom of choice and the right to love, but, that doesn't mean principles should be disregarded .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1700427384939766822?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1700427384939766822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1700427384939766822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1700427384939766822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello_07.html' title='Its not a love story baby.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-7396008466690161613</id><published>2009-05-06T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:05:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It had been a long time, since we last saw each other, i miss him ! Bff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 229px; height: 279px;" src="http://i726.photobucket.com/albums/ww263/madipoo5779/oonaroni7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello .&lt;br /&gt;Piggy friend was at my web page last night! :{&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Basically, today went to school as usual, I was late.&lt;br /&gt;I leave home around 7am , I'm just too tired to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself getting more and more tired , I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Just not in the mood for examinations. Study &amp;amp; stuffs -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; faints&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Why's there so many things happening ? Not ready to cope know.&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, Temperature taking as usual ,  Before school starts &amp;amp; after recess .&lt;br /&gt;F have not been attending school? I didn't see him this week.&lt;br /&gt;After school, Walked to the blue block area, waiting for piggy friend,&lt;br /&gt;Den took 912E, home alone as usual .&lt;br /&gt;Went over to north plaza, after that headed home without buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;Art lesson didn't do printing today, Mr Zaki &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak datang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, we spent 5periods, to do our mid year piece,&lt;br /&gt;My free-hand sucks :X .&lt;br /&gt;Exams round the corner, i should study already.&lt;br /&gt;Just not in the best mood to .&lt;br /&gt;{ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss my bff! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irwan&lt;/span&gt;! - the one who's always special to me :D &lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, Before that, scroll down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is love ?&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love."&lt;br /&gt;"Attention is the most basic form of love; through it we bless and are blessed."&lt;br /&gt;"We love because it's the only true adventure."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is friendship set on fire."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing."&lt;br /&gt;"To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more."&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it."&lt;br /&gt;"Love stretches your heart and makes you big inside."&lt;br /&gt;"Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale... Love loves; this is its nature."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like war: Easy to begin but hard to end."&lt;br /&gt;"Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other."&lt;br /&gt;"Where love is, no room is too small."&lt;br /&gt;"Loves makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day."&lt;br /&gt;"To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven."&lt;br /&gt;"A love song is just a caress set to music."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever."&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence."&lt;br /&gt;"In the final analysis, love is the only reflection of man's worth."&lt;br /&gt;"Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,&lt;br /&gt;A medley of extemporanea;&lt;br /&gt;And love is a thing that can never go wrong;&lt;br /&gt;And I am Marie of Roumania."&lt;br /&gt;"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tag's replies :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charmian :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, updated, trying to update more often already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anonymous :&lt;/span&gt; I didn't see you at the library , haha ; That baby is cute! He's watching you! :D ; Thanks, goodluck too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joleen : &lt;/span&gt;Sweety! Imissyoutoo! Yeah, see ya around. take lots of care :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eLa: &lt;/span&gt;Haha , welcome. thanks, you too yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-7396008466690161613?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/7396008466690161613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7396008466690161613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/7396008466690161613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title='It had been a long time, since we last saw each other, i miss him ! Bff.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-8297860583265582260</id><published>2009-05-05T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:43:43.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things will not go in our way .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 196px; height: 240px;" src="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp248/dannib69/Photography/322.jpg" alt="heart Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Let me share, today went to school as usual,&lt;br /&gt;I went alone, just like the past times alrights,&lt;br /&gt;When i reached school, tiredness showed, Audrey ask,&lt;br /&gt;You cried yesterday ah? i replied "Yeah, how you know? Always i never say you also know" ,&lt;br /&gt;She said my eyes are really swollen .&lt;br /&gt;I guess my mother tongue results will be poor.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired as my eyes couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my paper 1, yeah, i feel sleepy, till question 2, i tell myself,&lt;br /&gt;try your best, do faster &amp;amp; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2, worst, Dizzy here &amp;amp; there, lie down, my head spins,&lt;br /&gt;Sit straight, it still spins, just dizzy like hell.&lt;br /&gt;After paper's, finally can rest for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;After that stayed back for Physic's mock exam , some tried to run away yet, end up coming back.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home , bathe &amp;amp; all, met my piggy friend.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for 40mins prehaps. After that, headed home at 7plus.&lt;br /&gt;Before that went to 883 to get the detergent as tomorrow got to do painting again!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i guess i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; I don't know why i'm always not learning from my mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, no longer that much into that one anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; changed it, but, he's dead . :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeee ;&lt;br /&gt;Tags replies soon. sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-8297860583265582260?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/8297860583265582260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8297860583265582260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/8297860583265582260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-peeps.html' title='Things will not go in our way .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp248/dannib69/Photography/th_322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-4465863584208780898</id><published>2009-05-04T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:31:37.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time to take another route to a happy place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 236px;" src="http://i536.photobucket.com/albums/ff325/sandrakayhernandez/happy_sign.jpg" alt="depression Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' GF says : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;You know that there's a tall big tree infront of you, yet, you choose to continue&lt;br /&gt;walking infront &amp;amp; bang your head on the tree . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet its pretty true la, this is called, a 'Mistake' , yet don't wish to make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe not don't wish to , but, its hard to , well ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm stressed up know. What can i say? My heart is tearing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual , everything is as usual,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happens today, after school, went home shower &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;Meet piggy friend, till 7plus .&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat dinner with my sis &amp;amp; headed home .&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be our Mother Tongue paper ...&lt;br /&gt;Hope i won't get tired while doing the paper because, laziness kills! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; For those who know, i mean my 2 gf's .&lt;br /&gt;I told him liao ley, finally, Maybe after this, history will rewind again.&lt;br /&gt;I will go gonecase again, Well, its okay bah. Give me some time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back . haha. More info tomorrow we discuss uh.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wo lei le, hen lei le , bu wan le , hui jia le&lt;/span&gt; .]&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad all of a sudden , processing the details .&lt;br /&gt;Hope it won't affect the paper tomorrow, alrights bye.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry , unable to reply tags today. Moodless for now. )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-4465863584208780898?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/4465863584208780898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-time-to-take-another-route-to-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4465863584208780898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/4465863584208780898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-time-to-take-another-route-to-happy.html' title='Its time to take another route to a happy place.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-5173921724907812941</id><published>2009-05-03T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:21:40.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no stars in the sky, because,you're the biggest star beside me.</title><content type='html'>Hello readers.  :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to update my blog .&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a kinda sad day because i'm not able to meet someone i wanted to meet yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was quite a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning around 10.30am, 1message recieved @ 10.03am.&lt;br /&gt;Its my piggy friend there, haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that was texting with him for the whole bloody 6-7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet piggy friend today, just slack around 300plus.&lt;br /&gt;We meet at 5plus, till 7.30pm, den i went to library to meet my sis &amp;amp; aunt.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to complete my maths but, still some question i couldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, after that, went to eat at Macdonalds ,&lt;br /&gt;Headed home at 9.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;That all for today, hope every tomorrow will be a better day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; &lt;em&gt;I guess, im still stuck there .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;more days to 3month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;more days to me &amp;amp; bilian's girlfriend-ship anni :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;See you guys in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tag's will be replied soon. sorry for that &amp;amp; the dead doll picture if it causes you nightmares :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-5173921724907812941?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/5173921724907812941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-no-stars-in-sky-becauseyoure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5173921724907812941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5173921724907812941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-no-stars-in-sky-becauseyoure.html' title='There&apos;s no stars in the sky, because,you&apos;re the biggest star beside me.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-5917005146193145985</id><published>2009-05-02T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:22:38.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's in two.</title><content type='html'>Hello dear(s) ;&lt;br /&gt;Let me have s short update here.&lt;br /&gt;Basically just changed my skin, obvious it's quite similar to the old skin,&lt;br /&gt;Well, its better to change the colours after some time because, i'm sick of it already.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Meet up with my beloved GF , Bilian.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats! - Went to causeway point at 3plus, Accompanied her to get some thingys.&lt;br /&gt;We both bought a Pink pencil case :D&lt;br /&gt;After that, headed back home , take a quick shower &amp;amp; meet duckling.&lt;br /&gt;So &amp;amp; so, i reached home around 10plus pm .&lt;br /&gt;Was doing my homework , chatting on phone .&lt;br /&gt;After that waiting for my sis to come back yet , 10mins &amp;amp; 10mins passed.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take it anymore. Off to bed at 2.15am i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Today, morning woke up at 8am, bathe &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to go library, leave home at 9plus,&lt;br /&gt;After that went Burget king for breakfirst .&lt;br /&gt;Library are too crowded , no tables , forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mos burger get a drink, headed home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bathe now, leaving home soon .&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish my maths worksheet, its killing.&lt;br /&gt;It was the last year sec4NA Mid year paper , i swear the paper stares at me &amp;amp; i stares at it.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Tomorrow might be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; The best i ever had, were the 2girls in my life ,&lt;br /&gt;Audrey &amp;amp; Bilian  } Never have great days without them by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I love you(s)!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is not about finding the right person,&lt;br /&gt;but creating a right relationship.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about how much love you have in the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;but how much love you build till the end .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Short tag's replies here :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuting : &lt;/span&gt;Hey, thanks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!Charmain : &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm, i'm trying. haha. just too busy to update. w/ laziness .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anonymous :&lt;/span&gt; Haha, isit? haha.  ; Hmmm, yeah, Yellow is nice! , thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bilian:&lt;/span&gt; BABYYYYYY~ Thanks . ily.HAHA. :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-5917005146193145985?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/5917005146193145985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-hearts-in-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5917005146193145985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/5917005146193145985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-hearts-in-two.html' title='My heart&apos;s in two.'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2357786118440691156</id><published>2009-04-30T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:28:56.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If time can stop tickling, i wish to stop at .....</title><content type='html'>Hello guys, i'm here to update .&lt;br /&gt;Recently quite busy &amp;amp; lazy to use the computer yeah .&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After school went home alone today.&lt;br /&gt;After that meet duckling.&lt;br /&gt;Slack, home at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;em&gt; Sometimes, its hard to face reality when you wish it wasn't true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2357786118440691156?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2357786118440691156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-time-can-stop-tickling-i-wish-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2357786118440691156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2357786118440691156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-time-can-stop-tickling-i-wish-to.html' title='If time can stop tickling, i wish to stop at .....'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-2073537998208572187</id><published>2009-04-28T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:03:14.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10more days to go . awaiting for that big day .</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcIB19TFxI/AAAAAAAADmY/26QXI8ldfSg/s320/DSC03859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737511773345554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcIBn4BASI/AAAAAAAADmI/qSEuKtO--s4/s320/DSC03858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737507993092386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcIBinxKEI/AAAAAAAADmA/2XPMYd7r5oo/s320/DSC03825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737506582767682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcIBZaE6yI/AAAAAAAADl4/EAiGBbb09B8/s320/DSC03815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737504109423394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcHo_rDvxI/AAAAAAAADlw/ES5ZcCRDKRE/s320/DSC03814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737084884467474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcHot3Q1yI/AAAAAAAADlo/aeA-uFIVyuE/s320/DSC03812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737080103819042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcHov73WaI/AAAAAAAADlg/USoCFpyr97c/s320/DSC03810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737080659990946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcHosXxK_I/AAAAAAAADlY/3nQrKqA78xU/s320/DSC03806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737079703284722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcHoVXsQ_I/AAAAAAAADlQ/I4t1mCQZVwQ/s320/DSC03805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737073528947698" border="0" /&gt;26th April 2009 ; Sunday .&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet up with duckling , planned to go sembawang park ,&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days ahead, changed of plans, we meet up in the library around 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to sembawang, went to walk around at sun plaza,&lt;br /&gt;After sun plaza, we headed to sembawang shopping centre,&lt;br /&gt;Window shopping, After that, went to slack at woodlands .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th April 2009 ; Monday .&lt;br /&gt;Went to school as per-normal, i was abit kind of late . :X&lt;br /&gt;Lessons's as usual, nothing much special happened.&lt;br /&gt;After school , waited for duckling at voiddeck for 1hour20mins plus+ ,&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked to woodland centre to take bus 912,&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at his place area, slack at the playground,&lt;br /&gt;Busy chatting .After that he sent me to interchange &amp;amp; he walked home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th April 2009 ; Tuesday .&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school as usual, meet up with duckling at interchange this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm not late, infact when we reach  school , its still pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;After that , went to hall for flag raising today.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual, 3periods of geog, 3periods of chem . -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going crazy&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;4periods of Art, didn't do printing today because Mr Zaki is not around .&lt;br /&gt;I bet, tomorrow will be too rushy for us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; Light laaaaaaaaa ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school , Duckling sent me home luh.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to woodland centre to wait for bus 911 , without E .&lt;br /&gt;Waited &amp;amp; waited , i think the bus only comes around 5-5plus . T.T&lt;br /&gt;After that, he sent me, den he walk back to 911 bus stop &amp;amp; take bus to cwp .&lt;br /&gt;Basically, never stop joking when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, best friends are always like that? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; 10more days , I love the 8th of every month . (:&lt;br /&gt;Lets count down ... :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-2073537998208572187?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/2073537998208572187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/04/10more-days-to-go-awaiting-for-that-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2073537998208572187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/2073537998208572187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/04/10more-days-to-go-awaiting-for-that-big.html' title='10more days to go . awaiting for that big day .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfcIB19TFxI/AAAAAAAADmY/26QXI8ldfSg/s72-c/DSC03859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-1956670654519296714</id><published>2009-04-25T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:29:28.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm afraid to be stuck at the losing end .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfMhM-GEbxI/AAAAAAAADlI/xkZtCKcPzr8/s1600-h/DSC01561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfMhM-GEbxI/AAAAAAAADlI/xkZtCKcPzr8/s320/DSC01561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328639290820030226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; Random old picture .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ,&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school for Physics &amp;amp; Chemistry mock exam.&lt;br /&gt;Predicted the result will be a failure .&lt;br /&gt;After that accompanied Bilian gf to eat at 211 coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;Then went over to the Rc to meet duckling.&lt;br /&gt;We are like, hanging around marsiling area,&lt;br /&gt;We walk here and there, after that settled down under void deck,&lt;br /&gt;Alot of funny thingys happened. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So much of fun , at around 1plus , he accompanied me to bus stop ,&lt;br /&gt;after that he headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't went out today, i was at home, sleep &amp;amp; did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, might not be going anywhere .&lt;br /&gt;Moodless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I'm afraid of losing, everyone wants to win ,&lt;br /&gt;Including myself, either in relationship wise, study wise ,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to lose isn't it .&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking these days,&lt;br /&gt;What i really want , what i can really do.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't get myself a answer , i'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its really like, i couldn't take a step forward nor backward.&lt;br /&gt;Totally stuck .&lt;br /&gt;One day, i'll still have to face it,&lt;br /&gt;Someone is gonna leave , but, only thing i could do is to watch them walk away.&lt;br /&gt;If i can, i hope time rewinds back , maybe rewind to years ago?&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything could start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, almost there but, never get there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i'm the one who started everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-We use to be those silly little girls who shared secrets &amp;amp; give advises among ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, now, things seems changed, you're leaving us, i felt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, we want to help , but, if you never open your door &amp;amp; let us in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever you'll stuck there &amp;amp; depression will come &amp;amp; rock you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We really wish to help although we know our words is just 1% compared to his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, we really feel our heart aching to see you like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ask yourself, why you changed so much, ask yourself, did you made a mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes, saying sorry can cure everything, but, when things turns bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it will never get back to the old times again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know this is for you, read it, &amp;amp; remember that no matter what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're always there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6334452595836172554-1956670654519296714?l=killthat-basturd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/feeds/1956670654519296714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-afraid-to-be-stuck-at-losing-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1956670654519296714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334452595836172554/posts/default/1956670654519296714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthat-basturd.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-afraid-to-be-stuck-at-losing-end.html' title='I&apos;m afraid to be stuck at the losing end .'/><author><name>Connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08582444310165990242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbboXd9N0xI/SfMhM-GEbxI/AAAAAAAADlI/xkZtCKcPzr8/s72-c/DSC01561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334452595836172554.post-5548999352611579602</id><published>2009-04-24T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:50:17.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is shit.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, im here to update.&lt;br /&gt;Basically went to school as usual , meet up with duckling , headed to school.&lt;br /&gt;The bus this morning is so packed, hardly take a breathe , haha.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson's as usual today, Phy lesson duckling came to pass me my foolscape. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ms Loo gave me a purple paper clip today, wah. tyvm!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went home alone.&lt;br /&gt;After that eat ,slack, bathe all, den go library with my sis all,&lt;br /&gt;but, went to meet duckling, did hw.&lt;br /&gt;Chit chat, study, den go slack uh.thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE STORY :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i shed tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His                        name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last                        year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I                        fell in love with him. Before that trip was over, I took                        a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became                        a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways.                        I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there                        were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but                        to him, maybe I was just another girl…                     &lt;p align="left"&gt;“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?”                        I asked.&lt;br /&gt;                    “I can’t”&lt;br /&gt;                    “Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment                        grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;                    “No… I am going to meet a friend…”&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like                        it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word                        ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I                        knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’                        before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at                        all. He didn’t say anything from the first day and                        it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday,                        before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday,                        without fail. I don’t know why…&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Then one day… &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Me: Um, Jin, I …&lt;br /&gt;                    Jin: What…don’t drag, just say..&lt;br /&gt;                    Me: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;                    Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and                        go home.&lt;br /&gt;                    That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and                        handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running                        away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my                        room, one by one. There were many…&lt;br /&gt;                    Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got                        up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded                        myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch                        passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark…                        he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look                        at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he                        suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me                        to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out                        happily.&lt;br /&gt;                    Me: Jin…&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Jin: Here…take this…&lt;br /&gt;                    Again, he handed me a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;                    Me: What’s this?&lt;br /&gt;                    Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving                        it to you now. I’m going home now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;                    Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;br /&gt;                    Jin: Today? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;                    I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday.                        He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen.Then                        I shouted… “Wait…”&lt;br /&gt;                    Jin: You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;                    Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…&lt;br /&gt;                    Jin: What?!&lt;br /&gt;                    Me: Tell me&lt;br /&gt;                    I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he                        just said simple cold words and left.&lt;br /&gt;                    “I don’t want to say…that I love someone                        so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone                        else.”&lt;br /&gt;                    That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb…                        and I collapsed to the ground. He didn’t want to say                        it easily… How could he…. I felt that…                        Maybe he is not the right guy for me…&lt;br /&gt;                    After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying.                        He didn’t call me, although I was waiting. He just                        continued handing me a little doll every morning outside                        my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room…                        everyday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After a month, I got myself together and went                        to school. But what made the pain resurface was that…                        I saw him on a street… with another girl… He                        had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as                        he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and                        looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why                        did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably                        picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger,                        I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang.                        It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside                        my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the                        bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget                        him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into                        my sight, holding a big doll. &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?&lt;br /&gt;                     I couldn’t help hating him, acting like nothing had                        happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as                        usual…&lt;br /&gt;                     Me: I don’t need it. Jin: What….why…&lt;br /&gt;                     I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;                     Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it                        anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again!&lt;br /&gt;                     I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike                        other days, his eyes very shaking.&lt;br /&gt;                     “I’m sorry” He apologized in a tiny voice.                        He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…&lt;br /&gt;                     Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw                        it away!!!&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Honk~ Honk~&lt;br /&gt;                     With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;br /&gt;                     “Jin! Move! Move away!” I shouted… But                        he didn’t hear me, he squatted down and picked up                        the doll.&lt;br /&gt;                     “Jin, move!” HONK~!! “Boom!” That                        sound, so terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;                     That’s how he went away from me. That’s how                        he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word                        to me.&lt;br /&gt;                     After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness                        and the sadness of losing him… And after spending                        two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started                        going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started                        to count the days… when we were in love…&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;“One…two… three…” That was                        how… I started to count the dolls…&lt;br /&gt;                     “Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred                        and eighty five…” It all ended with 485 dolls.&lt;br /&gt;                     I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged                        it tightly, then suddenly…&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;“I love you~, I love you~” I dropped the dolls,shocked.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;“I….lo..ve…you??” I picked up the                        dolls and pressed its stomach.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;“I love you~ I love you~” It can’t be!                        I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the                        side.&lt;br /&gt;                     “I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;                     “I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;                     “I love you~”&lt;br /&gt;                     Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why                        didn’t I realize that….That his heart was always                        by my side, protecting me. Why didn’t I realize that                        he love me this much… I took out the doll under the                        bed and pressed it’s stomach, that was the last doll,                        the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on                        it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much…&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;“Jo…Do you know what today is? We’ve         
