<?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-1436869040107516576</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:15:04.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding Your hand .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-3567373226726649098</id><published>2009-06-02T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:41:24.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiUdi0x_5ZI/AAAAAAAABMA/2JmLNQeeMG4/s1600-h/Biko..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342709017066071442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiUdi0x_5ZI/AAAAAAAABMA/2JmLNQeeMG4/s400/Biko..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM BRINGING HIM WITH ME TO WORDPRESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You can find SuperDawn at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidsandromance.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://kidsandromance.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Relink me if theres a need, comment me there if you want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And last but not least, give me your suggestions if blogger or wordpress is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dawn appreciates your effort! So does Drake Bell! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All my love, Dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3567373226726649098?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3567373226726649098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3567373226726649098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3567373226726649098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3567373226726649098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bringing-him-with-me-to-wordpress.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiUdi0x_5ZI/AAAAAAAABMA/2JmLNQeeMG4/s72-c/Biko..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-115848792688526240</id><published>2009-05-31T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:50:26.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiKk-Lu4SQI/AAAAAAAABLw/GNdrFLsjjlU/s1600-h/AEOTD32CA59BEGJCAEYBVIICAP5ELGHCA52O1ZFCAR18YN4CAKJB3J6CAEYOXWZCAWKXQE3CAYYOMNPCAEC6LC4CAO7NH0VCABV1N5RCAL5RNUMCAAXHCWCCAL9WTW4CAQ8J9A2CAAPHAOVCAUHQQ7C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342013496223090946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiKk-Lu4SQI/AAAAAAAABLw/GNdrFLsjjlU/s320/AEOTD32CA59BEGJCAEYBVIICAP5ELGHCA52O1ZFCAR18YN4CAKJB3J6CAEYOXWZCAWKXQE3CAYYOMNPCAEC6LC4CAO7NH0VCABV1N5RCAL5RNUMCAAXHCWCCAL9WTW4CAQ8J9A2CAAPHAOVCAUHQQ7C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trauma and tragedy in the making.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Baby why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go? I was counting on forever. Now i'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's like im looking from the distance, standing in the background. Everybody's saying he's not coming home now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This cant be happening to me, this is just a dream. Just. A. Dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, i went for a food-tasting session at Matthews and his mom is really friendly. His food was not toxic, no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then, we left to meet Husband at DhobyGhaut. Went for some Jubeat arcade session then left with Mingquan to Sembawang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went for another arcade session and then left for dinner. Then walked to 354D's playground and played daidi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And to my surprise, i won four times. Thrice in a row, then came in second, then won again. Thats a first, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then i walked home listening to some retard throwing mean comments at his friend whilst playing GuitarHero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss playing GuitarHero. ): Come to think of it, i miss alot of things. I miss playing RockFever too. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i dont like RF5, and i cant find RF4. ]: I miss chilling with people. D: I miss heart to heart talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss being loved. ): I miss watching cartoons for the whole day. I miss having lunch with my family. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss my N70 ME. D: I miss my Motorola Vwhatever. I miss chilling with the ahbengs in Sembawang. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Omg. My life seems so depressing. No no no, its not depressing. [: Its just changing. Too much for me to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh well. Anyway, Husband just posted something super sweet on her blog. [: Thank you, Husband. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hm. Thinking alot right now.. Tell me what to do when you feel like dying. At 15. My gosh, im so negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay. Im happy. I really truly am. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No, it really doesnt matter anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My dream has turned in cold, harsh reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cold. Harsh. Reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-115848792688526240?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/115848792688526240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=115848792688526240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/115848792688526240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/115848792688526240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/trauma-and-tragedy-in-making.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiKk-Lu4SQI/AAAAAAAABLw/GNdrFLsjjlU/s72-c/AEOTD32CA59BEGJCAEYBVIICAP5ELGHCA52O1ZFCAR18YN4CAKJB3J6CAEYOXWZCAWKXQE3CAYYOMNPCAEC6LC4CAO7NH0VCABV1N5RCAL5RNUMCAAXHCWCCAL9WTW4CAQ8J9A2CAAPHAOVCAUHQQ7C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-6170886682386865589</id><published>2009-05-31T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:30:37.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiIHdSSbMfI/AAAAAAAABLo/jP7m3-yojZ0/s1600-h/A093BCHCA4RB9VCCAH8PGDXCACUABSFCANA0M28CAHF56VKCA9Y3TAZCA9Z2BL6CA2NRJ7FCAGX2W7QCALXQANYCAHG7GI6CA27A7HPCASD1X4ACAY3613CCA2W81PDCAYW4QIOCA6C4GOZCADMVSIB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341840307721548274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiIHdSSbMfI/AAAAAAAABLo/jP7m3-yojZ0/s320/A093BCHCA4RB9VCCAH8PGDXCACUABSFCANA0M28CAHF56VKCA9Y3TAZCA9Z2BL6CA2NRJ7FCAGX2W7QCALXQANYCAHG7GI6CA27A7HPCASD1X4ACAY3613CCA2W81PDCAYW4QIOCA6C4GOZCADMVSIB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dont like my previous post. Its such a turn-off. Okay, im here to cover up! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, actually, i have nothing to say at all. Just that service was pretty okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And that im meeting Matthew later and Isaac next week and watching Transformers with Adha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And that im very confused and very hurt. Im obsessed and stressed with this mess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant think of things to write down, to type down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And these fingertips are moving faster than these lips. So you can only imagine how jealous my mouth is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whats a crush to doooooooooooooooo. HAHA. Alright, i'll edit this post later. Wo ai ni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.S. I cant speak chinese properly anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-6170886682386865589?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6170886682386865589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=6170886682386865589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6170886682386865589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6170886682386865589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-like-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiIHdSSbMfI/AAAAAAAABLo/jP7m3-yojZ0/s72-c/A093BCHCA4RB9VCCAH8PGDXCACUABSFCANA0M28CAHF56VKCA9Y3TAZCA9Z2BL6CA2NRJ7FCAGX2W7QCALXQANYCAHG7GI6CA27A7HPCASD1X4ACAY3613CCA2W81PDCAYW4QIOCA6C4GOZCADMVSIB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-481247062823412552</id><published>2009-05-31T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:50:23.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiHaxI2qt5I/AAAAAAAABLg/d1JRh1s9c0Q/s1600-h/Dawns+birthday..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341791170763339666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiHaxI2qt5I/AAAAAAAABLg/d1JRh1s9c0Q/s320/Dawns+birthday..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey world. Im a really happy kid! Haha. Twas my birthday yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i didnt celebrate or anything yesterday. But i'll post about how i celebrated my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Friday, last day of school. :D Caught Conspiracy with my sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sunshine left, i went to town to get Valerie's present. :D After which,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I headed back to Sembawang and yaddayaddayadda, then to AdmiralBar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We drank. [: Played pokerrrrrrrr, and all that crazy lil things. Twas a lil quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then, it hit 11.45. I went outside to prepare to call Valerie. And 0000 approached,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was happily calling Valerie, whined when she didnt pick up. And.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Got dragged by my husband into the bar. HAHA. And when i went in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There was a cake on the table with 6 candles, happy birthday playing over the speakers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i fell on the floor. HAHA. Grand entrance, much! Haha. Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So i know who planned the whole thing. [: And i wanna tell her i love her to bits. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Many thanks to AngQiyin for making my birthday a celebrated one. :D Also, a special one. [: Alright, credits later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, then she told me i couldnt eat with a fork. So either i eat myself, or she feeds me. Which one will YOU choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I chose to eat it myself. So i began to put it near my face.. A slice of the dubious chocolate cake.. And..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;WHAM. It went straight in my face. Thank goodness it was chilled and not too much got on my face. So being me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I took the cake.. And threw it at her. At Sunshine. And wiped the remaining chocolate on my hands at Alvin. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(Sorry about it, twas oily. Heh.) Well, then after that, myself Alvin and Qiyin all got a little high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I started playing 5, 10, 20 with Alvin. Hahaha. Twas soooo funny! &amp;amp; fun. :D Hahaha. Havent seen him so high in a while now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So, we played.. With Qiyin, with JunLong and Alvin covered for me. And i kept losing. HAHA. Then, me &amp;amp; Alvin got tipsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHA. Walking out of the bar, i was cartwheeling and he was running. Haha! And we got labelled two crazy idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And we were both trying to walk straight. And he pushed me! And i fell. LOL. Haha, the walk down the hill was fun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So then, Alvin left and myself, my husband, sunshine and steven left for Canberra Park. The walk there took forever, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We went to 7-eleven. I kept sitting on the floor. LOL. I was sober okay! Haha. When we got to Canberra Park,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I played on the swing. Swung so high til i got giddy and wanted to puke. Haha. Then we just wasted the night away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Got screened by the police, but they were nice. [: So then went my birthday night. Went home in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Slept for 2 hours, prepared for service. And my birthday was spent.. like any other saturday service day. Nothing special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So.. Cons? I lost my locket. The locket that i love and treasure so much. Well, its alright. Sometimes, we gotta let go of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Another con? He forgot my birthday. Damn, i was really really sad.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Extremely sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But he wished me happy birthday last night. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D He said 'Happy birthday dawn!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that was the best gift ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Neither of my parents wished me happy birthday. My dad went on an overseas trip on my birthday. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Many other people forgot my birthday. But.. I dont really care. Even if it shows i dont mean much to them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The friends that wished me happy birthday and spent my birthday with me really made my 15th birthday special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I didnt do much.. But something was really special about my 15th birthday. I was a different person from years before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i got to spend it with lovely people. :D Enough said, it was a awesome birthday and i couldnt ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Credits.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All my love to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My husband, Qiyin, for planning that surprise. :D You're the most awesome husband ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alvin, Sunshine, Himyi and Steven who were there to celebrate my birthday with me. :D You guys made it special. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Brenda, Laiyee, Nicholas, Jieyun, Jogina, Hweehong, Charlene, Agnes, Yicong, Emyi, Sherlyn, Sharmeel, Liting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Waimin, Charis, Aunt, My sis! :D, Binhui, Sebas, Zyann, Melissa, Jeremiah, Younice, Isaac, Joyce and most of all, Adha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For texting me birthday wishes. Also, Valerie, BrandonKang, Angela, Jingwen, Hazel, Desmond, Calvin, Carmen, Bernard for birthday wishes in person. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thats about it. [: Its over now. And my wish came true. Maybe theres more to life after all. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe life IS a big hooha.. Maybe birthdays are big hooha's.. Time to go get my IC! Hehe. Love ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wanted so much to spend it with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But it doesnt matter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know it makes no sense, but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Having heard those three words from you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It made my birthday complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wished for my birthday to be special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wished that you would remember my birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It pretty much did come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i wished that you would be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are you happy?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-481247062823412552?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/481247062823412552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=481247062823412552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/481247062823412552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/481247062823412552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-world.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SiHaxI2qt5I/AAAAAAAABLg/d1JRh1s9c0Q/s72-c/Dawns+birthday..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-9010408207157666516</id><published>2009-05-27T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:49:11.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. My left eye with the stupid infection is irritating the shit out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. I want an iPod classic for my birthday. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i cant have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-9010408207157666516?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/9010408207157666516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=9010408207157666516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/9010408207157666516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/9010408207157666516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-1955165665692977380</id><published>2009-05-27T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:22:35.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sh0bVxttyDI/AAAAAAAABLY/8tZmxfNI2YU/s1600-h/A7H2A2ECA2Z9HPXCA1TDLP3CA4ZZ78ACAOY5CDWCAUBBD1YCAA6ITI0CACGZ8IOCA3QVAY9CAJHX27KCA3KVRQ7CAD0HFUTCA03U358CAZAX9N5CAD9WU6ECA0SHHU6CAGV5GOQCAVVR3LXCA0XC0I5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340454794067560498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sh0bVxttyDI/AAAAAAAABLY/8tZmxfNI2YU/s320/A7H2A2ECA2Z9HPXCA1TDLP3CA4ZZ78ACAOY5CDWCAUBBD1YCAA6ITI0CACGZ8IOCA3QVAY9CAJHX27KCA3KVRQ7CAD0HFUTCA03U358CAZAX9N5CAD9WU6ECA0SHHU6CAGV5GOQCAVVR3LXCA0XC0I5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feeling so helpless, and theres nothing i can do about it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im bored. Gonna do this quiz. Kinda interesting. Dont care what you think. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Be honest people! If you really have never heard of them.  Don't mark it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ALTERNATIVE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Breaking Benjamin [x] Paramore [x] Panic! At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Linkin Park [x] The Academy Is... [x] Coldplay [ ] Three Days Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Yellowcard [x] 30 Seconds to Mars [ ] Chevelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;COUNTRY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Rascal Flatts [x] Carrie Underwood [ ] Leanne Rhymes [x] Garth Brooks [ ] Dixie Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] Kenny Chesney [ ] Tim McGraw [x] Faith Hill [ ] Shania Twain [] Johnny Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;EMO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] Hawthorne Heights [ ] Chiodos [ ] Forgive Durden [ ] Amber Pacific &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus [ ] From First to Last [ ] Senses Fail [ ] Underoath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] Something Corporate [ ] Hit The Lights [ ] Dear Whoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;INDIE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] The Hush Sound [ ] Eisley[ ] Death Cab for Cutie [x] Dashboard Confessional [x] The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] Yeah Yeah Yeahs [ ] Hot Hot Heat [x] Gym Class Heroes [ ] Franz Ferdinand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] Modest Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;METAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Slipknot [ ] System of a Down [ ] Disturbed [x] Metallica [x] Guns n' Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Lamb of God [ ] Slayer [ ] Hatebreed [x] Killswitch Engage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;POP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Teddy Geiger [x] Ashlee Simpson [x] Kelly Clarkson [x] Jesse McCartney [x] Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Pink [x] The Veronicas [x] Daniel Powter [x] James Blunt [x] Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;POWERPOP/PUNK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Hellogoodbye [x] Cute is What We Aim for [ ] Cartel [x] The Click Five [x] Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] Rise Against [x] Good Charlotte [x] Bowling for Soup [\x] Relient K [ ] Anti - Flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR=  39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;RAP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Ying Yang Twins [x] T.I. [x] Eminem [ ] 2pac [x] Jamie Foxx [x] Ludacris [ ] Lil' Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] Outkast [x] 50 Cent [x] Kanye West [ ] Notorious B.I.G [ ] Young Jeezy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;SKA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] reel big fish [ ] The Specials [ ] MAD Caddies [ ] Rancid [ ] The Aquabats [ ] Sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] No Doubt [ ] Madness [ ] Operation Ivy [x] Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR= 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ROCK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Taking Back Sunday [x] All American Reject s[ ] Motion City Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Avenged Sevenfold [ ] Angels and Airwaves [x] Evanescence [x] My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[ ] Drowning Pool [x] Green Day [x] Blink 182 [x] Madina Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL SO FAR =  56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;CLASSIC ROCK :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] The Beatles [x] Led Zeppelin [x] The Rolling Stones [ ] The Cure [ ] The Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[x] Pink Floyd [ ] Jimi Hendrix [ ] Queen [ ] Van Halen [ ] Poison [ ] ACDC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TOTAL =  60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Multiply your answer by 144 and then divide it by 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;60 times 144 is.. then divided by 100.. is 86.4, yeap. Thats how much i know. Thats the end of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, skipped school today. Woke up not being able to open my left eye like yesterday. When i opened it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I felt like i got infected by a pig. Or not. It was all red.. And it was all heavy-lid-ed. I felt like my veins were going to burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i had a fever, and coughed like a wheezy old man. Haha. Okay, so i watched cartoons the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Y'know cartoons are awesome? HAHA. They kill time superbly fast! Speaking of killing time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I find myself killing time alot. Isnt time supposed to be precious? I always said i would live everyday like my last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It so happens that no matter what im doing, i dont mind it being my last day on Earth. Even if it meant watching cartoons all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But with all that time i've killed.. Could they be used for better purposes? To fulfil my dreams and such?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I used to have so many purposes in life. So many things i wanted to learn. Drums, guitar, dance. All that drive for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But now, i feel like im staring down at my life from the outside. Staring through the porch window into an empty apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;With nothing but one girl. Sitting in the corner. Losing the will to live every. single. second. Somehow, life's like a joke now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A big. huge. joke. Im not saying i dont have friends and im some emo person and all that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im not saying i always waste time. I do spend my time well, no doubt. But..i dont find that my life is for a good cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Being in Hope, i spent all my time with people there. Literally all. Leaving Hope, i spend my time with a variety of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But its so cluttered. Im this to her, that to him, this to them, that to her. None of these friendships seem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How do i put it? Seems so.. Superficial. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;superficial.&lt;/strong&gt; Thats the word. I know some of them are supposed to be my goodfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea, they are. But i dont just want good friends. I want best friends. True friends. Not just good friends and close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know its demanding. Why am i even saying all this in the first place? Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To hell with it. Nothing much today. Just hope my dad's okay. He seems to be stuck in a serious financial rut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh wait. He's going to China during the holidays. Har d har. Hope he thinks about what he's doing, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And. A huge apology to Sherlyn for ditching you today! The next time i skip school, i'll send you to school first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not. Haha. And to Jieyun as well, as she said she felt really bored as everyone was asleep. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thats how it is nowadays. The daily routine. Smack your heads on the table, plug in some ear pieces, blast some good music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And lull yourself to sleep. When the bell rings for break and dismissal, just wake up in grogginess and evacuate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHA. Its okay. Two more days. Just two more days. Cant wait for End years to come. Im serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I find the exam-rush kinda funny. And anyway, its time to start pushing myself to study. I should stop getting one digit for Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And to hell with C's for English. And also C's for all those other subjects im supposed to be good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im supposed to be mature and think. Not disappoint people around me. Though i highly doubt anyone is disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Except..God. Damn. Lets not go there for now. So anyway. Im horribly bored now. Im gonna go find something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im becoming what i never wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've broken so many promises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gone against so many morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Regretting many decisions i have made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Missing people that i let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What the hell am i doing here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Stuck in this rut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Im drained, empty and helpless.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1955165665692977380?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1955165665692977380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1955165665692977380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1955165665692977380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1955165665692977380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-so-helpless-and-theres-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sh0bVxttyDI/AAAAAAAABLY/8tZmxfNI2YU/s72-c/A7H2A2ECA2Z9HPXCA1TDLP3CA4ZZ78ACAOY5CDWCAUBBD1YCAA6ITI0CACGZ8IOCA3QVAY9CAJHX27KCA3KVRQ7CAD0HFUTCA03U358CAZAX9N5CAD9WU6ECA0SHHU6CAGV5GOQCAVVR3LXCA0XC0I5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-2229081815290987595</id><published>2009-05-26T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:47:14.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Shvi4EZ5J1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/5XoBvPbOnOw/s1600-h/A61IQZACATW1835CAWK99NPCAIM61LGCAF1197GCAQ3P2OXCAJJLY0PCAY15LI5CAFT4ACNCAXD60BJCA3BC7YRCA3I2TTRCAHA68L7CA2B730KCA90NVEXCAE0RDDUCAK3XCZ8CA6NTURACAEHTAR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340111236060751698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Shvi4EZ5J1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/5XoBvPbOnOw/s320/A61IQZACATW1835CAWK99NPCAIM61LGCAF1197GCAQ3P2OXCAJJLY0PCAY15LI5CAFT4ACNCAXD60BJCA3BC7YRCA3I2TTRCAHA68L7CA2B730KCA90NVEXCAE0RDDUCAK3XCZ8CA6NTURACAEHTAR1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wilted like a rose.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hey honey. You're so sweet. You have no idea how much bee's you eat. Erm, HAHA what?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHA. Okay. ANYWAY. Did Archery in school today. [: It was really fun! Unexpected right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But the school hall was a 12387398473987493812degrees suana. ]: Aside from that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe it was because of the presence of an exceptionally hot &amp;amp; c-ute instructor. :D Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HE WEARS BRACES! Haha. I have a thing for guys with braces. TEEHEEEE! Okay ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ryan Higa used to wear braces. :D HAHA OKAY IGNORE. Well, chilled with JoyceLynBrenda after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yadda yadda. Met Qiyin at Admiralty. Yadda yadda. And am now officially home. And being hyperactive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha. I wonder what it feels like to be emotional all the time.. Like. Those emo people. Do they ever smile? :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do they ever feel adrenaline rushes? And what do they do when they get adrenaline rushes? Cut themselves! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do they laugh hysterically? Haha. Emo people are some thing i will never understand. Aint that right? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And why do people have moodswings? :o Swing swing swing. Sigh. Haha i finally have something to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But im apparently too hyper to think soundly. HAHAHAH. And i closed my helix piercing. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Twas way too painful. Probably hit a nerve. Doesnt matter, i dont wanna give people wrong impression anymore. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe i'll tattoo my forehead with 'Ima good girl'. Wait. Isnt that contradictory? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was young but i wasnt naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I watched helpless when you turned around to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i still have the pain that i have to carry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A past so deep that you couldnt even bury if you tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After all this time, i'd never thought we'd be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When my love for you is blind, but i couldnt make you see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That i loved you more than you'll ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;When part of me died when i let you go&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-2229081815290987595?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2229081815290987595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=2229081815290987595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2229081815290987595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2229081815290987595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/wilted-like-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Shvi4EZ5J1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/5XoBvPbOnOw/s72-c/A61IQZACATW1835CAWK99NPCAIM61LGCAF1197GCAQ3P2OXCAJJLY0PCAY15LI5CAFT4ACNCAXD60BJCA3BC7YRCA3I2TTRCAHA68L7CA2B730KCA90NVEXCAE0RDDUCAK3XCZ8CA6NTURACAEHTAR1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-3609482234097917826</id><published>2009-05-25T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:04:12.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShqJLx3jUZI/AAAAAAAABLI/ND9fJ4ZA7Hk/s1600-h/I+love+you!.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339731143659049362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShqJLx3jUZI/AAAAAAAABLI/ND9fJ4ZA7Hk/s320/I+love+you!.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So adorable right, the picture. HAHA. Like some twittish picture. Haha. Monday blues today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to school half asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Had some personality workshop, twas cool! Lots of 'S's, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Came back home straight after school, also half asleep. And really slept. Half sitting on my couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How retarded! HAHA. Only hit home at 12 yesterday. D: That explains the letharge, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant wait for school to be out! They're currently putting us through alot of torture. ): Theres ARCHERY tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know its supposed to be fun, yea it is, probably. But i really cant wait for the holidays. D: So many things i wanna do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But before the holidays, some girlfriends are bringing me on a bimbo-spree. HAHA. Manicure, haircut and movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHAHA. Hilarious much. Okay.. Im having lesser and lesser things to blog about. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Freaking mozzies from chilling at Canberra Park yesterday. D: Itches like crazy! Kill all mozzies! Or give me dengue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha. Corbin Bleu is kinda hot eh. :D Haha okay, bimbo rant. Well, until i have something to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll stop here. Enough said. [: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're stuck in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your cheeky smirk, your smiling eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its just one chapter of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A chapter of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How our paths are crossed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At this junction, at this crossroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This decision to love you will forever be etched on my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Trusting you, believing in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its gonna hurt, but i'll stand by it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joke's so definitely on me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3609482234097917826?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3609482234097917826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3609482234097917826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3609482234097917826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3609482234097917826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-adorable-right-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShqJLx3jUZI/AAAAAAAABLI/ND9fJ4ZA7Hk/s72-c/I+love+you!.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-6802046404248972963</id><published>2009-05-24T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:12:14.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Shi2MP1AigI/AAAAAAAABLA/l9anU0kfr7k/s1600-h/AQ1I418CAIUNHW5CA6GM09QCA05EQ67CAKTSXC1CAH446PRCA05ZXZICASVJ363CAPVWSRFCAYBSEXACA4SCAAECAQYWB02CAIOIPUCCAVMW40ECA5UXIYSCAPEBO6VCA1P2W8XCAFFUKOQCA3T66WH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339217679771273730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Shi2MP1AigI/AAAAAAAABLA/l9anU0kfr7k/s320/AQ1I418CAIUNHW5CA6GM09QCA05EQ67CAKTSXC1CAH446PRCA05ZXZICASVJ363CAPVWSRFCAYBSEXACA4SCAAECAQYWB02CAIOIPUCCAVMW40ECA5UXIYSCAPEBO6VCA1P2W8XCAFFUKOQCA3T66WH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stuck in a rut, fingers crossed behind my back.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When you cross the road, whats on your mind? [: Probably wishing you dont get hit right? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well i just cross the road wishing to get hit but its probably never gonna come true, fat hope! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ever wondered what tomorrow will bring? Well, tomorrow brings nothing. You create your tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tomorrow in itself is just a word. An empty word. You inject the tiny little specs of joy, of emotion of colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its like a blank canvas. Life. Ever wondered what life's all about? Life's about carving an image of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You chip off the bad parts of the wood, ( if you use wood, haha. ) You shape it. You create your character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And when you start carving at first, you might saw off the wrong parts, mess it up a little here, alot there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But then you start to gain experience by carving, day after day. And it becomes a masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And at the end of life, you see your very own masterpiece. Carved in wood, with little mess ups, cover ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But still beautiful. Because it is what you have created. It is an image of you. With its scars and chips, it is your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ever wondered whats love? Love is love. Every one of the 6billion people living on Mother Earth knows love differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love. Is making the one you love happy, disregarding all other costs. Love. Is letting go when you have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love. Is getting hurt. When you're 15 and you tell someone you love them, where's it coming from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love causes massacre of the hearts. So.. Would you rather love? Or be loved. 6billion people. 1 15year old girls thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I would rather love. To know you loved someone, be it in silence or exclusively, to your extreme best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No matter how high you fall from, no matter how many wells of tears. You know you've given your all to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do you believe in karma? What the hell is karma anyway? A theory some people came up with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Karma. Haha. Come get me, karma. I'll turn you into caramel, pour you all over my cheesecake and eat you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lastly. Ever wondered why people do what they do? I do. Alot. I wonder about why people do what they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Say what they say. And react how they do. Is it what they call emotion? If it is, then why do some people feel the same but act differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wanna be a psychiatrist. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Theres only so much i can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I leave it all in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im sticking to my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i'll be sure to stand by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That old me's dead and gone, but the new me's gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-6802046404248972963?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6802046404248972963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=6802046404248972963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6802046404248972963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6802046404248972963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/stuck-in-rut-fingers-crossed-behind-my.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Shi2MP1AigI/AAAAAAAABLA/l9anU0kfr7k/s72-c/AQ1I418CAIUNHW5CA6GM09QCA05EQ67CAKTSXC1CAH446PRCA05ZXZICASVJ363CAPVWSRFCAYBSEXACA4SCAAECAQYWB02CAIOIPUCCAVMW40ECA5UXIYSCAPEBO6VCA1P2W8XCAFFUKOQCA3T66WH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-1507711614069020950</id><published>2009-05-23T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:53:59.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShdiF8pfu9I/AAAAAAAABK4/XqWPggVTgbs/s1600-h/pod+classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338843737590053842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShdiF8pfu9I/AAAAAAAABK4/XqWPggVTgbs/s400/pod+classic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is so so so so so so what i want for my birthday! Living without music for the past few days have been horrible. :/&lt;br /&gt;Im not kidding! I dont really like bus rides anymore cause its so lonely, i dont like walking to school, i dont like taking the train.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like waiting for people, i dont like being alone, i dont like going home alone.&lt;br /&gt;And i cant get people to send me songs cause my F480 decided to screw me over too! ]:&lt;br /&gt;Now i cant listen to anything at all. Life's gotten a little stale without music. D: So i HAVE to thank Sherlyn for always lending me her iPod. [:&lt;br /&gt;If not even free periods would be hell. Haha, so thats how music has influenced my life..&lt;br /&gt;Its unbelievable how something so huge can be taken for granted, eh? It doesnt seem like much but it is.&lt;br /&gt;And i just learnt i am now owning two XL OBS shirts. When its s'posed to be M, LOL. Amazing how fat i am huh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay..so why am i blogging now? OH. Cause i wont be online tonight, most probably. Im a faithful blogger!&lt;br /&gt;Unlike all you little twirps who leave your blogs to the dust monsters! TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I want next saturday to come fast! No, im not celebrating my birthday. I just want my iPod! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i get it though. ): Its so expensive its like some stupid wish which will never come true.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I wanna bake a cake on my birthday! :D Maybe i will. Then at 12am (on Friday), i'll stick a candle and blow it out at home alone. :D&lt;br /&gt; Yea! Sounds like an awesome idea, okay i shall do just that. [: And maybe pop some liquor. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..Random thought. I think im very straightforward now. Okay, no not very. Just more straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;I say whatever im thinking.. Is that good or bad? And i can do heart-to-heart talks a little better.&lt;br /&gt;Is that good or bad? Sigh. Its nice to know im changing but i need to change more.. On the inside.&lt;br /&gt;Being a little more self-disciplined and self-confident and self-loving would help! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that he would look in the mirror some mornings and go "Im handsome, successful and (something else i forgot). And i remember saying..&lt;br /&gt;I go to the mirror every morning and say "Oh gosh, im so ugly, a failure and pathetic." Lol! Chills me to the bone y'know.&lt;br /&gt;People always say others look good cause of their personality and their inner beauty. I have none. ):&lt;br /&gt;And my mom smacked me hard on my back 5 times this morning. AT 6 FREAKING AM. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Okay random. Haha. Alright, i have to go soon. SO. Goodbye. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you feel your heart is gaurded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And you see the break has started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When the clouds have all departed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You'll be right here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When your tears are dry from crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When the world has turned silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When the clouds have all departed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You'll be right here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll be right here with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im sorry that i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1507711614069020950?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1507711614069020950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1507711614069020950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1507711614069020950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1507711614069020950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-so-so-so-so-so-so-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShdiF8pfu9I/AAAAAAAABK4/XqWPggVTgbs/s72-c/pod+classic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-8093456280020413750</id><published>2009-05-22T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:53:54.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sha6AOiHFAI/AAAAAAAABKw/eFtC8U1J9Sk/s1600-h/AC33XAQCA365ZHVCAIVXQA3CA1DEW12CAOQNX5GCA7DPHWOCAN043YTCADQDKT3CAVPT61KCAHG3TEOCA9CD6NQCAT3DOB4CA2Q41A5CARL8M1BCAAQ0GIGCANEBOSSCA56UKEGCABFDGN7CA9YPBN7+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338658921358234626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sha6AOiHFAI/AAAAAAAABKw/eFtC8U1J9Sk/s200/AC33XAQCA365ZHVCAIVXQA3CA1DEW12CAOQNX5GCA7DPHWOCAN043YTCADQDKT3CAVPT61KCAHG3TEOCA9CD6NQCAT3DOB4CA2Q41A5CARL8M1BCAAQ0GIGCANEBOSSCA56UKEGCABFDGN7CA9YPBN7+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Its been the longest winter without you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha so many song lyrics that totally describe how i feel, like An Jing - Jay Chou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The lyrics are soooo meaningful! Really. Despite his..raspy, sexy voice. (Not.) Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, caught Angels and Demons today. I felt like such a lightbulb. D: Im never going in 5's again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But all in all, it was a TERRIFIC movie. :D I cried at the last part. ): But its a weeettttleeee bit hard to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHA. But its totally awesome. And i wanna watch another movie. D: Been awhile since i caught some movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, been more than a month, before Angels and Demons, actually. Haha, shall not think about it! Nostalgic moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, i realize that many people do not understand whats love. They dont even know how it feels like to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And they claim to love someone. Its kinda meaningless, is it not? Sigh. Well anyway, i got back my F&amp;amp;N results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;SA1 Marks: 51. CA1 Marks: 70.3. SO HAPPY. I got second highest for my coursework. [: 13.5/20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After alllllll that stupid stupid coursework. Big relief, really. Hahahaha! Vulgarity is so overrated, HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well.. My dad allows me to go for.. Wait. Big news. SHALL NOT BE REVEALED. Til i feel like it. :D Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Erm. I actually have nothing to say. Haha.. Been feeling so burdened, so..heavy-hearted, of late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whats wrong with me? I should be sent to a psychiatrist. ]: Or just send me to Ryan Higa! :D TEEEHEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, i wanna give a HUGE thank you to Sherlyn. [: For biting my ear in school today. THANK YOU, HUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gosh. Haha. And a huge thank you to all those who have been with me through this period of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Without you guys, i dont think i'd be over it this quick. Im pretty shocked myself. Maybe divertion of focus. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But its way too fast! Its been ONLY A MONTH! Gosh. So so fast.. I think its just numbness. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant deny i love you still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But im pretty sure im over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont need you to survive anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have those beautiful memories to get me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wont miss you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You were my sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-8093456280020413750?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8093456280020413750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=8093456280020413750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8093456280020413750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8093456280020413750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-longest-winter-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sha6AOiHFAI/AAAAAAAABKw/eFtC8U1J9Sk/s72-c/AC33XAQCA365ZHVCAIVXQA3CA1DEW12CAOQNX5GCA7DPHWOCAN043YTCADQDKT3CAVPT61KCAHG3TEOCA9CD6NQCAT3DOB4CA2Q41A5CARL8M1BCAAQ0GIGCANEBOSSCA56UKEGCABFDGN7CA9YPBN7+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4634688803702379802</id><published>2009-05-21T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:00:06.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShVOZkZQmiI/AAAAAAAABKo/B-dVjEOkxTw/s1600-h/AW1NLF6CAZG9UI8CAUR9U0LCA7CCWQ1CA0ZUJ8LCA2O0DBHCAO0NPMDCAWDY9W5CAK42181CA8H5ZM3CAPKYVIHCA9DHR3WCABAQP6FCAZAOP38CAB829F7CAIADCMACAURP37ICATWE89KCA9QWPIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338259134490909218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShVOZkZQmiI/AAAAAAAABKo/B-dVjEOkxTw/s200/AW1NLF6CAZG9UI8CAUR9U0LCA7CCWQ1CA0ZUJ8LCA2O0DBHCAO0NPMDCAWDY9W5CAK42181CA8H5ZM3CAPKYVIHCA9DHR3WCABAQP6FCAZAOP38CAB829F7CAIADCMACAURP37ICATWE89KCA9QWPIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Since you've been gone, i can breathe for the first time.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im so moving on. HAHA. Yea i am, really. Oh my! Kara Dioguardi is singing! She so owning that other girl. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who is apparently standing on the American Idol stage in a freaking pink bikini! Ohmigosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;By the way, Kris Allen won the title. Im happy but sad. ]: Its okay! Im not American, TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well okay.. I want an iPod classic for my birthday. D: And i want those stupid Vans flats, screw. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well anyway, i want alot of things but im broke. So im considering a job. Any suggestions? [: Feel free to PM me! Or tag. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Erm. Swam today. [: Twas stupid and fun seeing a flopping hippo in the water! :D Now im super sleepy. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well. Talking about my day isnt much fun aye? I just wanna know. What if someone bottles up emotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What happens? Sigh. My heart is so heavy right now.. I dont know whats wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont miss him anymore. Just..happy that i had him once before. [: But somethings bugging me. Big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, to hell with it. Gotta suck it up, pansy. :D Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And if the day comes that i have to let you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think theres something i should probably let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Enjoyed everyday that i spent with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i wont miss you cause im happy that i had you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That day has come and im sticking to this song, but i promise to love you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4634688803702379802?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4634688803702379802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4634688803702379802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4634688803702379802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4634688803702379802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-youve-been-gone-i-can-breathe-for.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShVOZkZQmiI/AAAAAAAABKo/B-dVjEOkxTw/s72-c/AW1NLF6CAZG9UI8CAUR9U0LCA7CCWQ1CA0ZUJ8LCA2O0DBHCAO0NPMDCAWDY9W5CAK42181CA8H5ZM3CAPKYVIHCA9DHR3WCABAQP6FCAZAOP38CAB829F7CAIADCMACAURP37ICATWE89KCA9QWPIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-5466633683019616201</id><published>2009-05-20T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:05:33.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShQNtezn75I/AAAAAAAABKg/Dbv41FQttEo/s1600-h/Suicidecrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337906533355745170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShQNtezn75I/AAAAAAAABKg/Dbv41FQttEo/s200/Suicidecrush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jokes on me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You make me happy, when skies are gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You'll never know how, how much i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Please dont take my sunshine away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You've forgotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;About us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its okay. At least i had you before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-5466633683019616201?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5466633683019616201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=5466633683019616201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5466633683019616201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5466633683019616201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/jokes-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShQNtezn75I/AAAAAAAABKg/Dbv41FQttEo/s72-c/Suicidecrush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-8542928692563191829</id><published>2009-05-20T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:25:48.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShP0p-wg3yI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FINQUOmXP9o/s1600-h/AH03GI8CAY7A5OECAI1MGZFCA8SNL1ECAK9ZAZLCA2RX01RCAZR5FSRCA9T3EIJCAAASYWQCA2G9NF2CAF9KI42CA6XTHSHCAVNSPUCCAEJUEKICACGUJAGCAWHP5WDCAN48RTICA8OG8UICAM0H0UN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337878985422462754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShP0p-wg3yI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FINQUOmXP9o/s320/AH03GI8CAY7A5OECAI1MGZFCA8SNL1ECAK9ZAZLCA2RX01RCAZR5FSRCA9T3EIJCAAASYWQCA2G9NF2CAF9KI42CA6XTHSHCAVNSPUCCAEJUEKICACGUJAGCAWHP5WDCAN48RTICA8OG8UICAM0H0UN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lifes like a amusement park.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gosh, im so sick of falling into traps. Of being played by life, being tricked by feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, crashed Sherlyn's house today with Joyce after lunch with SaraBrendaGillianSharmeel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We watched stupid videos on Youtube. And i shall not say what else we did, TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im currently in love with the hot and amusing Ryan Higa aka Nigahiga. He's so hot! And adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, after that, Joyce walked me off to CatHigh and i found out i lost my earpiece. No details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So..i reached Sembawang and sat at a bench waiting for my daddy. I think my facade crashed and burned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've been so joyful and cheery for the past few weeks, so..nonchalant, so happy-go-lucky like i really dont give no shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea, and its been feeling so empty inside of me. Its not the..I need something kinda empty. But its the..numb kinda empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant feel anything anymore. Until today. Its like all the pain just rushed back and hit me like a speeding truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, it just pricks. Then tomorrow im gonna be numb and empty again. Its so..fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And a little too fast. Maybe because of the divertions in my focus points. Whatever, i dont wanna think shit now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think im a i-think-i-know-it-all and conceited bitch in reality. I think im damn insensitive and a horrible friend in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its time to change. Time to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have only myself to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For all the mishaps in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have only myself to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've been played by life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Trapped by love, tricked by virtuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Trusted too much, loved too much, was too nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bitched too much, faked too much, hated too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have only myself to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Except for others immaturity, [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-8542928692563191829?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8542928692563191829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=8542928692563191829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8542928692563191829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8542928692563191829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-like-amusement-park.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShP0p-wg3yI/AAAAAAAABKQ/FINQUOmXP9o/s72-c/AH03GI8CAY7A5OECAI1MGZFCA8SNL1ECAK9ZAZLCA2RX01RCAZR5FSRCA9T3EIJCAAASYWQCA2G9NF2CAF9KI42CA6XTHSHCAVNSPUCCAEJUEKICACGUJAGCAWHP5WDCAN48RTICA8OG8UICAM0H0UN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4538595562519760438</id><published>2009-05-19T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:02:23.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShKtszl9rSI/AAAAAAAABKI/bmwn3V5Ziec/s1600-h/A6AXYPLCASID9K1CAALWLBVCA340A2GCAYJH8QZCARQ7T6OCA4EOU8CCAYRXEOUCA0VZTMHCAC3EF9JCA9JCV74CAX1T4VYCA2NTV2JCATBMG65CABYOEC3CA00N2D1CAA4MXV7CA421FS0CARVPPHC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337519493662747938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShKtszl9rSI/AAAAAAAABKI/bmwn3V5Ziec/s320/A6AXYPLCASID9K1CAALWLBVCA340A2GCAYJH8QZCARQ7T6OCA4EOU8CCAYRXEOUCA0VZTMHCAC3EF9JCA9JCV74CAX1T4VYCA2NTV2JCATBMG65CABYOEC3CA00N2D1CAA4MXV7CA421FS0CARVPPHC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Get me out of this empty apartment.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel so contradictory to my very previous post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now, i am apparently crying and thinking alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am confused and at a complete loss of what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lose another friend? I actually think thats the only way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dont wanna affect or disturb a sleeping child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exactly how i dont wanna stir your life, sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're everything i need right now, but everything i cant have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4538595562519760438?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4538595562519760438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4538595562519760438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4538595562519760438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4538595562519760438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-me-out-of-this-empty-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShKtszl9rSI/AAAAAAAABKI/bmwn3V5Ziec/s72-c/A6AXYPLCASID9K1CAALWLBVCA340A2GCAYJH8QZCARQ7T6OCA4EOU8CCAYRXEOUCA0VZTMHCAC3EF9JCA9JCV74CAX1T4VYCA2NTV2JCATBMG65CABYOEC3CA00N2D1CAA4MXV7CA421FS0CARVPPHC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4539778613605271228</id><published>2009-05-19T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:20:10.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShKgupb4bWI/AAAAAAAABKA/TFm-liNwsPw/s1600-h/AQP4YGWCAKWL7CKCA824TN8CAF9A2SDCAOTR1ZVCAL6SR4KCAJ5ORHLCAARQ40KCA8ZIK91CA1CQXM8CA9CSLVJCAYP4DDHCAJIAU9QCAYYIF4GCA7S9Z4VCAXUOUA1CAZPW859CA183P5RCA9074ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337505231644683618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShKgupb4bWI/AAAAAAAABKA/TFm-liNwsPw/s320/AQP4YGWCAKWL7CKCA824TN8CAF9A2SDCAOTR1ZVCAL6SR4KCAJ5ORHLCAARQ40KCA8ZIK91CA1CQXM8CA9CSLVJCAYP4DDHCAJIAU9QCAYYIF4GCA7S9Z4VCAXUOUA1CAZPW859CA183P5RCA9074ZQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haha. Im feeling so good right now, [: My shampoo smells so awesome. :D Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alright. I've been feeling pretty over the top recently. :D And i love my braids! Makes me feel gooooood, HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now im considering perming my hair, hahahah! I sound so..bimboish and all that shit. Okay! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont know if i should, maybe im just a tad too young? [: We'll see. Um.. I've nothing much to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its been very very good for me recently. But exams being over, life's super boring, 'cept those party days. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So for the sake of..being lame and extremely bored, having nothing to blog about. I'll tell you my results. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its only based on the exam marks, not the final score for my past five months. :D Im..content? Yea, i guess you could say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;English: 58. { 23/30 Composition. 19/30 Situational writing. 23/50 Paper two, comprehension+summary+vocab.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The bad/good thing is, no one in 3e5 passed papertwo, can you believe it? Shocking, right? I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chinese: 45. No surprise there! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Math: Erm. I dont think i'll write it here. If you feel an urge to know, ask me personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Combined sciences: 49. { Biology: 16.5/50. Chemistry: 32.5/50. }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Combined humans: I dont even remember. Thats how unimportant it is. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Principles of Accounts: 55.5. { Paperone: 24/40. Papertwo: 31.5/60. }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am utterly in shock that i passed my Accounts. Utterly. Shocked. Well, i've improved in some subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My effort paid off and im very sure others did as well. However you did for your Midyears, everyone, its okay. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know its tough to accept results that arent what you want, but you need to figure out why. Then, work on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everyone gets bad results. Well, normal people anyway. And you dont need to feel upset about it, remember it, and try harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;C'mon, if you get higher than me for Math, you're not that bad eh. [: Kay, i'll just expose my darl' marks. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I got 5/100 for Math. Yes, you saw correctly. 5/100. Lowest in the whole sec3. [: No surprise there either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yup, so thats about it. :D I think.. Life's not so much of a bitch recently. Cant wait for the holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The clique's gonna have so much fun together, im gonna meet the girls in the holidays for once! :D Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I never thought i'd be in love like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When i look at you, my mind goes on a trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then you came in and knocked me on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Feels like im in a race, but i've already won first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just get back up when it knocks you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4539778613605271228?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4539778613605271228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4539778613605271228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4539778613605271228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4539778613605271228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShKgupb4bWI/AAAAAAAABKA/TFm-liNwsPw/s72-c/AQP4YGWCAKWL7CKCA824TN8CAF9A2SDCAOTR1ZVCAL6SR4KCAJ5ORHLCAARQ40KCA8ZIK91CA1CQXM8CA9CSLVJCAYP4DDHCAJIAU9QCAYYIF4GCA7S9Z4VCAXUOUA1CAZPW859CA183P5RCA9074ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-8007138732565228130</id><published>2009-05-18T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:07:55.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think im nuts, going bananas! HAHAHAHA. Im super hyper right now! Maybe its the Henessey, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ehhhhhhhhhh! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh screw. HAHAHAHAHA. This is stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wanna laugh. HAHAHAHAHA. Sherlyn is an airhead who doesnt know how to change a lightbulb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;TEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I think im so adorable! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;YOU ALL SHOULD READ THIS POST! HAAAAAAAAAAA, THIS IS SO FREAKING FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHAHAA. Blame it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol! Teeeheeee! Nigahiga is so handsome! Hahahahahahhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And.. O M G. YOU CANT SEE ME! You know why? Teeeheeeeeee. IM A NINJA, NIN-NIN-JA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;TEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA, IM 15 GOING ON 50. WEEEEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TEEEHEEEEEEEEEE. YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NUTTTTY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-8007138732565228130?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8007138732565228130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=8007138732565228130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8007138732565228130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8007138732565228130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-im-nuts-going-bananas-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-3503656854444541586</id><published>2009-05-18T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:37:17.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A picture paints a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFSEls_WMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/0qkZHSzlQnk/s1600-h/DSC02174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337137272204515522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFSEls_WMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/0qkZHSzlQnk/s400/DSC02174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A jump shot, which kinda scares me due to the contrast effects. But its awesome, right? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The rest of the pictures are from Zhixin's sixteenth birthday at Lakeshore Condominium. ITS PRETTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFSEmcX2LI/AAAAAAAABJo/E-IgxnIWq2A/s1600-h/Photo0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337137272403253426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFSEmcX2LI/AAAAAAAABJo/E-IgxnIWq2A/s400/Photo0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A bridge along the pool area, [: Its so pretty right! Just ignore me on the bridge there. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRz4oJkjI/AAAAAAAABJg/exATuT7-zls/s1600-h/DSC00405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337136985226711602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRz4oJkjI/AAAAAAAABJg/exATuT7-zls/s400/DSC00405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yours truly ( looking very stupid ) and Emyi, the half-thai sweetie. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRzuWAVxI/AAAAAAAABJY/qvP4MOippfM/s1600-h/DSC00222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337136982466254610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRzuWAVxI/AAAAAAAABJY/qvP4MOippfM/s400/DSC00222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Again me looking stupid, and very tall next to Binhui, AHAHAHAHAHA. :D She's so adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRzYctdNI/AAAAAAAABJQ/X6FttDvXEpI/s1600-h/DSC00214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337136976588797138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRzYctdNI/AAAAAAAABJQ/X6FttDvXEpI/s400/DSC00214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Look at that extremely beautiful lady next to me, i look like a troll next to her! Gosh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRzXerASI/AAAAAAAABJI/gOLN_XzskZs/s1600-h/DSC00199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337136976328589602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRzXerASI/AAAAAAAABJI/gOLN_XzskZs/s400/DSC00199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haha its just a girl thing to camwhore, no worries. (: NO COMMENTS ON THE HEADBAND PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRzHcXJoI/AAAAAAAABJA/UKeTCWgihFM/s1600-h/01Wedding+picture+much"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337136972023932546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFRzHcXJoI/AAAAAAAABJA/UKeTCWgihFM/s400/01Wedding+picture+much" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The last picture looks SO MUCH like a wedding dinner picture. Haha, thats me &amp;amp; Sherlyn last week at PizzaHut. [:&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so chilled at Lyn's today. Erm, shall not tell you people what i did, pointless crap eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;Well. I think my look has changed alot. Thats what i think anyway. The fringe is GONE! For good, most likely.&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that when you're confident of what you're wearing, what you're doing, you actually are a very different person.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed alot on the inside, and changing more and more on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;The only same thing about me? I still want to die my hair blue! Haha, as weird as ever eh.&lt;br /&gt;Over the months, i've learnt to be stronger. Learnt more about alot of things and learnt to be cautious.&lt;br /&gt;But i really do wonder, how'd people survive Planet Earth? Its such a horrible place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, well whatever. I told Jieyun today: He's from Mars and im from Pluto. Even further than Venus!&lt;br /&gt;But..two people of way different characters and personalities can have many similarities as well. And also learn alot from each other.&lt;br /&gt;IF the party is willing to. :D Well, theres no explanation for many things in life..There is, but you might never know.&lt;br /&gt;What i learnt? Just say whatever and not care. Yea, there is a reason for everything. But y'know..Why find out?&lt;br /&gt;Believe in what you want to believe in and have faith in it. End times are coming, haha. I dont know what to say. No comments. [:&lt;br /&gt;Just..whatever. [:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My confidence level is so weird! Okay, whatever.[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ahead, just leave, cant hold you, you're free.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you your dreams, cause you meant the world.&lt;br /&gt;So did i deserve to be left hurt here?&lt;br /&gt;What did i do but give love to you?&lt;br /&gt;Im just confused as i stand here and look at you.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up, im taking back my love. I've given you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Im taking back my love.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3503656854444541586?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3503656854444541586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3503656854444541586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3503656854444541586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3503656854444541586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ShFSEls_WMI/AAAAAAAABJ4/0qkZHSzlQnk/s72-c/DSC02174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-5208210535948079416</id><published>2009-05-16T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:15:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sg4dBCG419I/AAAAAAAABI4/DHdmh5yMUHI/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336234512063453138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sg4dBCG419I/AAAAAAAABI4/DHdmh5yMUHI/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;BLESSED BIRTHDAY WISHES TO ZHIXIN &amp;amp; DAVID!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha. Its been 4days since my last post and today is the birthday of my two friends. :D Both are good looking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, but the pictures are..So understated! David's was taken like, two years ago? HAHA! But i find it really cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And Zhixin's was taken from her blog ( my bad! i dont have any pictures of her. ]: ) Yeaaa! But they're two amazing people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER! And we've gotten back a few results, so we'll start of with all that i know for today. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chemistry: 32.5/50! SCREAM, HONEY! :D Im soo extremely psyched about this! It might not seem that good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But to me, its just..amazing. Well, its not THAT good, but its THIS good. :D You see, effort pays off. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im so utterly shocked with this result, but..you know, i think i might make this year's school fees worth after all. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chinese: 45/100. Haha, who cares about chinese anyway? NOT ME! :D Yea, so thats all i know. :l Pathetic? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think NOT. Haha okay, im hyper and all alone, how odd. Alright, i had a sweeeeet dream yesterday night. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dreamt i did exceptionally, like seriously EXCEPTIONALLY, well for English and F&amp;amp;N. So much so that my teacher said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Suwanie, you dont have to listen to class anymore. You've done very well this term, congratulations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yes, thats what Ms Ang Hui Leng said in my dreams, hahaha. And Ms Aljunied just kept smiling. GOSHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wish that was real, but my F&amp;amp;N paper was abit of a screw up, so i'll just dream on. [: Haha, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After our papers officially ended, we crashed Sharmeel's crib, which was really cosy and pretty and really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yesterday, i went shopping in town with Jieyun &amp;amp; Binhui. [: I got a few stuffs at high prices. D: Its alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I quite like the stuff i got. :D Although its just two shirts and one pair of heels. :/ But its cool! Since im planning to work in the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And for todayyyyy, its Zhixin's sweet 16 celebration and thus, off to Lakeside in the evening for her partaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Before that im just gonna be spotted at AMK Hub and J8. [: Gonna be seeing the bitch who scratched me for the first time on a Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hahahaha, yes seriously. I've never gone out with Sherlyn Leong on a Saturday. Alright, so thats about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i've been thinking.. What does it mean to let go of someone? How do you stop loving someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You know..i cant pretend that i dont love him anymore. Its this horrible facade i hate so very much.. And..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even though i dont think he cares anymore, its still the same. I keep waiting.. Waiting for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Many times in life, i find myself waiting for something. Is there more to life than waiting? People wait for so many things on Earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Waiting for job approvals, for their payday, for their true love, for their true friends, for their examination results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All that stuff. And in the process of waiting, they just keep themselves busy with the things they already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And in that process, they meet people.. And they change. And what they originally were waiting for. Changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They mature and change in the process of waiting. And what they originally wanted, that previous ideal idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Isnt that ideal anymore. I've really changed alot, in a good way i guess. But.. What am i waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Two weeks more to being 15. That means i've been here for 15years. I think thats enough of a life.. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im not being negative and coming up with the all..I wanna die young shit. But.. 15 years. Thats alot to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Will i live through another 15 years? And then another 15? And another 15? How do people even live that long?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe i'll just migrate to LA after my tertiary education and die at 30. [: Thats another 15 years to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh. So many times i wish i had a reliable, strong and everlasting shoulder to lean on and cry on and sleep on. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Too bad. I dont. Im just glad i have that pair of huge arms embracing me.. i hope that i'll always remember Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh.. Feeling so melancholic.. I miss.. everything about the past 3-4 months.. Hurts alot. What to do what to do. ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Is it time to give up yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're not here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So wheres my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh i forgot, you threw it at your feet and it broke.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-5208210535948079416?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5208210535948079416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=5208210535948079416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5208210535948079416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5208210535948079416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessed-birthday-wishes-to-zhixin-david.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sg4dBCG419I/AAAAAAAABI4/DHdmh5yMUHI/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-2012605623021016086</id><published>2009-05-12T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:32:25.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SglomqVompI/AAAAAAAABIw/c0FODlUlZL8/s1600-h/DSC02126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334910247006411410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SglomqVompI/AAAAAAAABIw/c0FODlUlZL8/s200/DSC02126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Isnt that picture just so rad?! Haha, that was so bimbotic. But i do like this picture. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And my picnik isnt working, so i couldnt add a border to the picture, so sad. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And thus i wont upload any picture first, but me and Qiyin actually went to Cathay and camwhored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At the kids play section. Where the playground is tiny. And i climbed in and out of little holes everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Like under the playground. Haha. And the playground is shorter than me, by the way. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So you can imagine. [: Pictures will be up pretty soon, when my picnik decides to love me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And as for today, wanted to study at the school library with Sherlyn, but failed horribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ended up talking shit. Hahahaha! And also of course, sharing some weird experiences.. Which brought back memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And also the getting angry with my samsung phone, CAUSE IT BROKE DONE. The memory card got virus-ed. ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, i cant listen to music. How awfully irritating. On a lighter note, or not. I went for a workout session at 3pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It might sound crazy due to the hot, burning sun.. But it was pretty fun actually! And yes, i went alone and it was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I ran with the sun beating on my arms and all. It felt really really good! From absorbing the Vit.D and the perspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even the side stitch felt sweeeeeeeet. But yea, it was tiring. And i was the only idiot who ran at 3 in the afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You guys should try it! The Vit.D really increases your memory space, haha. I came back and studied Biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was a fruitful day, [: It took my mind off alot of things and just gave me a rush of adrenaline. Twas cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I also learnt something today, which i forgot. HAHA. My bad. And, i wanna listen to some sound advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not that the advice people have been giving me isnt sound! But its so..cliche and heard before and I KNOW I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh. I should just really really get my mind off this stuff. Its like a drug or something, gosh. I should run more! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh and a really retarded ant bit me. And i bled. Crazy ant. Has the teeth of a bulldog! Im not kidding, i bled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha! I have a new conviction! Its to lose fats! Cant believe im so fat lah. ]: Its so depressing to see my fats everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just wobbling there. Omgggggggggggggggggggggggg. I sound so bimbotic! Haha. Its okay, excercise will help me slim down! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its healthy and gives a sexy glow! Hahahahaha, im watching people cry on television! So amusinggggggggg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh i also learnt many things about myself late. I really wanna impress people, im a lil masochistic and im easily distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Also that because of many things i've said and not said, done and not done, i live in regret. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh i remember what i learnt today! Fear stops you from achieving. Ya, i know! You've heard it before, shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha. But i'm afraid of so many things..Im afraid of the dark, im claustrophobic, i dare not be alone in small spaces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dare not walk home alone at night.. Im afraid of trees at night.. Afraid of sleeping alone, being at home alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Afraid of heights, of most animals. Afraid of supernatural stuff, VERY VERY AFRAID. Afraid to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Afraid to speak. Afraid to lose people. Afraid of disappointment. Afraid to fail. Afraid of insects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its like.. everythingaphobia! Except that i love water, thats an exception. Im even afraid of going to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not because i'd drop in the toilet bowl! Its just creepy. Oh, and i exceptionally dislike watching horror movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dislike and am afraid of. SEE! Theres that word again. All these fears are ruining me. Screw it man, screw. it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lost and insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've lost track of what im doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Trekking on danger zones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've lost sight of where im going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lost all of my sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im just a lil bit caught in the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe someday, i'll get myself out of this pity party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, i just wish i had you, A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-2012605623021016086?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2012605623021016086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=2012605623021016086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2012605623021016086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2012605623021016086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/isnt-that-picture-just-so-rad-haha-that.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SglomqVompI/AAAAAAAABIw/c0FODlUlZL8/s72-c/DSC02126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-1715209774555190996</id><published>2009-05-11T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:10:16.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Was archiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And i came upon some of my most sentimental, emotional posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And i think.. It is true. Dawn Suwanie's gone. Both Dawn and Suwanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What happened on the 21 of April and what is happening between me and him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its way too much for me to take. I feel so STUPID, so hurt, so broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will never be okay again. Thank you, cold hard reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I love you, very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You were the first i said it to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now that you've had the best of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're still shattering the pieces of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What can i do to please you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I cannot take this pain, it hurts way to much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dont deserve this shit from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You have no freaking idea how much i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're an ass. A huge ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1715209774555190996?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1715209774555190996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1715209774555190996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1715209774555190996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1715209774555190996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-archiving.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-1851078043077179048</id><published>2009-05-11T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:20:14.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SggjPSwnu2I/AAAAAAAABIo/Chupgoyk8L8/s1600-h/AKZ3SQ7CAKAT42VCARIYK07CAOEZXKUCAPLOUDMCAC8DMLZCA5K0LBMCAX3XW9BCALW082DCAR8ALHMCAK0DZW0CAPMOG03CA3ATSL5CAWJMC7YCA3Q0UYRCAAO3FORCAZ06EJRCAZTFZW1CA8VAJTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334552504261131106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SggjPSwnu2I/AAAAAAAABIo/Chupgoyk8L8/s320/AKZ3SQ7CAKAT42VCARIYK07CAOEZXKUCAPLOUDMCAC8DMLZCA5K0LBMCAX3XW9BCALW082DCAR8ALHMCAK0DZW0CAPMOG03CA3ATSL5CAWJMC7YCA3Q0UYRCAAO3FORCAZ06EJRCAZTFZW1CA8VAJTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want a happy family. D: I know i sound crazy, haha. But i was at NewYorkNewYork,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;on Mothers Day, and i saw a few families.. And they were just so happy together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Made me green with envy and bright green with jealousy, really. Haha, and when i say happy family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I mean my own happy family, when im all grown up and all. I wanna grow old with someone i love. ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sounds like such a impossible thing, just looking at my parents failed marriege,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My sisters failed 4year relationship, and my own stories of failed relationships. Is it a family trait or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If it is, i'll go become a nun or something. Or maybe i'll just ask a doctor or something to remove my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh, i feel so pathetic and desperate right now. Who knows if he's found someone new and here i am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Moaning, grouching and mourning. Whats funny is i've been wearing a way too much of black recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe it's the funeral of my heart, haha. Sometimes, i think im just gullible naive silly foolish and a great toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Or im just ill-fated in the aspect of love. What kind of shit! Theres such a thing as ill-fated in love, how spastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well whatever. Just make me a wealthy, successful woman with great friends and the ability to buy everything i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe then it'll cover up the need for a man, wait its a boy, a boy in my life. Ah yes, maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cant hurt to fantasize about becoming as filthy rich as Kimora Lee Simmons right? Worlds largest LV collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ahhhh, the luxury. A bathroom bigger than a St Louis apartment, a closet the size of a living room filled with Christian Dior, Versace, Marc Jacobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A shoe closet from the ceilings to the floors, from wall to wall, filled with Jimmy Choos and Miumiu's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea, thats the life. THAT I WILL NEVER GET! Hahahahaha. Alright, so have been spending the long weekend with AQY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She has completely embarrassed me enough to last a lifetime! Haha. IN TOWN. Haha. Okay.. Every minute was well spent, [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In monetary terms as well! Gosh. Back to my fantasy of being extreme cash-overflow please! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea, so thats about it. Shopping and just walking around. And a horrible nightmare and overwhelming heart squeezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're like a creepy tune stuck in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're torturing me with your silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My heart is oozing ounces of blood each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When will be the day i bleed to death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1851078043077179048?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1851078043077179048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1851078043077179048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1851078043077179048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1851078043077179048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-happy-family.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SggjPSwnu2I/AAAAAAAABIo/Chupgoyk8L8/s72-c/AKZ3SQ7CAKAT42VCARIYK07CAOEZXKUCAPLOUDMCAC8DMLZCA5K0LBMCAX3XW9BCALW082DCAR8ALHMCAK0DZW0CAPMOG03CA3ATSL5CAWJMC7YCA3Q0UYRCAAO3FORCAZ06EJRCAZTFZW1CA8VAJTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-5080877100143283969</id><published>2009-05-09T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:50:08.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SgUCr-6i2II/AAAAAAAABIg/QwBmkSv_kO8/s1600-h/1_861392729l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333672288336402562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SgUCr-6i2II/AAAAAAAABIg/QwBmkSv_kO8/s200/1_861392729l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes in life, you just dont get what you want. Does anyone know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Is there something better? So much so that you dont see it but a Higher Being does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yesterday, Phyllis asked this question: Have you ever really trusted God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Recently, i've been feeling so doubtful of many things. And i really wonder, whats beyond our dimension?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Going to school everyday, going out and seeing everyone out there.. Its hard to remember reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People seem so chilled and their faces show no emotion, even if they're rushing for time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But you dont see their thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everyone has problems, some worse than others but still problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And, problems cannot be compared with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People do things differently, handle things differently, think differently, react differently, feel differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;By saying: my problems are worse than yours, you're simply judging matters from the surface and its not just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Two problems can be worlds apart, but the way each person reacts to it defines the degree of pain and hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The person with the seemingly simpler problem may be feeling worse off then the one with the seemingly tougher one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thinking too much makes my heart hurt ]: Anyway, homosapiens shouldnt think so much. Although the number of thoughts in your whole life is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;7 trillion approximately. See! People think too much. And it just compliacates things. And makes your insides hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Really starting to detest that stomach flipping, heart sinking, mind blowing feeling. Makes me wanna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Skipskipskipskipskip. Oh and can anyone answer 'Whats a crush?' Is it just a fondness for someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What if you see someone and you get all excited and fluttery? No, not blushing. Humans are really weird! Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Theres love, puppy love, crushes, fondness, admiration, true love, lust and all that other crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why create so many things out of one simple situation? In the olden times, it was just marriage or courtship out of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No wait, even then they had such stuff as eloping and all that. But it was still out of only one thing, called love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nowadays, people just make it so complicated. If you love someone, then you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you dont, then you dont. Why make such a big fuss out of it? If you love someone, you can withstand all tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you dont, something small can just break that love. Is it that hard? Gosh. Its a freaking four letter word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Which causes hearts to break all over the world. Sigh. It always feels nice to be in love and to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Or does it? *Raises eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, Admiral Bar last night and before that, i sold my PSP at Toapayoh for 200Yusofs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Damn, my heart broke seeing my BEAUTIFUL Lavender Purple scratchless PSP being sold like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wish Bill Gates was my dad, then i wouldnt have had to do that. ]: Hey, a girl can dream right. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, before that, it was the typical Cartel thing with some hooligans ;x namely, Joseph, Kwan, Lyn, Joyce &amp;amp; Weijian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then we headed to Sherlyn's house and Joseph did a REALLY STUPID THING with his tiny crumpler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was a good joke and pretty embarrassing. For Sherlyn, HAHA. The video should be on Joyce's blog soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, it was OBSCENE. Gosh. And Weijian has a really cute laughter! Hahahaha. Yea, and all the typical pillow fights at her crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So that was that. And! Bourbon+Lime juice is bliss! Its awesome! I think im in love with lime juice.. *scrunches face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh, its been long since i've been to Vivo. I wanna go. D: I wanna go with someone.. Like you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, im being absolutely random here. And i gotta go and get my mother a present! For the very first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im serious, i've never bought her a motherday present before. And i dont want to. But im a nice kid. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alright, im off. With the crazybeetch who's still playing with her retarded honeylemon water bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you forget that i was even alive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Did you forget everything we ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Did you forget, did you forget about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Did you regret ever standing by my side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Did you forget what we were feeling inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now im left to forget about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But somewhere we went wrong, we were once so strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Our love is like a song, you cant forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So now i guess, this is where we have to stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Did you regret ever holding my hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We had it all, we were just about to fall even more in love than we were before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Somewhere we went wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Our love is like a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But you wont sing along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You've forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;About us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;I know its cheesy to use songs, but 1. I love this song. 2. Its exactly how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;/Edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot believe Allison Iraheta was elimated from the finals of American Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But she'll surely have recording companies just waiting for her in lines all the way to Pluto. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-5080877100143283969?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5080877100143283969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=5080877100143283969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5080877100143283969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5080877100143283969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-in-life-you-just-dont-get.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SgUCr-6i2II/AAAAAAAABIg/QwBmkSv_kO8/s72-c/1_861392729l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-555073823427563385</id><published>2009-05-07T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:50:47.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SgLHhRLvwxI/AAAAAAAABIQ/svSsyLlx0a4/s1600-h/Agnes+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333044283122369298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SgLHhRLvwxI/AAAAAAAABIQ/svSsyLlx0a4/s320/Agnes+B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You know what. I absolutely hate little girls. No, not those cute little girls with two ponytails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Those sec ones, ESPECIALLY, who think they're all that. Those little girls who are in fact, complete losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Before i get too agitated, i should stop here. I dont wanna say anything about those littlegirls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Until something is settled, i will hold my tongue and let them think their faux little thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then, i will bombard them with words they've never heard in their short lives and insult the shit out of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Putting that aside, my Chemistry paper was a piece of cake today except for certain questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My POA paper was..about three cakes today, haha. But staying back yesterday paid off a great lot so im content with my paper. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Math paper1 yesterday can be thrown in the incinerator, Social studies was a a breeze, a complete breeze, (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea, whatever and whatever and whatever. So my Midyears are coming to an end in 7 more days, cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Though i do hope that my mugging this year, FOR THE FIRST TIME, is paying off. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This exam period is really really bad though.. With the lame little girl and her big girl friend. And the breakup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its rough, really really rough. And i've really really really changed. It might not seem obvious, at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But inside, i know i've changed. Somehow, the things i dare to say now are things i would've never dared to say before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i guess, in some ways, i am a little more self-confident, i love myself a little more. Guess.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He really taught me alot. Sigh, its hard to lose a boyfriend, even harder to lose a friend. Gonna have to pull through this alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Rough patches are inevitable and how some people get through it unharmed, im utterly amazed, really truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha. For once, im at a loss for words.. Im just really sick and tired of being a student in Singapore, dumb MOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its not like we dont have enough life crisis and all this swine flu to 'worry' about! We still have to cram our brains with things we'll never use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No doubt the education in Singapore is one of the best but that doesnt mean that we should be thrown all types of crazy subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I shouldnt be complaining, being in the class with the simplest combination but still, we're all students right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh. At least we still have teachers that care &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i mean you Mr Oh :D &lt;/span&gt;, [: And a school with horrible junoirs, ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im just a missing you a little more everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its hard to wake up and know you're not my friend anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its tough living with those lovely memories of you and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And i know i have to give up waiting someday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But that someday just isnt today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No more Miss Desperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-555073823427563385?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/555073823427563385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=555073823427563385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/555073823427563385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/555073823427563385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SgLHhRLvwxI/AAAAAAAABIQ/svSsyLlx0a4/s72-c/Agnes+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4333564130311875044</id><published>2009-05-04T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:36:03.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I swear i have swine flu; im feeling general discomfort, having cough, ramdom headaches, feeling weak and chilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Symptoms: Fever, weakness, coughing, general discomfort, chills, sore throat, headaches and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Just kill me, swineflu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4333564130311875044?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4333564130311875044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4333564130311875044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4333564130311875044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4333564130311875044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-swear-i-have-swine-flu-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-1973572981948772095</id><published>2009-05-04T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:19:40.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sf7m4SN1qLI/AAAAAAAABII/2HQRRa5dYKI/s1600-h/Fall..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331952863490189490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sf7m4SN1qLI/AAAAAAAABII/2HQRRa5dYKI/s200/Fall..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Its suicide.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think i have stomachflu, or maybe its swineflu. Who gives a flying shit anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im feeling at my lowest points now.. And apparently, those ahlians are making it worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I shall not dwell on lame little girls who dont wanna grow up. As Qiyin might say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aku takbuleh tahan kau. And its not my business, i shant be a nosey parker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think this post is likely to be irrelevant to anyone and everyone out there but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dawn would just like to.. redeem her heart. Oh, whats worse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wanting to cry and not being able to.. or being numb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Would someone just give me some pill or poison of some sort which would kill me immediately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That would numb the pain. Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i would love for that to happen. I dont wanna die at 29 anymore. I wanna die now. Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont care if i never turn 16, if i never turn 18, if i never turn 21. I dont care if im still young, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;if i still have a forest of trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Which i probably dont, looking at my qualities and stuff. Or maybe at the people of today, who have no heart minds souls and brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just give me some pill or something. Or shoot me with a gun. Or stab a knife through me. Or maybe even a hit and run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont know why it hurts so exceptionally much today, and whats worse the constant puking feeling and the fact that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I couldnt talk about it. Cause when the world's having their own problems, whats yours to them? Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And anyway, i promised i wouldnt complain anymore. But im not okay. I seem okay, joking and being silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;C'mon. You think im okay? Its like a plastered smile, and you're telling me im okay? Or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You guys tell me he's a jerk, not worth it, he wasnt serious whatever whatever whatever. Hey guys, im not trying to be mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But he was serious, he's not a jerk, and he is worth it. I know i sound like a fool, to get hurt like this and defend him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But screw it. I AM A FOOL. So whatever. Just.. at this point of time i wish i knew what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This breakup was so..sudden, so shocking and so painful. And he is so..irreplaceble. You know how you only find one tree that you like in a forest sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea. Thats how i feel. And i truly felt this way. And thinking of all the words &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, my dear boy, &lt;/em&gt;said when we were together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It all seems like just..words now. Have you found someone else to love? To say 'i love you' to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Have you found someone else to watch movies with and to hold? Have you found someone else to walk you home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Plus, everyone's finding their love. Whereas me? Losing mine. Why does this keep happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Over and over and over again. Maybe its the fate of my family. My parents soon-to-be divorced, my sister breaking up with her 3year boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And me? Fated to be just like them. No doubt it runs in the hereditary line or some shit like that. Maybe im just thinking crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whatever. Im moodless. All i want to do now is cry. Oh wait. I cant. How incredibly wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just.. Take it back. Your words.. Your promises.. Your love. Take it all back. Just take it all back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You have no idea how much i love you. You have no freaking idea. You have no idea how much you've hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You have no freaking idea.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And if you have to leave, i wish that you would just leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your presence still lingers here, and it wont leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;These wounds wont seem to heal, this pain is just too real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Theres just to much that time cannot erase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You used to captivate me by your resonating light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, im bounded by the life you've left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams, your voice it chased away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All the sanity in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But though you're still with me, i've been alone all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You've abandoned me with a broken heart left bleeding and dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dearest you, were the words you said just..words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1973572981948772095?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1973572981948772095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1973572981948772095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1973572981948772095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1973572981948772095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-suicide.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sf7m4SN1qLI/AAAAAAAABII/2HQRRa5dYKI/s72-c/Fall..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-3605816151353772489</id><published>2009-05-03T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:13:19.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sf0R9OGsqCI/AAAAAAAABH4/HCdQyadmico/s1600-h/AMDV80FCAMK8YPYCAU27DF6CAJUXLAJCAY86J24CA1JV6HYCA1PR9QDCA0PU0JFCAHE2ASSCAL3O01DCAOCLS7RCA002836CAWI29RKCAO67NL2CAGG09DYCARA1CSGCAU8AWIICAIIMSLSCATXRH9J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331437277332416546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sf0R9OGsqCI/AAAAAAAABH4/HCdQyadmico/s400/AMDV80FCAMK8YPYCAU27DF6CAJUXLAJCAY86J24CA1JV6HYCA1PR9QDCA0PU0JFCAHE2ASSCAL3O01DCAOCLS7RCA002836CAWI29RKCAO67NL2CAGG09DYCARA1CSGCAU8AWIICAIIMSLSCATXRH9J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To the you of my reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've been thinking so much of late and i just cant help thinking that im a fool to love you like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In self-defense, i tell myself its your loss. That you can never find someone who loves you like i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who would love you all the way from your perfections to your imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To your very self-centered core. But sigh, thats only from one point of view. What about another point of view?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That its my loss after all. That i've lost you, the you of my reality. The you that i love with all of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That its gonna be my days and months and years of pain, tears and hurt. Whereas you, will get those days, months and years of joyous freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whereas you can live, free of burden and such, finding someone else to love. And me? In despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It makes me feel silly, it makes me feel like the fool for loving you like this still.. And having end up like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But thats just one part of me. All in all, its being noble for love, right? I have you in my memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Though they wont make up for having you with me by my side. I have you in your memories, you words in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So what matters now? I dont really have much hopes in you now, im feeling nuetral about everything now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But what good does it do me? What should i do? Tell me, what should i do when i've lost my best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wallow in self-pity or just keep on surviving on my own? Obviously i choose the latter. I know i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know i can live without you, but it just hurts. And whats worse is you dont even know nor care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alright, im done with the ranting. Hahaha, and my most dreaded paper is on Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And im not doing anything about it. I should really really stop being so distracted and start concentrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whats with MOE and their crazy idea of education man, seriously. Haha, but im going out today. Such irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Will be heading to Flyer, Henderson Waves, Marina Barrage and maybe some other places to take pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And when i flunk my MidYears, dont come flauting all your awesome results ( for those who mugged ) in my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will smack you so hard! Hahahahaha. :/ Okay so random crap  going on. ADAM LAMBERT WAS IN THE BOTTOM TWO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh my mother freaking gosh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ]: And i think Danny Gokee will win, NOOOO. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah but i cant do anything about it. Thats how unfair life is. ]: And i'll be lmao-ing when Singapore Idol comes. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;May 16. HAHA. I will be rofl lmao lol and whatever twitty terms of laughing you can use on that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh yes, and this year is going by REALLY REALLY FAST. Its already 4 months and 3 days into 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? Gosh, its like time is flying past. Ah but no doubt this has been the best year in years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And the faster it goes the happier i am! Then when next year comes, i'll probably look like some grey haired which hasnt been combed in 5 months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wearing rags and carrying like, 10 tonnes of books around with papers flying out everywhere and a pen in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;With those big, geeky black specs and running around in loafers carrying a mug of 80cents coffee rushing to mug at some coffeeshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;THE HORROR! AHHHHH. O levels are a bitch. D: And after that it'll be like, me in 5inch stilettos in a absolutely glam dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With like, some totally glam hairdo or whatever going for prom with my dearest girlfriends. Haha, thats a dream eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe i'll look pretty for once on that day! ;D Then i'll graduate and i'll be the happiest 16 year old on earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh throw in the fact that i can LEGALLY watch NC 16! :D I know i sound retarded cause most of yaw are 16 but SHUT UP. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dont be a wet blanket. So thats my fantasy for now! And oh! I forget the fact that i will be looking at my certificate in 2011,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And it might just say like.. L1R5: 8 and L1B4: 6. *Shrieks in some bimbo fetish* Thats my dream life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For the next two years! Then i'll migrate to Los Angeles, get found out by some amazing director or something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hit the big screens and have my own brands. With my own mansion, a indoor and outdoor pool and my apartment sized closet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;With all those glam, beautiful clothes..Ah, the sweetness. Okay, im awake from my dreams. :D Reality check..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ugly duckling in a 5room flat with great friends and flunking her exams and a broken heart. Thats more like it. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, doesnt hurt to fantansize right? Love ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it’s too late, there’s no escape, might as well face it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain’t nothin I can do about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s been too long, it’s been too strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im stuck in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3605816151353772489?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3605816151353772489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3605816151353772489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3605816151353772489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3605816151353772489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-you-of-my-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sf0R9OGsqCI/AAAAAAAABH4/HCdQyadmico/s72-c/AMDV80FCAMK8YPYCAU27DF6CAJUXLAJCAY86J24CA1JV6HYCA1PR9QDCA0PU0JFCAHE2ASSCAL3O01DCAOCLS7RCA002836CAWI29RKCAO67NL2CAGG09DYCARA1CSGCAU8AWIICAIIMSLSCATXRH9J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-1736987435976004700</id><published>2009-04-29T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:28:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfhBlwYW3dI/AAAAAAAABHw/hrt6vzrJR3I/s1600-h/AEOTD32CA59BEGJCAEYBVIICAP5ELGHCA52O1ZFCAR18YN4CAKJB3J6CAEYOXWZCAWKXQE3CAYYOMNPCAEC6LC4CAO7NH0VCABV1N5RCAL5RNUMCAAXHCWCCAL9WTW4CAQ8J9A2CAAPHAOVCAUHQQ7C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330082275891011026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfhBlwYW3dI/AAAAAAAABHw/hrt6vzrJR3I/s400/AEOTD32CA59BEGJCAEYBVIICAP5ELGHCA52O1ZFCAR18YN4CAKJB3J6CAEYOXWZCAWKXQE3CAYYOMNPCAEC6LC4CAO7NH0VCABV1N5RCAL5RNUMCAAXHCWCCAL9WTW4CAQ8J9A2CAAPHAOVCAUHQQ7C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And and and and POPEYE THE SAILOR MAN, TOOT TOOT, He lives in a garbage can, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Toot toot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then i forgot. Heh! Well, today was a averagely odd day, i guess. Haha! With the exams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What not weird, right? Haha. Basically, what Ms Aljunied said yesterday came TRUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Damn her words. She said yesterday: Tomorrow, Suwanie might just find the questions for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;essay unappealing and end up not writing as well as she can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Erm. Darling Ms Aljunied, it really happened. My reaction to the essay questions were, WTH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea. Thanks, Mrs Wong who set the paper, you're such a sweetpea. -.- And the passage was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Atrocious. Im telling you, i will go to China right now and scream in their faces if i could! The passage was undoable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its unhumane to give fresh sec3's such a ridiculously challenging paper, in the aspect of vocabulary especially!&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell knows whats PERENNIAL when you're freaking fifteen years old! And why do i care about China's economy?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My gosh, set a smarter paper will you? *Smacks* Okay, im done ranting. [: And Cartel with the dears as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And so on and so forth and yadda and yadda. Oh and i just realized something which i just totally forgot. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh heres whats perennial. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. lasting for an indefinitely long time; enduring: her perennial beauty.&lt;br /&gt;2. (of plants) having a life cycle lasting more than two years.&lt;br /&gt;3. lasting or continuing throughout the entire year, as a stream.&lt;br /&gt;4. perpetual; everlasting; continuing; recurrent.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;5. a perennial plant: Daffodils and tulips are perennials.&lt;br /&gt;6. something that is continuing or recurrent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;That was simply out of random curiousity. :D I have nothing interesting to post about today. D: Im a boring person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, i just remembered. I realized today that i keep shunning away from myself, from reality, from speaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Does anyone have any idea how to say stuff thats in your head verbally? Gosh, it annoys me sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I seem so lively and.. i dont know, in the virtual world, i can speak with proper english and say what im thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whereas when it comes to reality.. Especially one to one situations, my mouth fails me and i cant even say the right things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thank goodness i live in the 21st Century, not 18th Century London or something.. I would probably die. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Get killed for keeping silent or some shit, haha. Ah sigh. Sometimes i just wish i could be straightfoward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even in the virtual world i hide a kabizillion things i wanna say. Its like theres this part of me thats just.. there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And its just waiting to be heard.. But im like, preventing it from being heard. Theres this like, whole part of me people dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i just wish i could find someone who saw beyond me, who could see that part of me no one knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who could see that underneath all my sarcasm and brave words, through all the nonchalance.. Theres the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah gosh.. Really hate this feeling. Really hate feeling like this too. I feel like a horrible person. ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wanna migrate, i wanna start afresh.. I wanna go to a place where no one knows me and everyone gives me a clean slate to start with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No matter how much people you know say they're willing to give you a clean slate, the impression you have made on them doesnt change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That impression causes them to think of you the same way as always and you dont have a chance to change at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And what with just having lost my best friend. Damn, i really need to pull through this phase of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And trust me, im almost there. Just not there yet. Sigh, i cant even find the strength to study right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wanna spend my life reading, is that okay? ): At least i get to live in someone else's world for awhile, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I still believe in every word you said, in every kiss you gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As i muttered those three words, i knew it would be forever til i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even a walk in the desert couldnt drain the flowing love i have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its alright if you're gone, alright if you're not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your broken promises and soulful kisses, they might be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But you will be alive in my memories; as alive as the very last time i saw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1736987435976004700?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1736987435976004700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1736987435976004700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1736987435976004700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1736987435976004700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-and-and-and-popeye-sailor-man-toot.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfhBlwYW3dI/AAAAAAAABHw/hrt6vzrJR3I/s72-c/AEOTD32CA59BEGJCAEYBVIICAP5ELGHCA52O1ZFCAR18YN4CAKJB3J6CAEYOXWZCAWKXQE3CAYYOMNPCAEC6LC4CAO7NH0VCABV1N5RCAL5RNUMCAAXHCWCCAL9WTW4CAQ8J9A2CAAPHAOVCAUHQQ7C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-1217008466452033093</id><published>2009-04-27T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:42:18.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfWfhm0LhQI/AAAAAAAABHo/HyNvybllZUc/s1600-h/AELIO28CACQT2PACAV0B026CA5TOW4TCAXV8Q3GCAZX4TNECANMQ0ZTCAMFW9AACA28Y39GCAQC7X7YCA0UKH63CAL5C3SPCA0IZMGFCA2FT29VCAC13J9WCAHO5LIXCARURLQECAUQ1RX2CAQKEF2W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329341133766755586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfWfhm0LhQI/AAAAAAAABHo/HyNvybllZUc/s320/AELIO28CACQT2PACAV0B026CA5TOW4TCAXV8Q3GCAZX4TNECANMQ0ZTCAMFW9AACA28Y39GCAQC7X7YCA0UKH63CAL5C3SPCA0IZMGFCA2FT29VCAC13J9WCAHO5LIXCARURLQECAUQ1RX2CAQKEF2W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;I still wake up everyday, get dressed.. And think of how much i miss you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dont care what they say! Haha. Im thinking of perspectives right now.. And whats your perspective about perspectives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've been seeing from many different points of views recently, due to the break up, haha. Interesting huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Interesting how people can 'judge' someone through another because of something that has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think the human race is really cool! I so wanna learn Psychology or something, maybe i'll be a therapist and RAPE YOU! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, i think some of the views i've heard are right.. Like, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a guy should always put his girl at the top of his prorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dufus boys, girls need to know that they matter to you. Girls need to know that they're practically your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The way you love them matters alot to them. You taking time to understand them and understanding them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It makes their hearts race with adrenaline. And once they fall for you, i swear, its the sweetest thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You nincompoops just dont know how to cherish girls. Likewise for girls, i just think we're a affectionate gender, [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We wanna spend all the time in the world with him.. Sometimes, we're just ignorant of the mayhem, the crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When a girl loves, she loves true. She just wants to feel secure, to feel like she's someone's everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She wants to feel loved and cherished, and to know that she means that world to someone, she smiles even in her sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Girls are simple, actually. They know what they want, ask any girl. Trust me, they know, deep down they know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guys on the other hand are weird creatures. Sometimes, they want this.. And others, they want that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They claim to need certain things but arent both genders human? Sexist rights, huh. No sexism here! Haha, just..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A point of view, [: Anyway, to be fair, girls would be nothing without boys and boys, LOSERS without girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So we all learn something from each other, right? Fair enough. At least boys kill those nasty creepy crawlies for us, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh, boys are horrible aliens from the planet of Jerk [ No errors here. I meant it like that. ] and girls, the lovely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Blue-green planet called Earth. So we're normal, and boys just plain abnormal. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Makes me wonder.. Why do girls always have to be the ones left crying and in pain, whereas the guys get what they want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, in most songs.. its the other way round.. But in the real world, its this way. And i find it quite quite true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guys can come and go so easily, finding someone new to love every single day even. And girls, just..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The hurt and love lasts forever. Ask a girl who's had her heart broken because of a boy she really really loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ask her if it hurts again, ten years later, and she'll still say yea, it hurts. No doubt, a lil less, but it still hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ask a guy who's been hurt. Ask him if it hurts five years later, he'll say, whats there to be hurt about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just chills me to the bone, thinking that love is a game for guys. Cant trifle with love, one day, you're gonna regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're gonna regret losing that girl who loved you like no one else. You're gonna regret not cherishing that  sweetheart who knew you inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're gonna regret breaking the heart of the girl who made you breakfast, that girl who waited in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're gonna regret that girl who sacrificed her heart to see your sexy teeth. [ Im being hilarious NOW?! Silly. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And when girls screw up, they just dont see it. Go to hell, seriously. Its so damn tough just to love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why do people still fall into this bottomless pit called romance? Why do people allow themselves to be vulnerable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sometimes, you give all of you. And down you go; crashing, tumbling, and finally burning. How silly can we get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;AND. We always tend to assume, teenagers are so childish nowadays as well. You're called a teen for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Assume: Making an&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out of yo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sigh, i should stop thinking so much. And practice what i preach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No matter how much it hurts, i promise i will press on. I promise to be a better Dawn, a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh and by the way, i dont believe you can only find fulfilling days in church. [: I have found my fulfilling days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thats all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And even if i cried a thousand tears tonight, would you come back to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And even if i walked out on water, would you come out to sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now i cant spend my life standing by, 'cause even when i miss you, you're not missing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its funny how my heart just wont let it go, i just dont understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its crazy how the pain seems to overflow, the memories of you here with me by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant deny that you are the love, the love of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dearest you, will you rewrite this story with me? &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prettty damn right,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I think many of my friends are right. You put yourself above me. They call you a jerk, i redeem you. Is it worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1217008466452033093?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1217008466452033093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1217008466452033093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1217008466452033093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1217008466452033093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-care-what-they-say-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfWfhm0LhQI/AAAAAAAABHo/HyNvybllZUc/s72-c/AELIO28CACQT2PACAV0B026CA5TOW4TCAXV8Q3GCAZX4TNECANMQ0ZTCAMFW9AACA28Y39GCAQC7X7YCA0UKH63CAL5C3SPCA0IZMGFCA2FT29VCAC13J9WCAHO5LIXCARURLQECAUQ1RX2CAQKEF2W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-8653431147854994774</id><published>2009-04-26T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:48:35.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfRDTByEGyI/AAAAAAAABHg/qdNqnusUiEU/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328958253261134626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfRDTByEGyI/AAAAAAAABHg/qdNqnusUiEU/s200/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Let the crazy Dawn take over for now, i promise i will smile genuine again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A brief update. I cant stop talking in a British accent because of my dear girl Sara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have REDPACKET MOOLAH! And im so happy about it cause im broke, ):&lt;br /&gt;And i have a great time with my classmates, i really love 3e5 to teensy bits, you're lovely, (:&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it. I just came to realize i lead a very very blessed life, i never saw it.&lt;br /&gt;How blind can i get, i wonder sometimes. Well, my space my thoughts, dont like? Go.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes i really do lead a very blessed life. Although i suffer much pain, still.&lt;br /&gt;But life's a bitch, just gotta look on the other side of things, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;I have the loveliest class which is so enjoyable you couldnt ask for more, truly deeply.&lt;br /&gt;I also have the sweetest, dearest friends who are always always there for me, telling me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;What not to do. Waking me up, scolding people i love! HAHA. They're just awesome beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;I always happen to scrape through my school years without a worry, im always sitting on the fence, yet, not falling.&lt;br /&gt;Despite my family being in ruins, the little pieces are still alive and kicking, quite happily i must say.&lt;br /&gt;I also happen to have great teachers who're like friends and who see behind my poker face, isnt that cool?&lt;br /&gt;I have everything i need and more that sometimes, its obscene. Im not deprived of any materialistic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i had my miracle, a boy who taught me how to love, how to be myself, to love myself, to hang on tight. He even taught me how to speak well, taught me how to speak up for myself, even taught me little things about life.&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to be open, how to have courage, how to say things when i need to, how to let loose of reigns.&lt;br /&gt;He taught me how to live. And though i've lost him, and he might never know this. I'll always remember him by.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember the miracle love i experienced, i'll always cherish our memories, cherish every bit of us.&lt;br /&gt;I'll swear to remember only the good and not the bad. I'll always remember what he taught me, what he said.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so i lead a sweet life after all right? Hurts and pains dont really matter anymore, they will always sting but..&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have nice things to think about? Even my lovely Master Wugui listens to me. (: Its a soft toy, btw. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this is what happened today morning. I woke up and asked Master Wugui, do you miss him?&lt;br /&gt;I told Master Wugui i missed him ( Not Master Wugui. -.- ) bad.. And other stuff. Heh. And Master Wugui just.. Smiled at me. [: Master Wugui rocks! She's ( Dont ask why Master if she's a she. ) a lovely lovely companion.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i should stop letting the sting affect me.. I dont know how long i'll wait this time,&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Two words, screw it. [: Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lately there's been too much of this, dont think its too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now the story's played out like this, just like a paperback novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits, instead of a hollywood horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dearest you, will you rewrite this story with me?&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-8653431147854994774?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8653431147854994774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=8653431147854994774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8653431147854994774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8653431147854994774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-crazy-dawn-take-over-for-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfRDTByEGyI/AAAAAAAABHg/qdNqnusUiEU/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4666858101471643784</id><published>2009-04-23T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:10:15.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Break my heart and walk away. Thats what you did.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dawn, WHY ARE YOU IN SUCH A PITIFUL STATE WHEN HE DOESNT GIVE A DAMN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4666858101471643784?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4666858101471643784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4666858101471643784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4666858101471643784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4666858101471643784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-my-heart-and-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-2746484382263182655</id><published>2009-04-23T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:19:00.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfBj2wVLRmI/AAAAAAAABHY/UAjPX_Hg8Tg/s1600-h/AENP0E6CAI932ENCAJG6QZ4CA88ZYR1CA5S0ZS0CAW3TQU4CAG5638ECAID0R53CA9VQN2NCAHLT7W1CAF3Q2JGCAQ1UY4YCAGIADL9CAZDXXDZCA4FD27FCAGR9S10CASCK8YRCAXANOS2CADW8E0H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327868151517103714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfBj2wVLRmI/AAAAAAAABHY/UAjPX_Hg8Tg/s400/AENP0E6CAI932ENCAJG6QZ4CA88ZYR1CA5S0ZS0CAW3TQU4CAG5638ECAID0R53CA9VQN2NCAHLT7W1CAF3Q2JGCAQ1UY4YCAGIADL9CAZDXXDZCA4FD27FCAGR9S10CASCK8YRCAXANOS2CADW8E0H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im feeling extremely horrible right now, it hurts. Into my soul, penatrates my heart again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And the worst part is, i keep thinking how much i've changed. I feel very morally not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I stress about being morally right, or i used to. I feel like i've lost my moral soundness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im not doing people justice now, and my words are so careless. And im not practicing what i preach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My midyears are next week. To hell with it man, i want to score but im having huge doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've lost my strongest pillar of strength, lost my strength, my courage, my morality, my rationality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lost my joy, my genuinity, my love for life and my love for romance. I detest romance. I detest romance so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I finally remember why i used kidsandromance as my blog address. It was purely sarcasm, it was the 'tsktsk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kids and romance.' And i fell into the trap of romance. How silly can i get. Why is trust always taken advantage of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;God, i really cannot stand this pain. I feel like im complaining alot. No more texting to disturb others from today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am facing this alone. I gotta learn to not affect others with my crap. I cry too much, Adha once said. God, that hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its mastering the art of pretending. For now, i will rant on my own space as i like because its my space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i keep thinking about the things we could've done together, things we were supposed to do. Crap, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant stop thinking of you, and i bet you've forgotten me already. Dawn, why're you so damn naive? Gawd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I feel like crap, in a trikazillion little pieces. It might take me a milennium to get over it this time round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Damn. I know alot of people are probably quite disappointed in me right now. Im supposed to be better then this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Arent i? I wont say im silly for any decisions i made this year, so far. I might choose to continue believing in everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have to stay true to my words, be a lady of my words. More importantly, on a happier note (its been awhile.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I accomplished the mission i always wanted to accomplish for the people i love, Mission Your Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I always wanted to make the person i love happy, even if it takes me all the pain in the world. And i never did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Despite believing and trying to do it for years, i've failed time and time again. But this time, i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think i finally succeeded. It used to be them leaving, and both leaving with hearts either broken or not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I never let someone leave me and be happier in a short while, i tend to hold them back alot, im a loser, so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i think i finally made someone's life simpler and happier.. Less complicated. And the best part is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It fulfilled both requirements of my belief. The &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;-happier part and the all the pain in the world part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not so great for me, but great for &lt;em&gt;you. &lt;/em&gt;I rant about how much i need you back, how much it hurts and all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No doubt, its true. But i just have to keep true to my words and say &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; being happy, im content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gonna have to live with the pain for awhile now. These bleeding wounds gonna scar bad, lets just say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For now, i wish i could rewind time. I just realized im making no sense, well to me i am, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All those lyrics, all those songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They prove to me how much i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How upset and broken i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But will you ever know? And will you ever heal me like you did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I just wanna love you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-2746484382263182655?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2746484382263182655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=2746484382263182655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2746484382263182655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2746484382263182655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-feeling-extremely-horrible-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SfBj2wVLRmI/AAAAAAAABHY/UAjPX_Hg8Tg/s72-c/AENP0E6CAI932ENCAJG6QZ4CA88ZYR1CA5S0ZS0CAW3TQU4CAG5638ECAID0R53CA9VQN2NCAHLT7W1CAF3Q2JGCAQ1UY4YCAGIADL9CAZDXXDZCA4FD27FCAGR9S10CASCK8YRCAXANOS2CADW8E0H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-7182917701669423536</id><published>2009-04-22T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:20:55.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You taught me how to love, you showed me who i was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love made me say things i would have never said in a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yet, your very words were the very thing which took my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant breathe. These words keep replaying.. On and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love you, very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-7182917701669423536?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7182917701669423536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=7182917701669423536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7182917701669423536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7182917701669423536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-taught-me-how-to-love-you-showed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-7981459501361705040</id><published>2009-04-22T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:47:58.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Se8DuatCTCI/AAAAAAAABHE/Wjr8B3-qEBo/s1600-h/A7H2A2ECA2Z9HPXCA1TDLP3CA4ZZ78ACAOY5CDWCAUBBD1YCAA6ITI0CACGZ8IOCA3QVAY9CAJHX27KCA3KVRQ7CAD0HFUTCA03U358CAZAX9N5CAD9WU6ECA0SHHU6CAGV5GOQCAVVR3LXCA0XC0I5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327480980179668002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Se8DuatCTCI/AAAAAAAABHE/Wjr8B3-qEBo/s400/A7H2A2ECA2Z9HPXCA1TDLP3CA4ZZ78ACAOY5CDWCAUBBD1YCAA6ITI0CACGZ8IOCA3QVAY9CAJHX27KCA3KVRQ7CAD0HFUTCA03U358CAZAX9N5CAD9WU6ECA0SHHU6CAGV5GOQCAVVR3LXCA0XC0I5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I can only fake a smile and cover my tears with laughs.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will not deny that every minute, it breaks me a little bit more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That every second, i feel unbearable pain and think of the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will not deny the fact suicide is the only way out of this brokeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The fact that once this is taken away, my heart is left to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ang Qiyin once read my palm and said i was fated to have many short relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont wanna believe in that, i shouldnt anyway. Though i have to say im quite a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, this is for the square orange i will &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was eight more days til the thirtieth, and in the blink of an eye, its over. Just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I still cant face it, i still cant stop the tears from falling, the tears still well up every second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i have to be true to my words right? Loving is about wanting the person to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And at three am last night, you seemed happier already. You asked me to just close my eyes and think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I did, and i cried. But you're happier, i guess, and thats good enough for me. I still remember each moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every day and all those times with you. When we were simpler, when the love was simpler. The crazy straw hearts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Flyer, all those movies, those crazy long walks around town, the long and short bus rides, Clarke Quay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The random conversations, the serious ones, the sweet ones, the tearful ones, the painful ones and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The notepads, the emails, the texts that i will always keep. Did 'us' mean nothing to you at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There were many things you said, which it will take me eternity to forget, when you might'nt even remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The pain pierces through my heart, surges through my veins and crushes my mind every single minute without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You will probably forget me soon, and i dont even know the possiblity of another chance, another us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We dont cross paths, we dont see each other at all. You have your freedom now, you have your life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You have all the time in the world now.. And whatever condition you're dealing with now. You have you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe for the first time, i have to say its my loss. They all say stay strong, i promise you im trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im trying to prove to you that i am strong and i can live without you. I dont think im very good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I promise i'll get over you, give me another year or so. I just wish this had'nt happened, but its too late for that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Right now, its just you and me. No more us. We could have been, should have been, would have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But could not be. Surprisingly, despite you changing and leaving like all the rest before my very eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I still trust you, and i still have hope. False hopes? Only you know. It doesnt seem to hurt you the very least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I doubt i'll find someone who knows me like you do, someone who might love me the way you might've loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i dont think you're here to be my everything anymore. I'll still be here, waiting.. Trying to move on but failing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whats in your mind is beyond my comprehension. For now, i just dont want to lose a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I need your assurance for this decision. Relationships crash and burn, but true friendships dont. Thats something i would like now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dying inside cause i cant stand it, make or break up i cant take this madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We dont even really know why, all i know is baby i try and try so hard to keep our love alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you dont know me at this point i highly doubt you ever will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I really need you to give me that unconditional love i used to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i know that we said let go but i keep hanging on. Inside i know its over, you're really gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its killing me cause there aint nothing that i can do, baby, i stay in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i keep on telling myself that one day you'll come back around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i try to front like 'oh well' each time you let me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;See i cant get over you now no matter what i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It cuts so deep, it hurts into my soul, my friends tell me, i aint the same no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We still need each other when we stumble at fall, how we gonna act like what we had aint nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-7981459501361705040?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7981459501361705040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=7981459501361705040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7981459501361705040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7981459501361705040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-only-fake-smile-and-cover-my.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Se8DuatCTCI/AAAAAAAABHE/Wjr8B3-qEBo/s72-c/A7H2A2ECA2Z9HPXCA1TDLP3CA4ZZ78ACAOY5CDWCAUBBD1YCAA6ITI0CACGZ8IOCA3QVAY9CAJHX27KCA3KVRQ7CAD0HFUTCA03U358CAZAX9N5CAD9WU6ECA0SHHU6CAGV5GOQCAVVR3LXCA0XC0I5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4607164249601143543</id><published>2009-04-19T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:07:05.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do people like to pick up the pieces of me, just to shatter them again?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im tired. You guys ask me to be strong, i cannot. Im sorry. I cant find anymore strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've been smiling, pretending like i dont give a damn. Inside, its piercing, its penetrating, its devastating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can no longer find the strength to hold the weight of my mistakes, my eyes are tired of tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My heart tired of daggers, of being dropped on the ground over and over again, shattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You guys say the people i love just dont see how good i am, just dont treasure me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If only that were true. Maybe its my fault, maybe its just me. I just screw things up, cause im just an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cause i let people in, trust them with my heart, and the just screw me up from the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I try so hard to keep people by my side, to laugh and to be there for people. Doesnt work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whats wrong with me? Am i fated to only short-lasting things? Why cant i have something that lasts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why cant i cant trust that lasts? Love that lasts? Happiness that lasts. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do you even understand how it hurts me? Do you even see that im trying hard not to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do you even see how much i care for you? Do You Even See Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I never break my promises. I never intentionally hurt you. I never stopped trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My question is, &lt;em&gt;have you tried like i have?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I. Want. To. Give. Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4607164249601143543?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4607164249601143543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4607164249601143543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4607164249601143543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4607164249601143543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-people-like-to-pick-up-pieces-of.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-1137300521838541433</id><published>2009-04-19T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:34:14.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeskGmh1ulI/AAAAAAAABG0/9WbC2UaQF7w/s1600-h/AMEXQK1CA8QUJE3CAQ9949LCA0KELTTCAZAAFG8CAKJG8K2CA9V64GCCATEHSYTCABZ39PHCAT7RDDGCA538X0DCAPH5TDXCAYTWSYVCA1627ICCA3JX65RCAQSZ71GCAWEEWMTCA74YZZHCANUR1NK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326390680136038994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeskGmh1ulI/AAAAAAAABG0/9WbC2UaQF7w/s400/AMEXQK1CA8QUJE3CAQ9949LCA0KELTTCAZAAFG8CAKJG8K2CA9V64GCCATEHSYTCABZ39PHCAT7RDDGCA538X0DCAPH5TDXCAYTWSYVCA1627ICCA3JX65RCAQSZ71GCAWEEWMTCA74YZZHCANUR1NK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cant forget to breathe slow, count from one to ten with my eyes closed. ]: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dumb chain text, doesnt work. Its called being gullible if you believe in such texts. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alright, yesterday was a awesome day. Met Jieyun, Emyi and Binhui at Bugis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We shopped, but barely bought anything! And it was over 30 degrees, god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After that met Adha and watched Knowing, its a good movie! Demanding asshole chose right. :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, forgot. Lester came yesterday, when i was with the girls. He was so cute! Gosh, haha. Funny duddy. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i also realize Singapore is a boring place to shop, after shopping for two days, i bought two things, pathetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Met Kau today and went K, yadda yadda yadda. Yeaa, whatever it is. So super sleepy and tired right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh! I forgot a very important day, COMMENDATION DAY. It was so awesome! Not Commendation itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was a nervous wreck, haha. But well, the after 'party' was PERFECT. Everyone looked so good, the teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And everyone was in a great mood. I love Mr Goh! He's so..debonair, so caring, so loving. God, im gonna fall for him. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea, that day was awesome. Haha. Yesterday was awesome too.. But todays a little shitty. Guess shit happens huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im so tired of thinking so much im not gonna think today. Im just gonna take it all it and be happy-go-lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh, i've changed alot. Wish things werent made so complicated when they're so simple, sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No, please. No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1137300521838541433?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1137300521838541433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1137300521838541433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1137300521838541433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1137300521838541433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-forget-to-breathe-slow-count-from.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeskGmh1ulI/AAAAAAAABG0/9WbC2UaQF7w/s72-c/AMEXQK1CA8QUJE3CAQ9949LCA0KELTTCAZAAFG8CAKJG8K2CA9V64GCCATEHSYTCABZ39PHCAT7RDDGCA538X0DCAPH5TDXCAYTWSYVCA1627ICCA3JX65RCAQSZ71GCAWEEWMTCA74YZZHCANUR1NK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-3046982770007726729</id><published>2009-04-16T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:53:27.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeccIByDrpI/AAAAAAAABGs/qrAqi9mGXIQ/s1600-h/AGHYF3SCA8QQQKBCASR70DYCAWAQYWZCA6WVXUWCARKZ514CAEX061JCAB6TKHOCA7NDG63CAEN6XUMCA0U4995CA1TIKWICAT6FU0SCA52XOE1CAH05STQCA7T46V2CA9DMI7ACAHQQ591CA05XYW3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325256008631824018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeccIByDrpI/AAAAAAAABGs/qrAqi9mGXIQ/s400/AGHYF3SCA8QQQKBCASR70DYCAWAQYWZCA6WVXUWCARKZ514CAEX061JCAB6TKHOCA7NDG63CAEN6XUMCA0U4995CA1TIKWICAT6FU0SCA52XOE1CAH05STQCA7T46V2CA9DMI7ACAHQQ591CA05XYW3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LINKS HAVE BEEN ADDED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Request to be linked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Popeye the sailorman! Poop poop! Im very disgusted, annoyed and irritated now. Very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There are alot of those stupid flies or male ants flying around my lights, dropping on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;MY LAPTOP! Yuck. And they wont go away. Still have like four, irritatingly gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ergh, i shall IGNORE. Something funny happened today, but i forgot what. &gt;:[ Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, today was basically a crappy start, a chilled yet sparky morning, a horrible end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As POA was the last period, so its typically naturally horrible. :D Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If i was a rich girl, nananananananananana. Heh! OH I REMEMBER. Mr Oh bully me! ): He's so cute laaaaa, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The irony of that sentence, haha. We stayed back for Math remedial; we meaning five of us, namely Younice, Jieyun, Emyi, Jasmine, Shimin and myself. And we learnt about Inequalities and i got horribly bullied by Mr Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He mocked me! Haha, but it was funny. :D He's like, one of the best teachers, and he's leaving after MidYears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guangyang just loves to diss us, seriously. Take away our lives, idiots. Haha. Well yea, so yadda and blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I barely remember what happened before Math remedial anyway, meh! (: Or do i? *Smug face* HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Screw loose already, hahahaa. Yay! DJ Wars is on! [: And i just got some crap shit from Sherlyn, piss me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, Lyn didnt piss me off, (: What she showed me did. I shall NOT elaborate. I shall &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT BE A KID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;%^&amp;amp;*()(*&amp;amp;^%$#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp; AAAHHH, SH DAWN SHHHHHH! Okay, so yea. Im psyched for this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sentosa &amp;amp; K! Woooweeeeee. Im so gonna be broke! Dawn needs a job, really. I wanna do tuition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dont laugh okay! I can speak in proper english without vulgar, grammar mistakes, vocabulary in tune. So diam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hahaha, that was a pure contradiction. Well, i really wanna do tuition. Any idea where? Sigh, i need cash. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i wanna slap someone. Well anyway, im feeling very drained. So sick and tired of being sick and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everythings draining the life out of me, sucking the joy out of me. Life's a vampire, sucks joy. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It sucks to feel like this, really does. It sucks to feel like everything you love is being picked and taken away slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its like someone is slowly picking at pieces of your already broken heart, taking the pieces away one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Leaving you incomplete, shattered and hurting. Its that constant prick of your heart and you never know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But then you see the things that're fading away, you see the fear in your eyes. You hear your very own silent screams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its watching, wanting to do something about them leaving you so shattered, so vulnerable. But not doing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its not that i do not want to do anything, its i cannot. If i did something, if i even breathed a word..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That thread holding everything together would fray and snap. I breathe slow, count to ten, and give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My mind works on ways to shun this all aside. But it seems my hearts set on figuring it all out. Sigh. What now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everything seems okay, no one notices the stitches of my heart, the bonds of the relations slowly tearing apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its snapping one.. by one.. by one.. Its tearing me apart. With all i am, i fall. Hard. All of me, gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everything climbed, tiny steps.. but climbing still, to the top. My hopes rose, my faith increasing, my heart healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And when i found my love for life, for the very first time. I found bubbles of joy in everyday, i anticipated each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And with one sentence, it came crashing down, crushing me. How can i find strength to stand up again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just breathe slow, count to ten, sigh and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was young but i wasn't naive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch helpless as everything crashes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And still i have the pain i have to carry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would fall asleep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming that everything would be like it was before,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor.&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3046982770007726729?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3046982770007726729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3046982770007726729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3046982770007726729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3046982770007726729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/popeye-sailorman-poop-poop-im-very.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeccIByDrpI/AAAAAAAABGs/qrAqi9mGXIQ/s72-c/AGHYF3SCA8QQQKBCASR70DYCAWAQYWZCA6WVXUWCARKZ514CAEX061JCAB6TKHOCA7NDG63CAEN6XUMCA0U4995CA1TIKWICAT6FU0SCA52XOE1CAH05STQCA7T46V2CA9DMI7ACAHQQ591CA05XYW3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-3587278630406647456</id><published>2009-04-15T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:52:08.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The greatest distance between two people is when one is beside the other yet the other doesnt know how much one cares.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why do i only learn to love when it hurts, only when its tearing apart at the seams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why do i only learn to loosen the reigns when theres nothing on the reigns anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why do i only know how to cry and never make a sound?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Are my bloodcurdling cries of pain not affecting your heart? Are my screams silent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Is my pain worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3587278630406647456?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3587278630406647456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3587278630406647456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3587278630406647456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3587278630406647456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/greatest-distance-between-two-people-is.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-5902101216698067423</id><published>2009-04-15T18:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:47:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeXAMT34iTI/AAAAAAAABGk/Th9BqJrnz-g/s1600-h/Khoh%27s+Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324873452161108274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeXAMT34iTI/AAAAAAAABGk/Th9BqJrnz-g/s400/Khoh%27s+Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeXAFCKrNaI/AAAAAAAABGc/isfqquNSNGo/s1600-h/Close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324873327149004194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeXAFCKrNaI/AAAAAAAABGc/isfqquNSNGo/s400/Close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3e5's very own, Jonathan Khoh Wei Chong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Jonathan found a laptop left behind by a customer in Cafe Gelare at Plaza Singapura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He was not tempted to keep it for himself and displayed integrity by returning the laptop to its rightful owner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hey world! Haha, i love the start to my post! Oh and i edited the pictures, the school aint so classy with such certs. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hahahaha, it was said to be a Macbook! Wow, Jonathan! HAHA. It was a funny assembly, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And this morning was really warm that i perspired like a water tap, gosh. *Note to self: I think i need to learn to appreciate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, so today was quite a fun and chill day. Nothing much to talk about today, except Binhui's the highlight, HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We survived Diana Koh's talk by laughing at crap in the Biology textbook, and she said something damn cheesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: Binhui, you're the soil. AHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Binhui: If im the soil, you're the plant so you cant live without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Corny, much? And we found someone that looks alot like Lester in the Biology textbook, REALLY DOES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Basically, first few periods, excluding Cheena which is boring everyday, were munching and crapping. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mr Oh is a fabulous teacher, and i do understand Math FYI. And Sherlyn is a man! HAHA. She is, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We were munching on chips and candy-ing lollipops. Mr Oh made fun of me, ): And Sherlyn, so we're even! Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Er, Geography was me wanting to sleep and Sherlyn waking me up constantly. Oh, Cheena with Sharmeel's cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Assembly, like i said, was fun and cool! HAHA. People need to learn to pronounciate, seriously. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yes, so i agree today is a better day. And then went off to the Eight with Brended, meh. (: Eight's boring! Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Friday's Commendation Day, rubbish. And yadda, and blah and so on and so forth. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wanna migrate! Los Angeles, here i come! Singapore's really very very boring! So fake, so fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What they dont have, they built, and they build it so much so that its world famous. Nincompoops, much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Like, they dont have bays, they build Marina Bay. No actual bungee jumping, G-Max. River? Singapore River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Water theme parks? Wild wild wet. Hill? Bukit Timah Hill. Brands? Paragon. Dam? Yishun Dam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lame, much? My gosh, Singapore is such a screwed up place. Even the people. They're screwed too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Like middle-aged aunties suffering from menopause and treating Gen Y teenagers like nonentites, kiss mah arse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;'Kiasu' til they're so overboard they dont even realize it. C'mon lah, its the 21st century, grow up for petes sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No courtesy, no manners. Even foreigners. No respect, no self-dignity is it?! The only people who are humane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Caucasians. They're well brought up with perfect manners and pleasant looks on their faces and dont &lt;em&gt;tsk&lt;/em&gt; for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, long long post. Meh. ): Okay, *note to self: be yourself!, American Idol's Adam Lambert; Mine mine mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He's so awesome, so dope, so fly so whatever good and positive word you can think of! FLYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, to keep you from tearing due to boredom like i did, faux-ly, today. Bye people! Byebyebyebyebyebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Watch you smile while you're sleeping while you're far away dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender, i could stay lost in this moment forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment i treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And im wondering what you're dreaming, wondering if its me you're seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then i kiss your eyes, and thank God we're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I just want to stay in this moment with you, forever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I just want to hold you close, feel your heart so close to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-5902101216698067423?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5902101216698067423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=5902101216698067423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5902101216698067423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5902101216698067423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/3e5s-very-own-jonathan-khoh-wei-chong.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeXAMT34iTI/AAAAAAAABGk/Th9BqJrnz-g/s72-c/Khoh%27s+Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-7024195234649138849</id><published>2009-04-14T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:12:34.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeSLm77XmBI/AAAAAAAABGE/zfWO7u5mo18/s1600-h/PIZZZZZA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324534160496760850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeSLm77XmBI/AAAAAAAABGE/zfWO7u5mo18/s400/PIZZZZZA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Doesnt this just look delish? ;D You so want to eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-7024195234649138849?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7024195234649138849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=7024195234649138849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7024195234649138849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7024195234649138849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/doesnt-this-just-look-delish-d-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeSLm77XmBI/AAAAAAAABGE/zfWO7u5mo18/s72-c/PIZZZZZA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4952797600327854307</id><published>2009-04-14T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:49:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeSDqMBotxI/AAAAAAAABF8/qGboSnWj4yY/s1600-h/AKPPI9JCA5VR39CCA3ELFPPCA9DFWBACAJRXK9YCA5GCAEOCAXFEQSSCA1WW1ADCAHC62C8CA5OYRUKCAWRWV90CAUHPXJ8CAUUOYQSCADWLBH4CAZQL9Q9CAWDJX1GCAXIY8TXCAK9RRAFCADOVQLK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324525420264601362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeSDqMBotxI/AAAAAAAABF8/qGboSnWj4yY/s320/AKPPI9JCA5VR39CCA3ELFPPCA9DFWBACAJRXK9YCA5GCAEOCAXFEQSSCA1WW1ADCAHC62C8CA5OYRUKCAWRWV90CAUHPXJ8CAUUOYQSCADWLBH4CAZQL9Q9CAWDJX1GCAXIY8TXCAK9RRAFCADOVQLK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They always say tomorrow will be a better day, thats a lie. For today anyway. IRRITATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My dumbsillyannoyingstupidscrewedup phone isnt functioning as it is supposed to be, PFFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;horrible &lt;/em&gt;Commendation Day rehearsal was a pure waste of my time and it was hell, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was freaking hot, freaking boring, freaking lame, freaking annoying. Yes, it was freaking freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Class was pretty boring, dance people were all gone &amp;amp; XuJieyun didnt come today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I learnt what guys talk about when they're together. DOTA &amp;amp; FOC ( Fight of characters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How boring. Seriously, what they talk about is really truly boring. I think girls talk is so much cooler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And since i got my G.P Award &amp;amp; Jonathan Khoh got jealous and cut it up, you know what? I dont want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And blame it on the very people who want me to get it, or in my case, do not care anyway, right Mom&amp;amp;Dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think i have the least supportive parents of all. They have no idea how glad i am i got that freaking award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It means so much to be but simply a nonentity to them, so screw them screw the award. They dont wanna be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;FINE. Dont. I dont give a shit. I have no idea why i try so hard to please them when they cant be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When i fail, they're not happy. When i get an award, they dont give no shit. They will never read this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So whats the fooking point of ranting? Just screw them. I so dont deserve to be treated like crap. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At least i have cool teachers, who are surprised but still are proud of me for getting that award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh and they're not the people who raised me up, HAHA. Maybe i should call them my parents instead, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And now my DUMBASS phone will not work. SHIT YOU, PHONE. SHIT. YOU. So annoyed, gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Rant rant rant rant rant, todays a bad horrible terrible completely utterly disappointing painful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kill me, seriously. Jonathan Khoh's such a bitch as well, and so is Lester. Such idiots sitting next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;'Least they make me laugh. But they're mean people. Very mean. They abuse and bully me, idiots. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think everythings slowly screwing up. I need a plier or screwdriver. Unscrew all this shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont wanna feel like this, dont wanna cry everywhere I go. Dont wanna bleed like this, dont wanna hurt like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why're you doing this, God? Theres a reason for everything, i believe. Im supposed to be in pain, i do not believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake up, Dawn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everybody's screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm slipping off the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'m hanging by a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna start this over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4952797600327854307?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4952797600327854307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4952797600327854307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4952797600327854307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4952797600327854307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-always-say-tomorrow-will-be-better.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeSDqMBotxI/AAAAAAAABF8/qGboSnWj4yY/s72-c/AKPPI9JCA5VR39CCA3ELFPPCA9DFWBACAJRXK9YCA5GCAEOCAXFEQSSCA1WW1ADCAHC62C8CA5OYRUKCAWRWV90CAUHPXJ8CAUUOYQSCADWLBH4CAZQL9Q9CAWDJX1GCAXIY8TXCAK9RRAFCADOVQLK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-6564526543202702944</id><published>2009-04-13T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:20:47.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeMyIHpscRI/AAAAAAAABF0/DZy2HlVzICI/s1600-h/AQ1I418CAIUNHW5CA6GM09QCA05EQ67CAKTSXC1CAH446PRCA05ZXZICASVJ363CAPVWSRFCAYBSEXACA4SCAAECAQYWB02CAIOIPUCCAVMW40ECA5UXIYSCAPEBO6VCA1P2W8XCAFFUKOQCA3T66WH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324154299556327698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeMyIHpscRI/AAAAAAAABF0/DZy2HlVzICI/s320/AQ1I418CAIUNHW5CA6GM09QCA05EQ67CAKTSXC1CAH446PRCA05ZXZICASVJ363CAPVWSRFCAYBSEXACA4SCAAECAQYWB02CAIOIPUCCAVMW40ECA5UXIYSCAPEBO6VCA1P2W8XCAFFUKOQCA3T66WH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello-oh poopies! Im listening to 98.7FM DJWARS, so cool lah. :D I wanna be a DJ, :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Van &amp;amp; Young are so dope. Haha, but why do they have American accents? Is that a must? :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hahaha, Aiden just told me he's friends with Des &amp;amp; Soo, is that some swipe at me. ): Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay rant rant rant, go Van &amp;amp; Young! ♥ Haha, Muttons are soooo cu-te. :B HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kay so, yesterdays service was pretty coolio. And the illustration of God's china shop is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Simply mind-gripping. Shan't elaborate cause i think it would be very ironic to be holy here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But yea, from porcelain toothpicks to a Ming dynasty vase, we've broken something in His shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hm, Easter service really made me think manymany. Thats so twit, omg. Yes, it made me think deep. Very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But truth be told, im quite happy the way my life is now. Even though at times it seems it not here nor there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its actually quite there. :D I've found someone to love, i've found people to love, i've found love. See? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, ( God, Van &amp;amp; Young! Go go go! ) Okay, random. But yea, i've got my friends, good friends, close friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've got my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good Progress Award, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;surprising much but yes, i got it for my Sec2 End year results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jealous, much? [: But yea, im so proud of myself, really. Its the first time in my whole short life, finally i can breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Basically, this is the highlight of my day. :D Haha, its an interesting conversation! No boredom intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: Hello? *Whispers to Jieyun, who the hell is this?!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Person: Hello, is this Suwanie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: Ya? *I mean like, you're calling my handphone right.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Person: Its Ms Aljunied here, are you still in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: *Say what?!* Oh oh oh, hello. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ms Aljunied: Oh. I just wanted to inform you that you've gotten the Good Progress Award, so you need to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;present at the Commendation Day to receive your award and I wanted to pass you a letter for your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS? I mean, oh okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ms Aljunied: Yes. So i will pass it to you tomorrow, remind me okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me: Ya, okay. Thank you, bye. *Omfriggingosh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ITS SERIOUSLY DAMN SHOCKING and i was shrieking, hahahahaha. So it was like, seriously omgomg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And really not happy about having to attend Commendation Day cause its f-r-iggin boring. No joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But whateverrrrrrrr! Things like this just happen to me out of random, hahaha! Yes, today is a Dawn-ish day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, other funnycrazylamestupidretardedsillynonsensicalrandom things happened today! Shan't describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea, and the DM needs to have his eyes fixed. ): Okay, with that aside, hahaa, today was a fun day. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i need a haircut. :/ And im bored. And i wanna go shopping, but i have one Yusof dollar. Poo you. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kay, i shall stop here. Last but surely not the least, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO VAN &amp;amp; YOUNG! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The marks of your lips stained on my broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Im bearing the scars of my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-6564526543202702944?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6564526543202702944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=6564526543202702944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6564526543202702944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6564526543202702944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-oh-poopies-im-listening-to-98.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeMyIHpscRI/AAAAAAAABF0/DZy2HlVzICI/s72-c/AQ1I418CAIUNHW5CA6GM09QCA05EQ67CAKTSXC1CAH446PRCA05ZXZICASVJ363CAPVWSRFCAYBSEXACA4SCAAECAQYWB02CAIOIPUCCAVMW40ECA5UXIYSCAPEBO6VCA1P2W8XCAFFUKOQCA3T66WH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-2993276644105496958</id><published>2009-04-11T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:28:43.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeCkbabEOjI/AAAAAAAABFs/3CI9P1XXQEI/s1600-h/water+on+mars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323435550408194610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeCkbabEOjI/AAAAAAAABFs/3CI9P1XXQEI/s320/water+on+mars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;OHMYFRIGGINGAWD, WATER ON MARS! I DISCOVERED IT! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im so lame. I like i like, (: Zhixin just called me sensible, my gosh! LOL. Thats a joke. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant remember what i did yesterday, so i wont blog. OH I REMEMBER! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was supposed to go Sentosa but i was burnt, why? I dont know. :x So i didnt go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then i met Qiyin, went Admiralty blew down a piggy's house, then went Admiral Bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And spilled Tiger all over myself, NOT MY TIGER, just to clarify. [: Yeap, so reached home at one plusxzxz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today, Central had Eggcite, &amp;amp; i went. Amazing, i know. Not. Okay so it was at West Coast Clementi West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I found that out from a nice guy, my arse, called Sebas, which is a yxk! HAHA, yao xiu kia. :x Sounds so lian-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But anyway, he directed me a lil here &amp;amp; a lil there, am grateful, THANKYOU CAT WITH NO BALLS! :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So yea, played alot of gross games &amp;amp; it was BURNING HOT. That explains my burnt self now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im red in the face, arms, legs. Its called sunburnt &amp;amp; a sexy tan you noobies. Haha, im being arrogant. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No! I cant be arrogant! Im not Chewmin. Pfft, im being mean. Shut up, Dawn. Okay so anyway, it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Although i had to use my foot to put a sponge which had been in eggyolk like, 4 times and put in it the eggyolk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And try to carry it across a field. And it was egg-mania, seriously. Haha. It was good fun with good friends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We then headed to Clementi, supposedly, but ended up at West Mall. And amazingly, my mum works there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So yea, we ate there.. chilled abit, talked about movies. Walked around a little and stuffs, yea, good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And im seriously burnt, owch. ): Okay, continue-ing. Then came onto MSN &amp;amp; Sherlyn started ranting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;About a certain girl who has no originality and no brains to learn how to reflect on her own attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And yes, it got me pissed. But im afraid of lians, ): AHAHAHAHA! Okay, and Joyce called me gek kiang, -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, all in all, todays a great day. Made fun of people, got made fun of, a little of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everything sweet, sugary and nice. Like Powderpuff Girls, haha, powderpuff, suckers. :x They're cool! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So yea, now i've got a cool tan! Which i love! And a lobster red face, which i.. lovehatelikedislikeheartnotblah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tomorrows Easter service &amp;amp; i shall grace Suntec City with my presence and create havoc with my craziness. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Which i believe i will be very crazy. Sometimes, craziness really eases the pain. :D Its a joy to be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You dont think so much. And its nice to love yourself, you dont hate yourself so much. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And my exams are coming, 29th, on the 21st shall be my very last chilloh day, will be going for the B&amp;amp;J's thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I need to learn self-discipline. I need to be extremely self-disciplined. I dont want a boyfriend, iwantamanfriend! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHA, such an ass. Okay, goodbye people. Love, me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times can I break till I shatter? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the line can't define what I'm after ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always turn the car around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that I feel is the realness I'm faking,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking my time but it's time that I'm wasting, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always turn the car around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-2993276644105496958?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2993276644105496958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=2993276644105496958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2993276644105496958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2993276644105496958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohmyfriggingawd-water-on-mars-i.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SeCkbabEOjI/AAAAAAAABFs/3CI9P1XXQEI/s72-c/water+on+mars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-6292299886732001506</id><published>2009-04-09T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:52:20.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sd3dt6CMG4I/AAAAAAAABFk/4Ous_PxaY6s/s1600-h/AC33XAQCA365ZHVCAIVXQA3CA1DEW12CAOQNX5GCA7DPHWOCAN043YTCADQDKT3CAVPT61KCAHG3TEOCA9CD6NQCAT3DOB4CA2Q41A5CARL8M1BCAAQ0GIGCANEBOSSCA56UKEGCABFDGN7CA9YPBN7+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322654115364084610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sd3dt6CMG4I/AAAAAAAABFk/4Ous_PxaY6s/s320/AC33XAQCA365ZHVCAIVXQA3CA1DEW12CAOQNX5GCA7DPHWOCAN043YTCADQDKT3CAVPT61KCAHG3TEOCA9CD6NQCAT3DOB4CA2Q41A5CARL8M1BCAAQ0GIGCANEBOSSCA56UKEGCABFDGN7CA9YPBN7+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I knew it! I will post again, after such a short period time! I think im blogger crazy, :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was just thinking of some random stuff. Like relationships, okay not random, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Isnt it just cruel how people treat love like a game? Its cruel how people judge others, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And if two people were 'meant to be', but because one of them judged the other a bad way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They might never end up together. Or maybe one judged before getting to know the other better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh, its so horrible. Seeing people i know, getting hurt, falling for those who dont love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eh seriously, there's a glitch in love! Why do people always fall for those who dont love them! Haha, major glitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And why do people always not know how to cherish those that love them the most. Some people get kicked about like a soccer ball, thrown around like a basketball, some get broken and shatter like glass and mirrors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cant things be simple? Why does the human brain and heart have to make things so complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why do people have to judge others from their screwed up brains when the person might'nt be not at all like that!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sometimes, i really think people should just take a deep, long breath and think properly, deeply and sanely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People are really rash, impulsive and think with their asses. Wonder what your minds are for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wonder what your experiences and heart is for. Sometimes, we have to realize that we're not the only one alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That we're not the only one with feelings and wants. Sometimes, we have to stop taking things for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Especially people. And i've learnt that the hard way. People matter most, how could you live alone, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If the people around you, you take for granted, one day when they leave you, whats left of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When the person who loves you so much chooses to leave you, who's gonna love you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Life's a major killjoy sometimes. Taking away the things you love most, taking away all you love at a go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What would you do if something you loved was taken away from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a swollen eye! It hurts like i got punched in my iris! Ouch, hurts. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-6292299886732001506?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6292299886732001506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=6292299886732001506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6292299886732001506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6292299886732001506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-knew-it-i-will-post-again-after-such.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sd3dt6CMG4I/AAAAAAAABFk/4Ous_PxaY6s/s72-c/AC33XAQCA365ZHVCAIVXQA3CA1DEW12CAOQNX5GCA7DPHWOCAN043YTCADQDKT3CAVPT61KCAHG3TEOCA9CD6NQCAT3DOB4CA2Q41A5CARL8M1BCAAQ0GIGCANEBOSSCA56UKEGCABFDGN7CA9YPBN7+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-1056238012876404061</id><published>2009-04-09T18:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:08:52.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sd3Wxe5i3OI/AAAAAAAABFc/8L4Ck1nPUp8/s1600-h/%E6%8B%BC%E8%B4%B41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322646480218152162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sd3Wxe5i3OI/AAAAAAAABFc/8L4Ck1nPUp8/s400/%E6%8B%BC%E8%B4%B41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sd3Wwpmnn2I/AAAAAAAABFU/xMkXDLps-6c/s1600-h/Documents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322646465911693154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sd3Wwpmnn2I/AAAAAAAABFU/xMkXDLps-6c/s400/Documents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My first two collages, yes there are very screwed up. Shut up about it. Many pictures cant be seen properly, shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, so basically, it has some fun pictures and mostly pictures of the people &amp;amp; days that made my life. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, if you see your face, congrats! I dont care if its unglam, &amp;amp; some pictures i never knew i had! :D Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well yeaaaaaaaa, :D I kinda like it! Haha, though Marcus's face keeps appearing, ah! :x Hahaha! Okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today was fun! Very very fun. :D Yea, thats my day. Too lazy and not bothered to describe. :D Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh i found another way to do a collage! But i shant do it. Until i hit my goal. :D Which is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To take an amazing picture with the people i treasure most! :D Then after that i'll make the beautiful collage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Omg, Simon Cowell just eliminated Scott Macintyre. ): Anoop Desai should be elimated! NOT SCOTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its so sad seeing them live. ): Liew, stupid Anoop. Pfft. Yeaa! Kay, im gonna go busy myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Probably will come back here and type random/meaningful crap later! Byebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How many times can i break til i shatter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1056238012876404061?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1056238012876404061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1056238012876404061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1056238012876404061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1056238012876404061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-collage-yes-it-is-very-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sd3Wxe5i3OI/AAAAAAAABFc/8L4Ck1nPUp8/s72-c/%E6%8B%BC%E8%B4%B41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-1883163770303362833</id><published>2009-04-08T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:49:17.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Remember those walls i built? Well baby, they're tumbling down and they didnt even put up a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They didnt even make a sound. I found a way to let you in, but i never really had a doubt standing in the light of your halo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I got my angel now. It's like i've been awakened, every rule i had you're breaking, its the risk that im taking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I aint never gonna shut you out. Everywhere im looking now, im surrounded by your embrace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Baby, i can see your halo, you know you're my saving grace. You're everything i need and more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its written all over your face. Baby i can feel your halo, pray that it wont fade away. I can feel your halo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun, burning through my darkest night. You're the only one that i want, think im addicted to your light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I swore i'd never fall again, but this dont even feel like falling. Gravity cant forget, to pull me back to the ground again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1883163770303362833?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1883163770303362833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1883163770303362833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1883163770303362833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1883163770303362833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-those-walls-i-built-well-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-5185700097339597886</id><published>2009-04-08T18:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:21:55.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyCHKM24eI/AAAAAAAABDg/FKUrvLVtH2c/s1600-h/SDC12218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322271919154061794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyCHKM24eI/AAAAAAAABDg/FKUrvLVtH2c/s400/SDC12218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyCHMxBgjI/AAAAAAAABDY/_jyOZSibJLo/s1600-h/SDC12213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322271919842624050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyCHMxBgjI/AAAAAAAABDY/_jyOZSibJLo/s400/SDC12213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She says i look damn malay, really?! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyCHIa7gmI/AAAAAAAABDQ/EhLDUS2-alo/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322271918676214370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyCHIa7gmI/AAAAAAAABDQ/EhLDUS2-alo/s400/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mango&amp;amp;Durian Shaved Ice, yumyumyum! T'was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBevwhN4I/AAAAAAAABDI/ktELcWlOWPc/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322271224861112194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBevwhN4I/AAAAAAAABDI/ktELcWlOWPc/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isnt he cute! LOL. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBeHmPQtI/AAAAAAAABDA/CK9-17y6F4E/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322271214080574162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBeHmPQtI/AAAAAAAABDA/CK9-17y6F4E/s400/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBeORLrDI/AAAAAAAABC4/-Q48wGZr3KQ/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322271215871306802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBeORLrDI/AAAAAAAABC4/-Q48wGZr3KQ/s400/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look alike right! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBd6eKS-I/AAAAAAAABCw/cgbDe_SY6U8/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322271210557033442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBd6eKS-I/AAAAAAAABCw/cgbDe_SY6U8/s400/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First, idk what im doing. Second, Jieyun looks damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBdu7qCjI/AAAAAAAABCo/sD5E-8caQ6w/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322271207459523122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyBdu7qCjI/AAAAAAAABCo/sD5E-8caQ6w/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shot by Marcus, self-proclaimed photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA7kL40OI/AAAAAAAABCg/Xx0xuwKn80k/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322270620459258082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA7kL40OI/AAAAAAAABCg/Xx0xuwKn80k/s400/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Im health conscious!' says Marcus. ( Thats really what he said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA7VRkdkI/AAAAAAAABCY/ZY5y6jeFSgk/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322270616456558146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA7VRkdkI/AAAAAAAABCY/ZY5y6jeFSgk/s400/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA7W9ZSbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/34Yeeu2BqOw/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322270616908810674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA7W9ZSbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/34Yeeu2BqOw/s400/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Showing off pits- LOL. Binhui was imitating Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA7F-_MtI/AAAAAAAABCI/eC-Auk5M_Jg/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322270612352086738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA7F-_MtI/AAAAAAAABCI/eC-Auk5M_Jg/s400/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Wahlau! I play with pillow also get taken!' JonathanKhoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA66Vn0YI/AAAAAAAABCA/OPN1iFKozBM/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322270609225798018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyA66Vn0YI/AAAAAAAABCA/OPN1iFKozBM/s400/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAPCJ5rGI/AAAAAAAABB4/oOeYq8AmNmw/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269855409876066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAPCJ5rGI/AAAAAAAABB4/oOeYq8AmNmw/s400/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAO4rzKzI/AAAAAAAABBw/e6KTfDYyoX0/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269852867701554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAO4rzKzI/AAAAAAAABBw/e6KTfDYyoX0/s400/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Look like me right!' Says Binhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAO9QnqcI/AAAAAAAABBo/Ps4yZgHbyz8/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269854095878594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAO9QnqcI/AAAAAAAABBo/Ps4yZgHbyz8/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAOhH1kVI/AAAAAAAABBg/sTu5qNEBy7U/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269846542848338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAOhH1kVI/AAAAAAAABBg/sTu5qNEBy7U/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAOlv111I/AAAAAAAABBY/Refn50BBSVk/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269847784380242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyAOlv111I/AAAAAAAABBY/Refn50BBSVk/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_iEgSMEI/AAAAAAAABBQ/iqzFUX2XFvg/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269082946515010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_iEgSMEI/AAAAAAAABBQ/iqzFUX2XFvg/s400/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jieyun: I dont want chicken! Binhui: Why the chicken mouth so big?! Marcus: Na na na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_hx_MqqI/AAAAAAAABBI/l4I7b6SVCYk/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269077975902882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_hx_MqqI/AAAAAAAABBI/l4I7b6SVCYk/s400/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_h4hnnNI/AAAAAAAABBA/8jfLmnUehXQ/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269079730887890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_h4hnnNI/AAAAAAAABBA/8jfLmnUehXQ/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Chicken. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_hozPKFI/AAAAAAAABA4/AgVWakYhJKo/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269075509815378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_hozPKFI/AAAAAAAABA4/AgVWakYhJKo/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_hvqpVyI/AAAAAAAABAw/xTlBxTh3l-A/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322269077352830754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdx_hvqpVyI/AAAAAAAABAw/xTlBxTh3l-A/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Hmm, i wonder if the coke is drink-able.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haha yeap, basically, that was my few weeks ago &amp;amp; my yesterday. (: Shall post about yesterday. (: AND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ADAM LAMBERT JUST GOT A STANDING OVATION FROM SIMON COWELL! Go Adam! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, yes. Continue, hahahaha. So we, Marcus JonathanKhoh Lester ShawLeong Binhui Jieyun Emyi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Met to celebrate Jieyun&amp;amp;Emyi's birthday. We watched Unborn, I truly deeply extremely &lt;em&gt;regret&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im damn afraid now, so shut up! :/ Well, i wasnt watching half the time, i was screaming at stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Laughed at the upside down head dog though, its not bad if you like paying to scare yourself so go for it! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And Jonathan was scared! Ahahahahaha! -Covers eyes- 'Shit, its coming its coming.' HAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, i shouldnt be laughing at him. Sh, Dawn. (: So after that, we headed to Mind Cafe. (: A first for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was a pretty cool place, its good overall. (: Good service, good seating, good temperature, good blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I only didnt like the lighting. But thats redundant. So yea, haha. I found out about this game called Anti-Monopoly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHA. Retarded right! Yea, basically its force your opponent to bankruptcy! But we played Snorta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Basically it has to do with animal noises and remember each others animal noise, the exact same way the do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Imagine the hilarity of it all! It must've been a joke to watch. Especially watching Lester go meow meow! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Because you're supposed to voice the sound of the person which opened the matching card with you, basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So JonathanKhoh &amp;amp; Lester's cards matched, they started pointing at each other, went OHOHOHOHOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And Khoh went 'Meow meow meow!!!!!!' Which was Lester's animal sound, &amp;amp; Lester followed. Hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And alot of other retarded stuff! Which would be too lengthy to detail anyway, but it was very very funny. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Emyi had to do a forfeit, we wanted her to kiss a guy at the table! Or ask a stranger, a guy, for his number!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But in the end, we stuck with standing up, shouting 'Hey! Touch my body! Whoa!' Haha! She did it thrice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And we made her go to the waiter, cause Jonathan wanted to change his lime juice to coke, so we wanted her to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;'Can i have a cock please?' Omg, it was darned sick. :/ And alot of crazy stuff happened. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Like when i threw the frog at Marcus, it went for a swim under the couch and never came back. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And new nicknames for many other people. :D Right, Grandma Chicken? Haha, it was a jolly fun time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Lets do it again someday! So after that, we headed off to play pool at Parklane. Mankit came over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You should see how noob we looked, seriously noob. So lets skip the horrifying details and move on. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jonathan, Lester &amp;amp; Binhui left. OH YAH! Marcus agreed to take a picture with Binhui but not Jieyun! Ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Loser, Jieyun. :/ So anyway, after they left, we headed to Plaza sing for shaved ice. It was goo-oooood. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And Marcus called the fishes in the fish tanks sashimi. -.- Such a retard, aye. And that was about it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was a unglam, fun and memorable day. :D Oh and we payed 5 dollars for a cup of coke. ): Losers, right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay yea anyway, today was fine. :D Had a good day with Lyn, aye? :D Girl talk, and she got kinky on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Such a bee-tch! She got so kinky on Joyce as well! And Joyce tried to make me kinky cause she was kinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Such a loser, she failed. Haha, and i hid her wallet, balanced it on my foot, and she didnt know. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yeaa, Sara is a big bundle of joy to be around as well. :D Then me &amp;amp; Jieyun went to goof off at J8. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh yes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Yong Mingquan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dont blame me for not being there for your partay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wasnt invited. ): But i hope you still remember me kk! I dont think you do though. ): This kinda friend, tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, yea yea yea. I need Yusofs, wondering how to get them. Cant even work, dumbass school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Exams are from 29 April to 14 May, what the heck right, seriously. But i really want to do well, help me? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I must learn to be hardworking like Jonathan Khoh! Not. Okay, Good Friday outing guys! I want i want! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And, 2009 is coming along perfectly perfect. Valleys in life are inevitable, just gotta take them in stride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thank you Lyn, Joyce, Qiyin, Isaac, Adha, Donal, Alex, Sara, Sharmeel, Jeremiah, Lihern and Phyllis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Small parts played, big parts played, you still played a part. You cared for me. Thank you. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why do we push away the guys that make us smile, b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ut fight so hard for those that make us cry? - Bin's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just a little food for thought. :D I think many people will agree on this, right ladies? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All the single ladies all the single ladies! OHOHOH. Kiss me through the phone, kiss me through the phone! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well i hoped that since we're here anyway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could end up saying things we've always needed to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we could end up stringing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the story's played out like this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a paperback novel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits instead of a hollywood horror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-5185700097339597886?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5185700097339597886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=5185700097339597886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5185700097339597886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5185700097339597886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-says-i-look-damn-malay-really-mango.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdyCHKM24eI/AAAAAAAABDg/FKUrvLVtH2c/s72-c/SDC12218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-7364013615023434939</id><published>2009-04-07T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:39:06.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdq4yzxVVAI/AAAAAAAABAo/NrB-czbGvtg/s1600-h/Water+Baptism,+March+o2..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321769092721759234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdq4yzxVVAI/AAAAAAAABAo/NrB-czbGvtg/s400/Water+Baptism,+March+o2..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart breaks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hell-oh funky Martians living on Earth! Omg, the pictures.. horrible. HAHA. :/ Okay. Whatever, it has some of the people that have stood by me, so blah! :D Todays e-learning! No school! But me &amp;amp; Lyn woke up with our eyes so tired we couldnt see properly, HAHA. And im done with E-learning! With the exception of Math which i'll probably leave 29384789645023984 blanks anyway! :x Also, am going out later. :D Jieyun&amp;amp;Emyi's birthday. Going to watch either Shinjuku[s?] incident or Unborn. &amp;amp;%^ #$$%&amp;amp; I dont wanna watch Unborn! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And im supposed to watch Shinjuku Incident with Brandon and some others. :x But whatever. :D Can always watch twice, yeayea? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hm, past few days have been.. indescribable. Haha, i like Clarke Quay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who wants to go chill there with me? :D Oh yea, Matthew Charlene and Melissa still owe me a day of chilling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You buffaloes! Pfft. Easters coming, Good fridays coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wonder what im gonna be doing. Its so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i cant ask for anything. 'Will you have me back?' Hahaha, so not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, Dawn has been dumb, very very dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But like what Jieyun &amp;amp; I said yesterday, your fate is in your own hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And of course, in God's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But you make the decisions, you path your life. So.. I need to learn to be wise. I need to learn to not be blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Btw, Kimora Lee Simmons has one of the largest collection of Louis Vuitton in the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And she said 'I have so much Louis Vuitton its obscene!' Omg, give me! LOL. Me &amp;amp; Jieyun went BHG,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And we saw this super pretty Sembonia and Carlo Rino wallet! And a m)phosis tote bag caught my eye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wo yao! :x But i dont have Yusofs. ): So friggin broke. Still have to buy gifts. Birthdays shouldnt exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wait, thats a lie. :D Okay. Anyway, i just wanna say thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Joyce, Lyn, Isaac and Qiyin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thank you. For being there for me these past few days. For giving me advice, for just hearing me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know what you guys are saying, i'll think properly. But for now, its all good. I just hope things'll stay good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love you, thank you thank you thank you. You guys are the &lt;em&gt;loveliest&lt;/em&gt; people. :D Its nice to have friends. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But true friends are hard to find.. And my dads angry. For what?! Omg, what did i do. -.- Irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, ahh.. Dont wanna continue. :D Byebyebyebyebyebyebyebye, okay shut up Dawn, BYE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dear You, can i have my family back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My Dad, can i have my family back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My King, can i have my family back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My love, can i have my family back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My Lord, can i have my family back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My friend, can i have my family back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My you, can i have my family back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-7364013615023434939?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7364013615023434939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=7364013615023434939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7364013615023434939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7364013615023434939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-heart-breaks.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sdq4yzxVVAI/AAAAAAAABAo/NrB-czbGvtg/s72-c/Water+Baptism,+March+o2..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-479835500461754843</id><published>2009-04-05T02:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:37:38.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You. The one and only you. Whats wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know. I know im annoying. Yes, i am. FYI, i never cried like this in my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I went Hilltop. Cause i needed a break from everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To feel like my world was tipsy, to have my head throbbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To cry like shit and sob and let the tears flow like no one's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It felt like crap. Coming to the realization that our love might cease to exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All i wanted to do was take a cab down to your place. And remind you of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The us that went to went to watch Coming Soon and i hid in your shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The us that went to Henderson Wave and sorted out our conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The us that took countless bus rides and loved every minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The us that went to Flyer and and saw the beautiful scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The us that watched many movies and laughed, cried and got bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The us that ran in the rain and just laughed about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The us that went through two nights together and only got closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The us that was in a little bubble of our very own. And nothing could cut through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every minute, i dont regret. It hurts with every single heartbeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i know i cant cry anymore. All i want is your adorable smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i know with your joy, my desires will be void. I just want you to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even if it takes all of me. I just want you to be alive again. I just want to see that you i knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every decision you make, i'll respect. Every word you say &amp;amp; ever said, i'll remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The good times and the bad times. That made us who we are. And i'll never forget that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-479835500461754843?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/479835500461754843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=479835500461754843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/479835500461754843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/479835500461754843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/you.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-1840315220151988218</id><published>2009-04-04T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:39:44.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Im in love with you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one who wants a Caramel Frappe, Triple Chocolate B&amp;amp;J's and a double cheeseburger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Such a bitch. :x KIDDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1840315220151988218?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1840315220151988218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1840315220151988218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1840315220151988218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1840315220151988218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-love-with-you-one-who-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-4047719547012996936</id><published>2009-04-04T11:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:01:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdbVUyKCQXI/AAAAAAAABAY/7AJnrKTKJn0/s1600-h/AW1NLF6CAZG9UI8CAUR9U0LCA7CCWQ1CA0ZUJ8LCA2O0DBHCAO0NPMDCAWDY9W5CAK42181CA8H5ZM3CAPKYVIHCA9DHR3WCABAQP6FCAZAOP38CAB829F7CAIADCMACAURP37ICATWE89KCA9QWPIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320674562822783346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdbVUyKCQXI/AAAAAAAABAY/7AJnrKTKJn0/s400/AW1NLF6CAZG9UI8CAUR9U0LCA7CCWQ1CA0ZUJ8LCA2O0DBHCAO0NPMDCAWDY9W5CAK42181CA8H5ZM3CAPKYVIHCA9DHR3WCABAQP6FCAZAOP38CAB829F7CAIADCMACAURP37ICATWE89KCA9QWPIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else? Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more? Before your life is over.&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate? Are you sick of everyone around.&lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies. While deep inside you're bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;No you dont know what its like, when nothing feels all right.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, to be me. To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down, to feel like you've been pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down, and no one's there to save you .&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like. Welcome to my life.&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face, and no one ever stabbed you in the back.&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay. - Welcome to my life, Simple Plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shall not elaborate. Well, yesterday was Sports Day, i shall not hide the pain. Responsibility has gone from heroes to zeros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;They wont even cheer anymore. Ever since the senoirs graduated, Responsibility house is seriously pathetic. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, shan't lament about that. At least i had a good time. :D I think i found a temporary cure for pain. (: Its called 'craziness.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha! But i really am serious. Being crazy and just getting high really helped me forget all the pain and hurts, for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So yea, its pretty good, i didnt feel empty, thats even better. &lt;em&gt;And Joyce, i love you! True friends are hard to find. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Responsiblity's 6 year cheerleading champion record's gone. Haha, but i think they did good anyway. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;After sports day, headed to Hub with Joyce, Sara, Lyn, Jieyun, Joseph &amp;amp; MarcusKwan. Ate dinner, went home. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, no. I forgot the part when we were goofing around. Sara's head got stuck in a plastic bag, a Mos Burger plastic bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, and so did Joyce's and Lyn's. It was funnnnnnyyyyyyyy! Had a pretty good time with clique and all. (: So yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also ran 2.4 yesterday, it was horrible! But i think i passed. :D Got this crazy pain in the right side of my stomach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Made me cry. Irritating. Pfft. Then got all dizzy and giddy, which Lyn got too. Then suffered from headache the whole day. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, we also showered in school! And i think its damn good to shower after 2.4. Haha, it feels so darn good, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the school showers arent that bad! :D And at J8, Lyn and Sharmeel &amp;amp; Bin played wrestling. Not literally, animation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where the whole world could see them. And Lyn&amp;amp;Sharmeel got thrashed. Haha! Go Undertaker! :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;We all did some dumb stuff. (: And i got free trips everywhere! Cause my darned ez-link card kept showing invalid. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH OH OH. 'Brilliant! Just Brilliant! Thats it. Thats it! Fine lah! Fine! Brilliant lor! Brilliant!' Haha. Go Sherlyn! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, life has been filled with alot of hoo-ha. Sigh. Ah, thinking about alot right now. Shan't blog, too wordy. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH YEAH. Im in loooooooooooooooooooove. With Adam Lambert &amp;amp; Kris Allen! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And to make this blogpost more meaningful, i learnt that trust is extremely important in all friendships and relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its hard to trust, and trust is hard to earn and easily broken. But without trust, nothing'll work out right. Really. Sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going through extremely tough times right now. Yet, i cant find anyone to turn to. And im losing those dearest to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why're you doing this to me, life? Why're you allowing this to happen, God? Im certainly not that strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me, I made my mistakes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got no where to run, the night goes on as  I'm fading away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick of this life, I just wanna scream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this happen to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's screaming, I try to make a sound but no one hears me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm slipping off the edge, I'm hanging by a thread I wanna start this over again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't explain what happened, and I can't erase the things that I've done &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4047719547012996936?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4047719547012996936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4047719547012996936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4047719547012996936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4047719547012996936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-wanna-be-somebody-else-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdbVUyKCQXI/AAAAAAAABAY/7AJnrKTKJn0/s72-c/AW1NLF6CAZG9UI8CAUR9U0LCA7CCWQ1CA0ZUJ8LCA2O0DBHCAO0NPMDCAWDY9W5CAK42181CA8H5ZM3CAPKYVIHCA9DHR3WCABAQP6FCAZAOP38CAB829F7CAIADCMACAURP37ICATWE89KCA9QWPIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-3209651662822174531</id><published>2009-04-01T17:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:49:11.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdMz2P86oWI/AAAAAAAABAA/j27KWvsMBL8/s1600-h/A4SN5ELCAIM1CCYCA53UW03CAAGIOHRCAXS70WDCA233SY8CADCQYFQCA01VQ5RCAE53UVCCA5XXQ9WCAM23JV4CALEMNZ5CA3M76L6CA49XYEJCAQRQZI6CAWGF8T0CA5C6RSVCASK6G8FCAJVDVZ4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319652591942672738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdMz2P86oWI/AAAAAAAABAA/j27KWvsMBL8/s320/A4SN5ELCAIM1CCYCA53UW03CAAGIOHRCAXS70WDCA233SY8CADCQYFQCA01VQ5RCAE53UVCCA5XXQ9WCAM23JV4CALEMNZ5CA3M76L6CA49XYEJCAQRQZI6CAWGF8T0CA5C6RSVCASK6G8FCAJVDVZ4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Good day world. Im at Starbucks with Mister Kau, after one day of horrifying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Internet failure, &lt;a href="mailto:Wireless@SG"&gt;Wireless@SG&lt;/a&gt; has learnt to love me too! :D Xoxoxoxox. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, im in a better mood today. Though all those screwed up sec ones ruined my day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But after all, the lesser the pain, the easier i get through the day, so good for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im gonna go work on my geography project soon, but a little summary about my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The morning was fun, after pranking Sherlyn, oh sorry, i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLS. :D Anyway, i told Lyn i fell and there was alot of blood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then alot of crapsxzxzxzxz, so Lyn was worried. Then i said.. Hahahaahah, Happy April Fools. :/ Hahaaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then i pranked Donal that i had dengue and was in the hospital. (: And he said he wont care about me anymore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i pranked Adha as well, saying that i had pierced my tongue. (: And he wanted to kill me. ): Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I oh-so-love April Fools. :D Well, i pranked Mr Oh too! I walked into class saying 'Mr Oh! Never zip your pants!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He looked down and said 'REALLY?', then i said, happy april fools. (: And i did horrible things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I took Indah's bag and hung it outside, she didnt know at all! Til like, an hour later. And i took Lyn's Frank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Put it on top of the whiteboard, but she got mad. ): So i pranked Younice instead, taking out all her pens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Returning her the empty pencil case and putting the stationery one by one on top of the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was funny seeing them jump for the stuff, shorties, HAHA. :/ Im tall! (: Being self-confident here! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So yea, thats about it.. It was good while it lasted. Didnt have a good laugh though, thats the bad thing bout today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've learnt that i have to laugh everyday! Laughing certainly eases my pain, my hurts.Yea, i need to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So i'll end here, i might post again. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've stopped hoping for your texts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've given up on the sweet talk and honeyed words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im sticking to cold, flat reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The reality that you broke me, without knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;/Edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im home. And everything's hurting all over again. I know i know i know, Dawn, dont think, give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dont tell me all this shit, guys. My heart says dont give up, im not giving up, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is for you. I wanted to meet you today, to pass you some important stuff, important to me, maybe not for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im not gonna ask you out for awhile, unless you ask me then of course i'll agree, but im not asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I just realized you've changed in a span of one week. How fragile can we get? Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This hurt im feeling, is the exact same pain that lasted two years. But because of you, it went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But now, you're bringing me back to the same nightmare. The same pain, the same void feeling day in, day out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im being self-centered now, being not concerned about you now, being all me me me now. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i dont want to feel this way, i want you back. I want us back. You found me, i lost you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is for all of you, im not Dawn anymore. Im not happy, im not joyful, im not happy-go-lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im hurt, im broken. Dawn's gone, i cant find her anymore. I wonder, who's living this life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant find any strength to go on, to say 'dont worry, he/she will realize it someday, press on.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant find any strength to say 'Dawn, the pain wont last, love to your best. Be the best you can be.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant find any strength to say, 'Dawn, you treat others the way you want them to treat you. Do it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No, i cant. All im feeling now is down down down down down. All i can do now is watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss the old Dawn, i miss the way i wanted to treat others to my best, i miss all i had. I miss you, i miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im sick and tired, deep down i just want to give up. But i know if i give up, i wont be able to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant live without you. What else can i do but tolerate, what else can i do but love even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its hard for me to look at the mirror every morning and see my reflection, its harder to see my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want you back. I want us back. I want everything back. But is it possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its been days since i've smiled from my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Days since you made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Did you realize? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do you sense my pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You have yet to answer my numorous questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im left with a heart full on raw wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh by the way, thanks for being part of my departure, all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;/Re-edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just now, Mister Kau said BK once told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'When it comes to backsliding, never give up on that person. Keep that person informed. Sometimes, they just need attention.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think this is something very true and that will help alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even after Mister Kau left for 2 months, his cg is still texting him from then to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But i guess im not so blessed to have that. No more texts from any of you, i guess once again, im forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;By the people most dear to me. Amazing, Dawn. You're that detestful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3209651662822174531?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3209651662822174531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3209651662822174531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3209651662822174531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3209651662822174531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-day-world.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdMz2P86oWI/AAAAAAAABAA/j27KWvsMBL8/s72-c/A4SN5ELCAIM1CCYCA53UW03CAAGIOHRCAXS70WDCA233SY8CADCQYFQCA01VQ5RCAE53UVCCA5XXQ9WCAM23JV4CALEMNZ5CA3M76L6CA49XYEJCAQRQZI6CAWGF8T0CA5C6RSVCASK6G8FCAJVDVZ4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-5237148899153743518</id><published>2009-03-31T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:36.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIjhZfvgpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/nUclRSma9IQ/s1600-h/Vampire+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319353166564655762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIjhZfvgpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/nUclRSma9IQ/s320/Vampire+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIjhGFCKJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/1OwO6M9LVsc/s1600-h/Laughing+Ways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319353161352358034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIjhGFCKJI/AAAAAAAAA_w/1OwO6M9LVsc/s320/Laughing+Ways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIjg8d51uI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ziZ4kJNwIwg/s1600-h/JK,Gabriel,Lester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319353158772315874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIjg8d51uI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ziZ4kJNwIwg/s320/JK,Gabriel,Lester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;See the picture of Edward Cullen? Heres a joke with it. 'How do you slow down a vampire?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Stick a fan in his face. :D And theres also the three hottest stars, Gabriel, Jonathan &amp;amp; Lester. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Last but not least, my drawings of the most amusing laughing methods. ROFL &amp;amp; LMAO. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And, I WANT A RING. Boo. :/ Kay, done crapping. Oh one last joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How do you identify a ahbeng in class? He's the one that erases off his notes when the teacher erases the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;SHHHHHUSSSSHHH; BK's blog. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-5237148899153743518?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5237148899153743518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=5237148899153743518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5237148899153743518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5237148899153743518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/see-picture-of-edward-cullen-heres-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIjhZfvgpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/nUclRSma9IQ/s72-c/Vampire+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-6568541008777367626</id><published>2009-03-31T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:27:27.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIV3oTvOvI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tjSJccJYNVs/s1600-h/A093BCHCA4RB9VCCAH8PGDXCACUABSFCANA0M28CAHF56VKCA9Y3TAZCA9Z2BL6CA2NRJ7FCAGX2W7QCALXQANYCAHG7GI6CA27A7HPCASD1X4ACAY3613CCA2W81PDCAYW4QIOCA6C4GOZCADMVSIB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319338155335170802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIV3oTvOvI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tjSJccJYNVs/s320/A093BCHCA4RB9VCCAH8PGDXCACUABSFCANA0M28CAHF56VKCA9Y3TAZCA9Z2BL6CA2NRJ7FCAGX2W7QCALXQANYCAHG7GI6CA27A7HPCASD1X4ACAY3613CCA2W81PDCAYW4QIOCA6C4GOZCADMVSIB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dreams become reality. Ha, something im hearing on televesion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, today is a averagely perfect day. (: After speaking with Alex yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After speaking with Donal today, despite their lousy advice and same comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have let loose a little bit, not thinking so much, being less depressed of course. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I stayed back in school with Sara, Sherlyn, Joyce, Sharmeel, Binhui, Jieyun &amp;amp; Emyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was a good laugh, i must say. (: And we ordered Macdonald's in school again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, we found out that Sherlyn has alot of bad habits. :/ And we made ChungAn drink 'strawberry milk'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was actually a mixture of Milo, Chicken Pasta, Bandung, Macaroni and Soya Bean. :/ Haha! That was coolio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, todays definately a better day. Hopefully, tomorrow will too. I also had a good time chilling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;While MrKau studied, at Coffee Bean. :B I played this game called Mahjong Titans, not bad not bad. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I also made a sign for my mum's shop! Im so proud of myself! :D Also, i havent used singlish in awhile. Yay me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, Qiyin's gone for OBS, so thats one person to live without, ouch. :/ And&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;will only be back in days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I hope things will turn around. Sigh. Im in a dilemma. I hear the whoosing of the whirlwind around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I need to learn to be less dependant and reliant on people. Dawn needs to learn to not bug people and make people spend every day of their lives with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dawn needs change. Personality, character. Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There she goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There she goes again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT TO GO OBS! Shit Guangyang. PFFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-6568541008777367626?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6568541008777367626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=6568541008777367626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6568541008777367626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6568541008777367626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreams-become-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SdIV3oTvOvI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tjSJccJYNVs/s72-c/A093BCHCA4RB9VCCAH8PGDXCACUABSFCANA0M28CAHF56VKCA9Y3TAZCA9Z2BL6CA2NRJ7FCAGX2W7QCALXQANYCAHG7GI6CA27A7HPCASD1X4ACAY3613CCA2W81PDCAYW4QIOCA6C4GOZCADMVSIB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-6761847143623326193</id><published>2009-03-29T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:58:55.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sc98vhnF20I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cNcwgayWiHk/s1600-h/AUCQD0NCA9PBRGDCA5G240RCA08LLHOCAVV3954CAZ7XYAGCA9XZV5YCAO1SS9OCAF182LTCAEFUU0ICAU3MR72CAJD5ECACA5G4YN1CAGYW79ACA3YCV5VCA9EU6JSCASW3AK5CAZ9YGMECAY9U6JR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318606840865872706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sc98vhnF20I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cNcwgayWiHk/s320/AUCQD0NCA9PBRGDCA5G240RCA08LLHOCAVV3954CAZ7XYAGCA9XZV5YCAO1SS9OCAF182LTCAEFUU0ICAU3MR72CAJD5ECACA5G4YN1CAGYW79ACA3YCV5VCA9EU6JSCASW3AK5CAZ9YGMECAY9U6JR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just when the tears are rolling down my cheeks, everyone abandons me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So this is how it feels like to be emotional? This is how it feels like to be a pest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now i'll stop cursing rats and insects. Cause i completely know how they feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Giving up is like a jump off a cliff. I give up and its like im jumping to my death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whens that rope gonna pull me back again. I dont wanna screw my life up this young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Although i already have. Losing CA, Qiyin, and now him. How perfect can my life get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I dont ask for your 365 days. I ask for assurance. Im letting go. Not gonna ask anyone out for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gonna be bottling up again. Its the better choice, i believe. In two days, 10 breakdowns. I believe is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont wanna hurt, i dont care if life is a roller coaster, im getting off this roller coaster. Im facing the damn knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My mum wont talk to me now cause she's mad at me for shit. And so is my dad, so that makes everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Perfect, Dawn. See what you have done, Dawn. Screw you, Dawn. I've had enough of you, Dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You screw yourself up. You deserve this. No one's gonna come to your rescue, so just go away, Dawn. Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-6761847143623326193?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6761847143623326193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=6761847143623326193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6761847143623326193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6761847143623326193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-when-tears-are-rolling-down-my.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sc98vhnF20I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cNcwgayWiHk/s72-c/AUCQD0NCA9PBRGDCA5G240RCA08LLHOCAVV3954CAZ7XYAGCA9XZV5YCAO1SS9OCAF182LTCAEFUU0ICAU3MR72CAJD5ECACA5G4YN1CAGYW79ACA3YCV5VCA9EU6JSCASW3AK5CAZ9YGMECAY9U6JR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-2783007993023851597</id><published>2009-03-29T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:09:23.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I cant find the damn strength to stand up, im breaking apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Staying at home the whole day isnt helping my emotional breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;From yesterday til today, breaking down nine times isnt helping me much either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You tell me then dont cry, and its supposed to be easy? Im a girl, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have emotions, and i have a heart. They all tell me to be strong. I cant keep on staying strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I try, i do. But when i experience something like that, you dont expect me to stay strong, you just dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;One week, just one week. And we have become this. Tomorrows special, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But maybe it'll be a train wreck. You dont seem to care at all. I wonder if things will change from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wonder what you're thinking about what i said in the previous post, wonder if things will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For the past few days, i've been living a nightmare. After speaking with Bernard and hearing what he had to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After sitting at the back and looking at the people i sacrificed my life for, after hearing Daniel and what he told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I feel like im stuck in a this whirlwind of crazy happenings. I dont know what to do right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After reading Charlene &amp;amp; Melissa's blog, it hurts even much more. After you came back, it hurts even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its like everything anyone says right now pierces through my heart, my very alive heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Things are screwing up before my very eyes. My life is coming to a halt infront of a threatening knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And when im most vulnerable, you're. not. here. I dont wanna irritate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I wanna give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its trying to know what i mean to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What i wouldnt give for you to be next to me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wish you understood how im feeling, how much i need someone here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wish you know how i do not want to break down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But its killing me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;From the inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.S. I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-2783007993023851597?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2783007993023851597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=2783007993023851597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2783007993023851597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2783007993023851597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-find-damn-strength-to-stand-up.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-3655687442495105166</id><published>2009-03-29T07:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:23:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sc64gJU0tZI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hAZxS7S1UTE/s1600-h/A79AUHACAUMA06TCAH3550RCAKW911FCABF5EQ9CA7UP3ATCA7IDAONCADM91TACAXH98OJCAXXPHJ8CA2ZKXO6CAF2OA1HCA96NRXJCAZ5O82HCAJRZ1N6CAVPREZ8CA655ECSCA26QRHHCAY8GXFL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318391072369718674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sc64gJU0tZI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hAZxS7S1UTE/s320/A79AUHACAUMA06TCAH3550RCAKW911FCABF5EQ9CA7UP3ATCA7IDAONCADM91TACAXH98OJCAXXPHJ8CA2ZKXO6CAF2OA1HCA96NRXJCAZ5O82HCAJRZ1N6CAVPREZ8CA655ECSCA26QRHHCAY8GXFL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unrequited love isnt meant to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont know what to say, or what to do. As usual, im at a loss for words. And anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Words can barely express how im feeling. A week has gone by in the blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chaos has taken over my life. The turmoil of feelings i experience everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All i want is a listening ear, and a shoulder to cry on. Or should i say, your listening ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your shoulder to cry on. So much has changed between us since the very first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss how you would love me despite my inhibitions. I miss how we were sweet. It seems like things are fading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hate it when you dont reply me when i tell you how i feel. I hate it when i share my life with you and you dont seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hate it when things screw up around me and you're not there. I hate it when i cry and i know that you dont see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At times, you're cold and indifferent. So much so that i can predict what you're gonna reply. It hurts, big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It hurts to know that im not what you are to me. You are my life. I am a part of your life. Thats a big difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I said i tend to overlook flaws, but this is just simply hurting too much. I cant read your mind, my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont wanna be clingy and a pest, but i just wish i knew you more. You dont share anything with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And yet, i open up so much to you. Its not easy, it really isnt. It takes me courage and sheer pain to open up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But because of how i treasure you, i choose to. I can say that i love you too much. Yes, i believe i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tell me if im saying anything unreasonable here, i will listen. And i will change. Im sorry she's everything im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But im very very sure i love you more than she does. Love. My definition is making the person you love smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No matter what pains it takes you, no matter how much it hurts you. You love someone, you make him/her smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yesterday, a friend shared with me a story of her sister's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Her sister's boyfriend is married, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And yet he chooses to stay with her despite having a wife. And at home, his wife waits up for him every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cooks for him. Asks no questions when he arrives home at 5 in the morning and massages him before he sleeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Does she love him to much? I think she does. But she just wants him to be happy, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So, are you happy? A question i've asked time and time again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If it has to be like that, then i'd rather not lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Like the wife; she'd rather keep him by her side than make a fuss about it and lose him all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But somehow, there are many things i would like to be able to share with you. Not just the physical things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It feels like im going out with a stranger, i only know one side of you. And it ends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, i dont know what to do anymore. Dawn will be Dawn, only knowing how to bottle it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I tried, i really really tried. But as cliche as it goes, it takes two hands to clap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dare say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im easy to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just love me tender and share your life with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Am i that hard to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a good look at my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll see my smile looks out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, look a little bit closer and its easy to trace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tracks of my tears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need you, need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside im masquerading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside my hope is fading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a clown since you put me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My smile is my make up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wear since my break up with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The tracks of my tears, Smokey Robinson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3655687442495105166?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3655687442495105166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3655687442495105166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3655687442495105166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3655687442495105166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/unrequited-love-isnt-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sc64gJU0tZI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/hAZxS7S1UTE/s72-c/A79AUHACAUMA06TCAH3550RCAKW911FCABF5EQ9CA7UP3ATCA7IDAONCADM91TACAXH98OJCAXXPHJ8CA2ZKXO6CAF2OA1HCA96NRXJCAZ5O82HCAJRZ1N6CAVPREZ8CA655ECSCA26QRHHCAY8GXFL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-3710404297490021566</id><published>2009-03-26T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:53:44.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sct2u73ZyoI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9_Dxf2N56uk/s1600-h/CopyofDSC02345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317474333757131394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sct2u73ZyoI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9_Dxf2N56uk/s400/CopyofDSC02345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Memories, all alone in the moonlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hey world. Im feeling so melancholic right now. Everything is just starting to hurt hurt hurt. Its very annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Moving on, i just watched I Am Legend, yes i know im a noob! Pfft. Its so freaky, can! Yuck, shouldnt have. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But it's quite a interesting story with a ridiculous storyline. Almost cried, but i couldnt, my dad called me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, i think the saddest part was when he had to kill his dog. And also when he decided to give up his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That part was very touching, and he's kinda handsome! :/ Im scared now. ): Of zombies! AHHHH, like L4D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And im watching Dont Forget The Lyrics now! Its a little bit lame. :o Never watched before, YES IM NOOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, school today was cool! Diana Koh called me defensive, i really think i am! Alot of people have said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She said, 'Suwanie, your hair..' Then i went, 'What i do?!' Then she said, 'I was just about to praise you!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And yadda yadda. Haha, thats funny okay. But her tone was very you-are-so-screwed and so was her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe thats just her natural look&amp;amp;tone. :x Sherlyn agreed with me okay! Haha, the guy on DFTL is singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Compared to American Idol? Chickenvoice dude. Pfft, haha. America's got talent! :D Whatever whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jieyun said she prefers Japanese, asking why does everyone love caucasians, they're just so hot! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sherlyn wants to see the northern lights like me! Northern lights/Aurora. (: Aurora, haha. Miss you guys. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I shall not rant about that now! Shush, Dawn, shush. Lemme think more about what happened today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;OH YEA, got to see Sueanne, been long. :D Haha, okay.. Anything else? Doubt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tomorrow am going to watch Shopaholic with JonathanKhoh,Lester,Xunman,Jieyun,Emyi,Younice, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hope it works well and will be super duper fun! SHOPAHOLIC! Hm, okay, nothing much left to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh yes, this is for all Hope people. Whenever i talk to you guys, outside, not just on Saturdays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I feel like theres this bond between us. Something different about the way i talk to you guys, am with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont know if its like that for you, but its like theres this special bond. Like as i was talking to Bernard today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I saw him at J8, and ran after him like some crazy fan. Which i am not. But yea, theres this bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hm. Hope the bond stays. ): Bye people. Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3710404297490021566?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3710404297490021566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3710404297490021566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3710404297490021566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3710404297490021566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/memories-all-alone-in-moonlight.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sct2u73ZyoI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9_Dxf2N56uk/s72-c/CopyofDSC02345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-2527629957942730181</id><published>2009-03-25T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:36:56.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scoy7mKT96I/AAAAAAAAA_A/y4x_GAF2yfQ/s1600-h/Evildude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317118309501761442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scoy7mKT96I/AAAAAAAAA_A/y4x_GAF2yfQ/s400/Evildude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scoyz0NRZJI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ZNxKDD6rbP4/s1600-h/Superdude..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317118175833318546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scoyz0NRZJI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ZNxKDD6rbP4/s400/Superdude..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is what happens when you talk to great friends and just chillax. And what happens when you learn how to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How to upload MSN conversations into BLOGGGERRRR. Im happy now. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Superman is my new love.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-2527629957942730181?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2527629957942730181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=2527629957942730181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2527629957942730181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2527629957942730181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-what-happens-when-you-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scoy7mKT96I/AAAAAAAAA_A/y4x_GAF2yfQ/s72-c/Evildude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-6727363488397662829</id><published>2009-03-25T19:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:54:39.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScoUeQruM2I/AAAAAAAAA-w/78Ux1Ju7zag/s1600-h/1_242310498l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317084820171273058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScoUeQruM2I/AAAAAAAAA-w/78Ux1Ju7zag/s320/1_242310498l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everything i lived for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im done, i am. Looking at all these old pictures make me plain nostalgic and deeply hurt. Char,dearest, i read your blog. I know completely what you're getting at. I know its not worth it, but im choosing to stay with God, not leaving God. This is the first im publicly declaring this, so i should just go on. Im leaving not because you people exclude me, not just because i feel unwanted, constantly being forgotten and all that other stuff i said yesterday. They were true and part of the reasons why im leaving, but theres so much more to why im leaving. I remember the promises i made, the words i said. I know im letting you people down, and i know some people are going the extra mile. Cant you see how hurt and upset i am? Cant you see how broken i am? Cut me some slack, please. I want and need a complete, whole break. I know if im not doing well spiritually, i should stay on and re-fan my passion, and build up on everything again. But this is what i have to say. I Am Fine Spiritually. Im Still As Close To God As Ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im Keeping My Spiritual Maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Note this, when i come back someday, i'll be even more spiritually mature then i am now. Bring th test on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im not shitting about this, really am not. I may be not as 'holy' as i was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but i know who my God is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know how real He is, i know whats right whats wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;whats God's timing, what's in His Word. I. Know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My sheep are the only thing that have kept me going when im super super down, now, the CG under me is as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But tell me, people, have i lost all these? Yes, i have. Maybe not my sheep but i can keep my sheep close like friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But the CG that kept me going, gone. I made that happen to me, so blame me. Yes, okay. Whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im just very extremely elated that KCP has hit their goals and is finally completed. That makes me content enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And right now, im gonna leave. I've had enough, I AM DONE. I miss those people who cared for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Those people who cared for me enough to catch me when i fell, to hear my heartfelt thoughts, allowed me to open up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss those talks outside Meridien with Brandon, at Oasis with Brandon, at X29 with Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It makes me wanna cry, wanna throw a fit, wanna rewind time. &lt;strong&gt;Brandon&lt;/strong&gt;, i remember what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Forever, i will. Remember this? 'Dont give up, xiao jie.' You dont know how awful i feel by giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're one person that has made a major impact on my life, that made me push myself so hard i cry myself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Losing you as my leader, losing the chance of having you lead me when i rise up in leadership, that hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But letting you down, going back on the words i say, that breaks me. So all i can say is, im sorry. Truly deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hope you read this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If anyone wants to know why, &lt;a href="mailto:bananasandcrazylittlenuts-@live.com.sg"&gt;bananasandcrazylittlenuts-@live.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; is where i'll be willing to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im accountable for each and every of my actions. And im extremely sorry for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To my dearest MOS, i miss you guys so much. Seeing your pictures everywhere without me, my heart just breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im no longer a part of you guys, so all i can say is that you guys gotta pull up your socks &amp;amp; lead well okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People are depending on you. And to the most lovely Impact. The pacts we made, the meetings we had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss them so much. So so very much. Always be sure of your identity and keep those smiles yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, super long post. Yea, whatever it is.. I do hope that i'll keep those friends i love so much. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, today had NAPFA, it was fine. And the DM rocks, 3e5 lets petition to change Diana Koh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, whatever, today was a fine day. Tomorrow will be a better day. Yea, i hope it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bye people. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're gone til Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What day is it? And in what month?This clock never seemed so aliveI can't keep up and I can't back downI've been losing so much timeWha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What day is it? And in what time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This clock never seems so alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant keep out and i can back down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've been losing so much time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-6727363488397662829?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6727363488397662829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=6727363488397662829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6727363488397662829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6727363488397662829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-i-lived-for.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScoUeQruM2I/AAAAAAAAA-w/78Ux1Ju7zag/s72-c/1_242310498l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-8852161841223357758</id><published>2009-03-24T21:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:13:01.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scjhzqy51rI/AAAAAAAAA-o/NQvjLmUqLcE/s1600-h/1_201845814l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316747637888243378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scjhzqy51rI/AAAAAAAAA-o/NQvjLmUqLcE/s320/1_201845814l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IMPACT, Remember this? At all?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello. Im feeling super stressed and emotional right now. Dont feel like Dawn at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe cause nothing Dawn-ish has been happening nowadays, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, shall be a baby later on. (: Today was a pretty fun day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Class was quiet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I did my POA homework. :D And so on and so forth, and Jonathan was called a..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;SUCKLING PIG. :D And Sherlyn, a laughing hippo. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sherlyn got so totally punked during reccess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We pulled off her rubber band, passed it around everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;hrew it around, made her catch, made her jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then, we took her phone, took out the phone, threw the pouch at her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;made her chase around the round table for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then she forgot her wallet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;we passed it to Syahindah and in the end it was returned to her still. Haha, poor thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, after school, Jieyun skipped netball, AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So did many others, haha. We went for lunch at Macs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All those Sec1's should seriously shit themselves laaaaa, no respect at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And the way they stare, my gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I will poke your eyeballs out, i tell you! Pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, Joyce, Sara, Jieyun, Sherlyn &amp;amp; I headed to Cartel to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I ordered the Urban Bread Pudding and we had a good laugh at Cafe Cartel, like seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sherlyn is mad. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And Joyce is crazy, Sara is psychotic and Jieyun is plain retarded. :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So yaaaa. Coordinate Geometry test tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Should just throw myself into strong currents and go decompose, pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, today was a fun day, in some ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So on my way home, i was thinking.. How much i miss being in MOS, how much i miss the old Impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I doubt many of the people will read this but i hope many of you do, i really miss MOS and Impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont wanna go away, you know? But you people leave me with no choice. I feel so friggin excluded now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I cant bear to go back. I havent officially left and you guys have stopped messaging about MOS meets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who knows i might think it through and choose to pull up my socks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I havent even officially left and i stopped receiving notice about Impact meets, i havent even officially left and i stopped receiving texts about CAREGROUP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For goodness sake, im still alive, i still know whats going on, im still here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yet you guys treat it like im not here anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So i should just go away and stop feeling so hurt, so unwanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The treatment is extremely unjust and it hurts like crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You guys really screw me up sometimes you know. Really. Do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wanna keep most friends, shant name, but are you allowing me to hold on to our friendships? Are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Think about it, guys. Seriously reflect, have you gone the extra mile to come reach out to me again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Have you already lost 99.999999999% of hope in my passion coming to flames again by God's Hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think you have. Because i feel so unwanted and not needed right now that i wanna run away even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Read this passage well and clear. Get my message in your head. Im not being mean, objective whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im being truthful. Im so hurt now. I dont feel like a part of anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I thought i would still be able to feel like im part of MOS and of Impact, to always be a Christ Ambassador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I feel lost and just simply completely non-existent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The treatment is so exclusive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not a part of anywhere. Losing all i have. Is this what its all going down to? I dont even have anyone to ramble to right now. Tell me God, is this what happens? Why aren't you saving me? Take me away, please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll do whatever it takes, to turn this around.&lt;br /&gt;I know what's at stake, i know that i've let you down.&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me a chance, believe me i can change.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep us together, whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Will all of you just give me another chance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I mean it when i say ALL OF YOU, not just CA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Im swearing off singlish!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-8852161841223357758?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8852161841223357758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=8852161841223357758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8852161841223357758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8852161841223357758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scjhzqy51rI/AAAAAAAAA-o/NQvjLmUqLcE/s72-c/1_201845814l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-8907524510288671697</id><published>2009-03-23T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:45:23.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scdq4HnTkNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Crqcqv27lZE/s1600-h/AW1NLF6CAZG9UI8CAUR9U0LCA7CCWQ1CA0ZUJ8LCA2O0DBHCAO0NPMDCAWDY9W5CAK42181CA8H5ZM3CAPKYVIHCA9DHR3WCABAQP6FCAZAOP38CAB829F7CAIADCMACAURP37ICATWE89KCA9QWPIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316335397483286738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scdq4HnTkNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Crqcqv27lZE/s200/AW1NLF6CAZG9UI8CAUR9U0LCA7CCWQ1CA0ZUJ8LCA2O0DBHCAO0NPMDCAWDY9W5CAK42181CA8H5ZM3CAPKYVIHCA9DHR3WCABAQP6FCAZAOP38CAB829F7CAIADCMACAURP37ICATWE89KCA9QWPIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oops, i forgot to update yesterday, or should i say i couldnt. Yea, i couldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whatever, it was a good time studying with Isaac! I finished up my essay and my POA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My essay in which i couldn't decide on which, the original or the 'improved', to hand in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And did i mention that im quite, quite happy with it. (: Or not anymore, i WAS. Til' today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, school has once again started. Alot of people had the Monday&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Blues&lt;/span&gt; today. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The morning was sooooo quiet in class it felt so dead! :/ Anyhow, im so glad i did most of my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, yesterday i was watching this show called Dr.90210 and its about people getting plastic surgery, one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;PLASTIC SURGERY IS GROSS, DISGUSTING AND PURELY LAME. The surgery is like.. omgsoyuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I watched about nosejob, and they had to freaking break her nose and you should seriously watch la! Its. ERR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I also watched about the most common thing women in Beverly Hills get besides nosejob which i wont mention. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Plastic surgery is alteration of your rightful body and it makes you suffer, and fake.. And just plastic laaaa! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont know laaaaaaa, plastic surgery is just.. omgsofrigginyuckthatiwouldnevertryitinamillionyears, ERRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay moving on, hahaha, im gonna rant about my personal stuff right now so, parental advisory, explicit content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hm, i was reminiscing. about the long ago. And i just think about the many things that i've been through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sometimes i think its just too much for a teenager, haha. I feel like im not fifteen at all! Besides the fact that im..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sec3. -.- But yea, i kinda miss my friends.. Those old friends that i used to hang out with so often. Those that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I used to text all the time, used to chat with on the phone. And they extremely crazy list of nicknames, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And sometimes, when i catch up a little with some friends, or read their blogs.. I really smile to know that well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That they're doing well. Some have gone on to serve wholeheartedly, others finding meaning to life, doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Really makes me think how we all have changed and grown. I really do wonder what will it be like when im 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Seems so far away, yet i know soon i'll be 21 and look back and say man, time really flies fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Right now, im losing friends that i never want to lose, giving up on things that i never thought i would let go of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh, i kinda miss the old days. I feel like i didnt do alot of things that i should've done, wanted to do, could have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ah, kinda hurts all over again right now. So many people i lost in the midst of trying to hold on to them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, thinking too much now. Oh, if you dont know i think different, am different, you do not know me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, yadda yaddas. Shall end here for today, my constant rattling is probably bringing you to tears, of boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bye people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I turn my head to the east, i dont see nobody by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I turn my head to the west, still nobody in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So i turn my head to the north, swallow the pill that they call pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That old me's dead and gone but the new me's gonna be alright 'cause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've been travelling on this road too long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just tryin' to find my way back home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But the old me's dead and gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Will you take me in your arms and swear to love me like i love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-8907524510288671697?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8907524510288671697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=8907524510288671697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8907524510288671697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8907524510288671697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops-i-forgot-to-update-yesterday-or.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Scdq4HnTkNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Crqcqv27lZE/s72-c/AW1NLF6CAZG9UI8CAUR9U0LCA7CCWQ1CA0ZUJ8LCA2O0DBHCAO0NPMDCAWDY9W5CAK42181CA8H5ZM3CAPKYVIHCA9DHR3WCABAQP6FCAZAOP38CAB829F7CAIADCMACAURP37ICATWE89KCA9QWPIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-2384717436786320810</id><published>2009-03-22T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:19:51.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScWsFEsS1aI/AAAAAAAAA-I/GsdGR87wyfg/s1600-h/Fall..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315844138339587490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScWsFEsS1aI/AAAAAAAAA-I/GsdGR87wyfg/s200/Fall..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause i would die for you, on Skyway Avenue.&lt;/em&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Watched Mall Cop yesterday, ITS DAMN GOOD. Haha, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I rate it 4.9 stars. ;D Nothings perfect right? (: Its quite quite funny. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And Paul Blart is hot, cute and a ball. What a perfect description, :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And before anything, i kinda need to apologize to Melissa&amp;amp;Joshua. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I truly think i lost the you-know-what and im seriously super upset about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It ♥ wasnt there, i seriously would've died. Damn, someone help me find it! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I feel extremely super duper dumb for having lose that, like seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Where'd it go! ): AHHH. Whatever, i shouldnt be thinking about this now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have tons of homework to complete because i decided holidays should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. HAHA. Back to update later! Meeting Kau to studdddyyyyy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-2384717436786320810?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2384717436786320810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=2384717436786320810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2384717436786320810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/2384717436786320810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-i-would-die-for-you-on-skyway.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScWsFEsS1aI/AAAAAAAAA-I/GsdGR87wyfg/s72-c/Fall..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-6310419301659603656</id><published>2009-03-20T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:52:48.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScN-3ylAXaI/AAAAAAAAA94/AGlHEWJJ2B0/s1600-h/A61IQZACATW1835CAWK99NPCAIM61LGCAF1197GCAQ3P2OXCAJJLY0PCAY15LI5CAFT4ACNCAXD60BJCA3BC7YRCA3I2TTRCAHA68L7CA2B730KCA90NVEXCAE0RDDUCAK3XCZ8CA6NTURACAEHTAR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315231482162208162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScN-3ylAXaI/AAAAAAAAA94/AGlHEWJJ2B0/s400/A61IQZACATW1835CAWK99NPCAIM61LGCAF1197GCAQ3P2OXCAJJLY0PCAY15LI5CAFT4ACNCAXD60BJCA3BC7YRCA3I2TTRCAHA68L7CA2B730KCA90NVEXCAE0RDDUCAK3XCZ8CA6NTURACAEHTAR1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Newly discovered lovely band! Every Avenue! :D They're good, really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Makes me want so many albums right now! I truly need some Yusof, urgh! Good news is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mom says if i bake stuff for her friend to sell, she's paying me! I get paid for passion! :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, im feeling so not me right now, actually, for the past three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Or maybe its just the real me. :o Thats interesting, i should really do some soul-searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So many things have happened inside me and around me for the past few months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I really think i've lost myself in this whirlwind of life, dammit, back to my turmoil craze again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kinda makes me think of what i've been doing for the past few years, the friends, the life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I've changed so much, yet so little since my life began, which was 3 years ago, thats how &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; define it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The people around me have also been constantly in shift mode, just coming in and going out as and when they please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its pretty horrible having to see it happen over and over again, haha, just try being me for a day, feel what i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im being super self-obsessed now but i dont really care, i want to be self-obsessed right now! Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And Adha says that what he hates most is my low self-confidence, haha.. Do i really think so little of myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Or maybe its just everyone's just that much more awesome then me! I choose the latter. (: I mean seriously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everytime i read others blogs, observe others, get to know others more, it seems theres something about them thats so much better then myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even those i cant look at, those that make me cry, those that hurt me, yaddayadda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe i should move away to a faraway place and start all over again since the people here wont give me a fresh start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea, i wanna do that.. Yea, like a magic carpet would come swooshing through my window and take me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You wish, Dawn, you wish. Also, i should learn to stop pushing the blame to others and at times myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Damn, lifes getting so much harder. I've really learnt how to give up recently, is that good or bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, for one of my latest choices, im sorry to all those i've hurt, i have no idea if you guys read my space though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But really, i am sorry, i know all you guys must've felt something, either joy or sorrow i dont really know about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But whatever it is, to all those i love and who love me, im sorry a hundred times over and just to assure you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im very sure of what i am doing. Convincing me wont be an easy feat, but i'll listen to whatever you have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know i seem irresponsible, or maybe i am, and i know it seems like a dumb, unworthy thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But as always, Dawn will be Dawn, or should i say Suwanie will be Suwanie, im different, always have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you dont know im different, how i think is different, how i feel is different, and my reactions are different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You dont know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, something suddenly blink-ed in my memory! Something Charlenedearest said in my christmas card,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She said, sometimes when i see you smile, i see something sad and difficult happening behind that smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, truly truly that surprised me. But i hope from today, that smile will be genuine, aye girl? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Theres so much i wanna do, so many things i want to say.. But todays not the day.. Although they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Any time is the right time. But i say, my time is the right time to do my thing. Yes, God? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh and lastly, i still believe in God, im holding on to my belief in Jesus, i still believe God's Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And my love for God is enough, dont question me about that, thank you very much. No offence, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yea, thats all this humanbeing has to say for today, i hope. Im boring you with my chants right? Poo, okay bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where were you when I needed you most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why did you leave me alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We gave up before we gave it a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I don’t understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back to where we left off, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“How you been and what’s been new with you lately?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just forget it, it’s the same old runaround.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You build me up just to let me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-6310419301659603656?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6310419301659603656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=6310419301659603656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4008371964970284702</id><published>2009-03-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:20:49.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I GIVE UP&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its called perpetual brokeness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4008371964970284702?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4008371964970284702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know what im doing wrong, i know i have attitude problems at times but dont you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sometimes, not everything is my fault. Now you've got your friends so i mean nothing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Or maybe i never did. Doesnt this seem like a total replay of primary school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I bet you gossiped about me, bet you hated me way long ago, bet you disliked me more then once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But you still listened to me, comforted me when i was upset, and still chose to be my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now, just because i couldnt go out and pangseh-ed you twice cause i couldnt find my keys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just because i cant return you the money in time and seem like i use it for other reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You decide to break your friendship with me? Or maybe it was the last straw for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know whatever i say now wont mean anything to you, you never listen anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I just hope this isnt the end, you're probably cursing and swearing at me now, but do it, just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im speechless and have nothing left to say, just hope you remember the good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There were, dont deny that. If this is the end, then it is. Im completely out of words this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last but not least, im sorry, i know it doesnt mean anything to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Seems like everybody's breaking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Throwing their love away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even you're not here this time round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How awesome can i get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAWN, YOU FOOKING SUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-7601856912510334501?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7601856912510334501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=7601856912510334501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7601856912510334501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7601856912510334501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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-1436869040107516576.post-8901745663912301168</id><published>2009-03-19T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:09:01.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScH4w5ldnNI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fYxpCA0JDp0/s1600-h/A2LQ2B8CAHFNKVKCAI2T1E0CAKX1GPGCAYOAVDHCA989YTECA21MEMFCAB82RW8CAN9GSGUCARZ6NLACAGYTB7JCAKN1UAGCADNHG0OCAD5NUVVCA30ZMF5CAXQP7K1CA4GXL2SCA9XLIX4CAL2DSQ7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314802554249256146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScH4w5ldnNI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fYxpCA0JDp0/s400/A2LQ2B8CAHFNKVKCAI2T1E0CAKX1GPGCAYOAVDHCA989YTECA21MEMFCAB82RW8CAN9GSGUCARZ6NLACAGYTB7JCAKN1UAGCADNHG0OCAD5NUVVCA30ZMF5CAXQP7K1CA4GXL2SCA9XLIX4CAL2DSQ7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HELL-OH BUNNEHS! :D I was just watching American Idol, Season8 OFCOURSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And am SOOOOO afraid Adam cant make it! NOOOO ADAAAAAAM! D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He's seriously hot and he's just damn good, ): But anyway! Haha, i wanna meet him. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wonder what if Singapore Idol's went to join American Idol, i think they'll get kicked out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HAHAHAHA, im being so mean. D: What to do, Singapore is a lame, lame place. OOPS, just might get sued. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;AND AND, mama asked me to go work today and she's paying me 3obucks, hahaha! Didnt go in the end, tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sunday maybe, since she says Sunday is 4obucks. :o Kinda need Yusof Bin Ishak's pictures now, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Plus! Tomorrow am meeting MrKau, AuntieOng and KorkorKwek laaa! Gonna spend so much Yusof. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh! And im falling in love with T.I, HAHA! Oh yea, yesterday went Bugis with Mister, went to this watch shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We saw this watch, EXACT imitation of o.d.m, check this out, it says o.d.m. , notice the extra dot, so fake lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was seriously faux pas! It looked so pirated, like, design wise yes, but quality wise it was SOOOO ergh. HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mister wanted to get this super kiddish watch, the one where you just smack it on your wrist and it wraparounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It had a cow on it, hahaha! But there wasnt any time, oh and we went HajiLane and saw this super sexy bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But then we sorta found out it wasnt for sale, it wasnt bad lor! So sad. ): The bag was sexy laaaaa. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i saw a vintagebag and Mister said it looks auntie. ): Should get it for AuntieOng, dont kill me for that. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So, oh, yesterday was cool lah! We walked around Bugis, went Bras Basah;Bras Plaza, HA. Inside joke! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No lah, me &amp;amp; ♥♥ were at JustAcia the other day and this guy one the phone behind us was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;'Now going off ready, going Bras Plaza. Yaaaa, Bras Plazaaaa!' And we went hysterical, he was kinda beng leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, i saw this ULTRA HOT&amp;amp;SEXY GUITAR there, it was HOT PINK! OHMYMAMAAAAA! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But it was a bass guitar, something which i just might never learn to play, and there was this other adorable guitar which caught my eye as well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;it was a electric polkadot guitar, so so cute! Too bad i cant play. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If i could, i would buy it straight away, if i had Yusofs, haha. Maybe i should learn, HMMMMM. Good thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, we then walked from Bras Basah, i momentarily forgot how to spell it, to DhobyGhaut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i saw this extremely hot, sexy, beautiful, confident caucasian women! With her boyfriend, duh. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She was like, friggin tall, friggin good figure and blond hair wearing hotpink shorts, literally SHORTS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Heels, matching hotpink sweater and purple shades, omg she was so mind-blowing, i feel lesbian now, ERM! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay moving on, we had dinner, saw Faith, went Cathay, found his bag, considered, reserved it, yadda yadda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Walked around Cathay, walked around Plaza Sing, went home. :D Shared the same liking for certain songs! HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Recommend You and me - Lifehouse, its an awesome song, trust me! If not trust MrKau, or Charlene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even ♥ says its nice! Haha, coolio right! OHYES! Im falling in love with Lifehouse. :D Mom's back from Thailand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And she bought this super nice smelling lotion! And perfume, branded Issey Miyake, a french brand, seems coolio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whatever, shall update again later. :D Haha, i think. LATER PEOPLE! &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Lambert is ♥! :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-8901745663912301168?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8901745663912301168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=8901745663912301168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8901745663912301168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8901745663912301168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-oh-bunnehs-d-i-was-just-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScH4w5ldnNI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fYxpCA0JDp0/s72-c/A2LQ2B8CAHFNKVKCAI2T1E0CAKX1GPGCAYOAVDHCA989YTECA21MEMFCAB82RW8CAN9GSGUCARZ6NLACAGYTB7JCAKN1UAGCADNHG0OCAD5NUVVCA30ZMF5CAXQP7K1CA4GXL2SCA9XLIX4CAL2DSQ7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-1836887373949821298</id><published>2009-03-18T13:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:07:16.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert is THE SEX. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScCNQwsqCEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Aq6Dsj72Kdc/s1600-h/AQP4YGWCAKWL7CKCA824TN8CAF9A2SDCAOTR1ZVCAL6SR4KCAJ5ORHLCAARQ40KCA8ZIK91CA1CQXM8CA9CSLVJCAYP4DDHCAJIAU9QCAYYIF4GCA7S9Z4VCAXUOUA1CAZPW859CA183P5RCA9074ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314402879386814530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScCNQwsqCEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Aq6Dsj72Kdc/s400/AQP4YGWCAKWL7CKCA824TN8CAF9A2SDCAOTR1ZVCAL6SR4KCAJ5ORHLCAARQ40KCA8ZIK91CA1CQXM8CA9CSLVJCAYP4DDHCAJIAU9QCAYYIF4GCA7S9Z4VCAXUOUA1CAZPW859CA183P5RCA9074ZQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hello jell-ohs! :B What's up peanut butter-z! :D Haha, im so super tired right now. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tiredness truly drives people crazy and random, not that im not random enough already. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Woke up at 0430 okay! Earlier then school days, :/ And couldnt go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Was so afraid! Thank goodness ♥ was there, although asleep, hahahaha! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hm, yesterday broke some news to some people and.. classic reactions of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just wanna tell you guys, if you know what i mean that im sorry for what im doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But trust me okay? I know what im doing, and i'll be praying with you guys always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, a little too deep for now, anyway, yesterday was fun! I stayed at home alllllll day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Watched my teevee, my sexy teevee :P, used my sexy golden vaio, goofed around when ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;came over &amp;amp; teevee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;OHHHH, im gonna be so lateeeeeeeeeeee, supposed to meet Mister later! At Bugis! AHHH LATE LATE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No not really actually, just freaking myself out, haha. Suddenly thought of something random, I♥Black lenses! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And and and and, i sooooo want a iPod! And LG Prada! And i wanna eat pizza right now. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh, do you pronounce it PIZ-ZA or PIT-ZA, and LASA-NIA, or LA-SAG-NA. Food for thought, literally, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oops, time for me to get ready, BUGIIIISSSSSS, kiss my ass. ): Dont like Bugis, but whatever! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bye people, i rock your socks, no wait, i rock the world! Remember that if you forget my name. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Btw, Shawty - Your best girl/guyfriend. :D So cool! Go Jamie Foxx! ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I♥ADAM LAMBERT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes and those lashes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They catch my heart and completely mesmerize me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You leave me breathless every single time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My haven is in your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-1836887373949821298?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1836887373949821298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=1836887373949821298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1836887373949821298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/1836887373949821298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-jell-ohs-b-whats-up-peanut-butter.html' title='Adam Lambert is THE SEX. ♥'/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/ScCNQwsqCEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Aq6Dsj72Kdc/s72-c/AQP4YGWCAKWL7CKCA824TN8CAF9A2SDCAOTR1ZVCAL6SR4KCAJ5ORHLCAARQ40KCA8ZIK91CA1CQXM8CA9CSLVJCAYP4DDHCAJIAU9QCAYYIF4GCA7S9Z4VCAXUOUA1CAZPW859CA183P5RCA9074ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-3126362755621418856</id><published>2009-03-17T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:26:30.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sb-VWI63QKI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MB1aTHZfDP0/s1600-h/AO6OOPKCAT3JPRWCA5YTF4FCASK87KBCAAILARXCAALK15SCAZLZ62XCAUAU9DFCA8VGR16CA2Z2SE7CAPI9RE4CAKOU4VXCAHE4ETECA9DN2Q9CAYP95SUCA89ZTMBCA1KWZD0CAM12E2HCAOY8YRB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314130292904509602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sb-VWI63QKI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MB1aTHZfDP0/s400/AO6OOPKCAT3JPRWCA5YTF4FCASK87KBCAAILARXCAALK15SCAZLZ62XCAUAU9DFCA8VGR16CA2Z2SE7CAPI9RE4CAKOU4VXCAHE4ETECA9DN2Q9CAYP95SUCA89ZTMBCA1KWZD0CAM12E2HCAOY8YRB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time, JELLY JELLY. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, its damn cute laaaaa, if you watched the clip. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, i think Sherlyns damn sweet laaaaaaa, hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haha, thank you girl. :D Anyway, hahaha, met up with some friends yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jieyun, Isaac, Matthew and Joshua(Kwek), haha, Kwek korkor. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was fun! And we watched Coming Soon and i was hiding half the movie. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And im watching Popeye. OMG LAAA, haha. Anyhow, yesterday was good fun man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We should really do it again, it was so enjoyable catching up. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its nice to know that you'll always have friends to make your day, haha, whatever it is, horror movies suck. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Meeting Isaac&amp;amp;Matthew and some other not confirmed yet this friday as well. :D Hope its gonna rock. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Errrrrrr, nothing to blog about, besides the fact that i look like a panda now. ): HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, BYE JELLO-H's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left your footprints on my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3126362755621418856?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3126362755621418856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3126362755621418856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3126362755621418856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3126362755621418856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-peanut-butter-jelly-time-peanut.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sb-VWI63QKI/AAAAAAAAA9g/MB1aTHZfDP0/s72-c/AO6OOPKCAT3JPRWCA5YTF4FCASK87KBCAAILARXCAALK15SCAZLZ62XCAUAU9DFCA8VGR16CA2Z2SE7CAPI9RE4CAKOU4VXCAHE4ETECA9DN2Q9CAYP95SUCA89ZTMBCA1KWZD0CAM12E2HCAOY8YRB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-6285447185259356379</id><published>2009-03-16T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:21:28.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sb3PmQztakI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/hUfj9-3CiOU/s1600-h/--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313631391620885058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sb3PmQztakI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/hUfj9-3CiOU/s400/--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Times when i need you the very most, you're not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My tears hold whats left of us, what we could become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They say broken hearts can be mended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But love, it seems its shattering as the days pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I miss how you loved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tell me, is this all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just take me away, its the perfect thing to do right now&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who doesnt long for someone to hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-6285447185259356379?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/6285447185259356379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=6285447185259356379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6285447185259356379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/6285447185259356379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sb3PmQztakI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/hUfj9-3CiOU/s72-c/--.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-8597250665601311156</id><published>2009-03-09T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:53:10.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SbUd0dsDV3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Xv4OPZu35TA/s1600-h/AOLYJCSCACMHH1ZCAD9SVL9CA7EF77GCARMM93ECAPZBRHOCA6Z8FZICAX8E033CA3IMAA0CA1J83S4CABME7JKCANDEOJ5CAZBZT2HCANK1F4ECAVMS9M0CA17VS1LCAVH4RMZCAL5UVQUCA1ZUVMI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311184122713167730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SbUd0dsDV3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Xv4OPZu35TA/s400/AOLYJCSCACMHH1ZCAD9SVL9CA7EF77GCARMM93ECAPZBRHOCA6Z8FZICAX8E033CA3IMAA0CA1J83S4CABME7JKCANDEOJ5CAZBZT2HCANK1F4ECAVMS9M0CA17VS1LCAVH4RMZCAL5UVQUCA1ZUVMI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im torn apart, losing control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Trying to hold on as tight as i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Clenching my fists tight, on what i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My pain, set free by tears and sobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its hurting so so much, and theres no one here right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just the thought of losing and the lost, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I spin into a downward spiral of excruciating pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Knowing how much you mean to me, you chose to do it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Failing myself by bottling it all up, like a helium balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But would i soar into the air or burst? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It hurts to see it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You, her, I, them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I never wanted it to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I never want it to be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i dont have a say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I dont have a stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All i have is you, her, them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-8597250665601311156?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8597250665601311156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=8597250665601311156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8597250665601311156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8597250665601311156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-torn-apart-losing-control.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SbUd0dsDV3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Xv4OPZu35TA/s72-c/AOLYJCSCACMHH1ZCAD9SVL9CA7EF77GCARMM93ECAPZBRHOCA6Z8FZICAX8E033CA3IMAA0CA1J83S4CABME7JKCANDEOJ5CAZBZT2HCANK1F4ECAVMS9M0CA17VS1LCAVH4RMZCAL5UVQUCA1ZUVMI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4447028130243166693</id><published>2009-03-08T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:05:54.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SbOifdAc7OI/AAAAAAAAA9I/cWjkjkNR3p0/s1600-h/Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310767046846115042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SbOifdAc7OI/AAAAAAAAA9I/cWjkjkNR3p0/s400/Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hell-oh monkeys, donkeys, wonkeys, lonkeys, pokeys, hokeys, ohkeys. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Havent been touching this space for quite a few days, huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i still think people dont read this space anyway, so its an empty, cobwebby space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday was a great day, because of you, them, him, her, idontknowwhatimsaying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Okay, indeed yesterday was a great day. (: ♥ is the best. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And the outside of Flyer is really really nice, it feels so not-singapore, but its like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Surrounded by construction sites. And there are manymany stars! So so cool, so so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;'Improvise people, i havent changed my outfit in like, four hours!' Brenda Song, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, celebrated an advanced Sara's birthday on friday and it was quite fun, haha. We towned! Sorta. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We were supposed to meet at 23o, but i left my house at 23o, haha. So they headed down to Heeren first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Met them at Jack's Place and they all ordered student meals, forsaking their cocktails and such! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i ordered my peach ice cream and shirleytemple mocktail. (: Pictures next time! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I do not like Shirley Temple. ): Bloody Mary is nicer, haha. And i so wanna try Cosmopolitan, ANYHOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When they finished their food and icecream, me&amp;amp;Jieyun faked that we had plans and left first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We went to get her a cupcake and get the E2 Chamber room ready for Ms.Birthday's arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We waited damn long, in darkness, for them lah! And the dumb automatic airfreshner scared us! Haha, noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So when they arrived, they pushed Sara into the room and we sang her a birthday song she made her wish. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh! And Joyce said i look 21, i so do not lah! 21 is so overrated. So anyway, we watched..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;10 Promises to my dog, it was a pretty sad story, and Joyce was sobbing like whoknowswhat, and we were laughing at her. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Too bad Brenda didnt cry, i would've loved to witness that! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So basically, thats about it.. It was a pretty fun day, i must say, :D The room was cosy. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Right now, im feeling so down. ): Man, i should learn to not have moodswings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And im missing so many people right now. ): I miss you! And you, and you.. you, and you! And you.. and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Shut up, Dawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just three simple words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I used to think they were so overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now i know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4447028130243166693?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4447028130243166693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4447028130243166693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4447028130243166693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4447028130243166693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-oh-monkeys-donkeys-wonkeys-lonkeys.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SbOifdAc7OI/AAAAAAAAA9I/cWjkjkNR3p0/s72-c/Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-7222404320560520524</id><published>2009-03-04T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:01:10.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sa51Eijj0NI/AAAAAAAAA84/Sueow5dZWL8/s1600-h/AY1ZE7ZCANSDUFWCAKH363DCA03OL17CAL12U4CCA49KGIGCATBW0XCCA0G27ZHCABZ60HMCAG8INPTCAIFDMJ1CA68HY5TCA9BG4QKCAUAWJVECA3JVMABCAJ21Z07CA2NI9Z3CAKSUZMRCAFUHNI8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309309731572273362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sa51Eijj0NI/AAAAAAAAA84/Sueow5dZWL8/s400/AY1ZE7ZCANSDUFWCAKH363DCA03OL17CAL12U4CCA49KGIGCATBW0XCCA0G27ZHCABZ60HMCAG8INPTCAIFDMJ1CA68HY5TCA9BG4QKCAUAWJVECA3JVMABCAJ21Z07CA2NI9Z3CAKSUZMRCAFUHNI8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its this balancing act that we all do every single day of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its this, keeping our lives in perfect balance, the way we want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Its a crazy fetish everyone does, conciously or subconciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People balance their work, their emotions, their time, their expressions even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Their feelings are balanced out, hidden and shown in bits and bursts at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What is this crazy act of pretence for, are we not all just human beings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We all feel, we all suffer, we all experience, be it joy, exuberant moments or those times where the worlds seems black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ironic, isnt it? Some people walk with their heads held high, but inside they're rotten, hurt, corrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Others walk with their head downcast, and people think.. She's sad, she's feeling insecure. He's disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But inside, they could be having the most beautiful time of their lives. In my intepretation anyway. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They could be having a conversation in their heads, or reliving their sweetest memories and just reminiscing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sometimes, people should see beyond whats outside. Not just judge by the way things seem to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I think, hard, and all my life, i have not known more then two people who truly understand and see me inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People just do not see what is beyond that smile, whats in those eyes, whats in those hidden meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats between those lines.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All people focus on is image, is impression; which is no doubt important but irrelevant at this moment, and yadda yadda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sometimes, i think why did my parents marriage fail.. And i think its ego, i think its failure to communicate&amp;amp;compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I do believe that my mother still longs for time to turn back to those days of courtship, but for my father im not so sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hm, come to think of it im so thankful for my Dad, he's been awesome to me all my life.. despite fits at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ehhhhh, yadda yadda wordy wordy post, very very wordy.. Hm, so whatever it is, this post is relevant to me! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;And i &lt;big&gt;LIKE IT&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So anyway, i so want GossipGirl's first and second season! Ah! Why am i not wealthy, filthy rich. ): I wish! Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So many things i wanna do! Like what ♥ said.. LOL. Reverse Bungee Jumping, Flyer, Ice-skating, blading..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And the list will go on, like shopping; every girls need, and er, Haji Lane, and er whatever laaaaaaa! :D No more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eh, i just thought of something. ♥♥; Dont be afraid to say what you think, dont be afraid to initiate conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was tough to see you that upset this morning, my dear. Everyone has a reason for doing things, just clear up the air. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll always be here for you! Cross my heart and swear to die. :B Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alrights, so.. ONE LAST THING! &lt;s&gt;IM GONNA MURDER THAT IDIOT WHO WENT TO REPORT MY EZLINK&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was trying to go through my happy morning routine today so i went through it AND,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At the MRT station when i tapped my card, the red light came on and it said invalid card! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;SO, i made my way to the Passenger Service where the idiotman who was rude, not helpful and irritating told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That.. my card was reported lost, thus blacklisted and not eligible for use and asked me to go to the damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ticket Office so i had to PAY EXTRA for not doing ANYTHING at all for my transport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;AS IF SINGAPORE ISNT EXPENSIVE ENOUGH YOU TOOTHEADS! ANNOYINGIRRITATING! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was really really pissed, with the probableIDIOT who reported MY card lost and i had to waste moolah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And with the AWFULANNOYINGIRRITATINGRETARDEDRIDICULOUS SERVICE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Spoiled my morning. I swear right, if i ever find out who's the LOSER who reported my card lost right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll send him to Timbaktu in a box with ONE hole and WORMS inside in a SHIP then i'll SHIP him back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Take him out of the box, put him at Victoria Concert Hall in a NEON YELLOW LIME TUTU and make him do the HOCKEY POKEY! AND THE MACARINA! Then, i'll put him on a cold metal table and cut him into tiny pieces and turn him into SHEESHKEBAB then i'll send him to the cannibals in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Bermuda Triangle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sheeshkebab, GRR! Okay, sorry for the explicit content but im REALLY pissed at that person or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ha. :D So whatever! Im going away away away away away away, enough Dawn enough. BYE. :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You always chose to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I should be thankful for everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Heaven knows what the future holds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Or at least where the story goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i never believed until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-7222404320560520524?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7222404320560520524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=7222404320560520524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7222404320560520524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7222404320560520524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-this-balancing-act-that-we-all-do.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sa51Eijj0NI/AAAAAAAAA84/Sueow5dZWL8/s72-c/AY1ZE7ZCANSDUFWCAKH363DCA03OL17CAL12U4CCA49KGIGCATBW0XCCA0G27ZHCABZ60HMCAG8INPTCAIFDMJ1CA68HY5TCA9BG4QKCAUAWJVECA3JVMABCAJ21Z07CA2NI9Z3CAKSUZMRCAFUHNI8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-3127468013425888846</id><published>2009-03-03T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:07:26.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sa0oT5oKwoI/AAAAAAAAA8o/aea807Q_K1A/s1600-h/ASMABHGCAE7CZHVCA9Z33QOCAC35FX5CAP7FHS7CA3485MUCAOCPBLKCACLE0KICAE2EEHSCAWU0AK0CA0TNR1XCANVTDM5CAIC3K0OCAV2096TCAX8EVQKCAAYACTPCAXL0JT1CA9CX06QCAR4MXBL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308943858091606658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sa0oT5oKwoI/AAAAAAAAA8o/aea807Q_K1A/s320/ASMABHGCAE7CZHVCA9Z33QOCAC35FX5CAP7FHS7CA3485MUCAOCPBLKCACLE0KICAE2EEHSCAWU0AK0CA0TNR1XCANVTDM5CAIC3K0OCAV2096TCAX8EVQKCAAYACTPCAXL0JT1CA9CX06QCAR4MXBL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello world. :D Today was a funny, happy day! KwokFeng locked MrsLoy out! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And she said she didnt wanna teach our class, DONT LOR, we dont want you either. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eh, had lunch with Joyce, Sherlyn, Jieyun, Binhui, Brenda and Sara, who has a cute brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hahaha! :D And i think everyones cramming for POA but me. ): Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh im so so happy! I saw a rainbow yesterday! For the first time! With ♥! So pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And and and todays Inequalities test, the only question i did out of the three, i got it correct! :D ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i ALMOST passed my Biology test on Diffusion and Osmosis. (: 12/25, half a mark. (: And for F&amp;amp;N,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I got 24/35 and i didnt study. :D Not that i didnt study is a good thing but it just means im so clever, carbon brains. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today is such a happy day and i really got to think alot while being alone, being alone is fun. :D Its nice, and chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I really dont know what else to type but that Someone up there and someone right here is taking good care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Please stay sweet, my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-3127468013425888846?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3127468013425888846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=3127468013425888846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3127468013425888846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/3127468013425888846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sa0oT5oKwoI/AAAAAAAAA8o/aea807Q_K1A/s72-c/ASMABHGCAE7CZHVCA9Z33QOCAC35FX5CAP7FHS7CA3485MUCAOCPBLKCACLE0KICAE2EEHSCAWU0AK0CA0TNR1XCANVTDM5CAIC3K0OCAV2096TCAX8EVQKCAAYACTPCAXL0JT1CA9CX06QCAR4MXBL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-5591937971998293982</id><published>2009-03-01T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:50:06.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SaqQwyXVhAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Hq4sgulS3bI/s1600-h/A7H2A2ECA2Z9HPXCA1TDLP3CA4ZZ78ACAOY5CDWCAUBBD1YCAA6ITI0CACGZ8IOCA3QVAY9CAJHX27KCA3KVRQ7CAD0HFUTCA03U358CAZAX9N5CAD9WU6ECA0SHHU6CAGV5GOQCAVVR3LXCA0XC0I5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308214278637323266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SaqQwyXVhAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Hq4sgulS3bI/s320/A7H2A2ECA2Z9HPXCA1TDLP3CA4ZZ78ACAOY5CDWCAUBBD1YCAA6ITI0CACGZ8IOCA3QVAY9CAJHX27KCA3KVRQ7CAD0HFUTCA03U358CAZAX9N5CAD9WU6ECA0SHHU6CAGV5GOQCAVVR3LXCA0XC0I5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Life is a maze and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love is a riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't do it alone, i've tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I am just a little girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lost in the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so scared but don't show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it's bringing me down I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And just enjoy the show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This shall be my trad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;emark picture whenever im feeling _____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, i just studied today, can you imagine it? I STUDIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And i understood, inequalities, you dont know how happy i am, suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I really hope i can do my test tomorrow, i really worked hard, i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know im easily distracted and love to draw and doodle, but its my way of destressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Believe me, guys, i did do my best today as you were coaching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I really appreciate the effort, i really do, i do hope my results tomorrow will make you proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I swear, i did my best today, i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, whatever it is, i really hope that tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im feeling so melancholic right now, im loving so much right now it hurts. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-5591937971998293982?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/5591937971998293982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=5591937971998293982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5591937971998293982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/5591937971998293982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-just-little-bit-caught-in-middle.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SaqQwyXVhAI/AAAAAAAAA8g/Hq4sgulS3bI/s72-c/A7H2A2ECA2Z9HPXCA1TDLP3CA4ZZ78ACAOY5CDWCAUBBD1YCAA6ITI0CACGZ8IOCA3QVAY9CAJHX27KCA3KVRQ7CAD0HFUTCA03U358CAZAX9N5CAD9WU6ECA0SHHU6CAGV5GOQCAVVR3LXCA0XC0I5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-4026572200689913129</id><published>2009-02-28T22:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:15:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Salha8P9oWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4D7MZAlwiKQ/s1600-h/A+girls+best+friend..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307880751310414178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Salha8P9oWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4D7MZAlwiKQ/s320/A+girls+best+friend..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They say diamonds are a girls best friend, is it true? Or is Converse a girls best friend? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SalhaxXsLZI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Z4dD3MkUOuU/s1600-h/Converse..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307880748390034834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SalhaxXsLZI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Z4dD3MkUOuU/s320/Converse..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello world. :D One sentence, one cooolioooo sentence, CLARKEQUAY ROCKS. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to Clarkequay with Charizard, Meowlissa and Matthew around evening. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Headed to Starbucks and had a great time chatting and just chilling out. :D Fun fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then, rolled over to the Singapore River, and just sat there for a little while to just relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was a great time of bonding and chilling, really had fun with the laughs and the toot yourselfs. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;OH RIGHT! I so freaking wanna watch Marley and me. D: D: D: And im so freaking hungry right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I could eat a horse. :) Beware all you ponies! I will tear of your tails and swing them like a f-reak. :D \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And and and, the crazy donut place at Meridien closed down. ): So sad. D: No more donuts. :/ Awwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;'Sweet mama from Yokohama, that is good!' Okay, bye. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A kiss in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-4026572200689913129?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4026572200689913129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=4026572200689913129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4026572200689913129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/4026572200689913129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Salha8P9oWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/4D7MZAlwiKQ/s72-c/A+girls+best+friend..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-8311842890320991712</id><published>2009-02-28T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:03:38.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sai2eMNH0ZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ddWFo7Pgg_0/s1600-h/A4OHAVWCAS8ZKGTCA0IAUKGCAQACHFVCA0G0SM0CA5OVAM4CAEIR9S8CAZAMGTZCAFGC1VYCATKXW89CA00QER9CAMMC9ITCAVXPUO7CACRNM48CA69AO3QCA1CNMD1CAISPXCRCACAGDMPCABA4EPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307692790644724114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sai2eMNH0ZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ddWFo7Pgg_0/s320/A4OHAVWCAS8ZKGTCA0IAUKGCAQACHFVCA0G0SM0CA5OVAM4CAEIR9S8CAZAMGTZCAFGC1VYCATKXW89CA00QER9CAMMC9ITCAVXPUO7CACRNM48CA69AO3QCA1CNMD1CAISPXCRCACAGDMPCABA4EPS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Theres a feeling i cannot decipher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This pain, somewhere, that makes me wanna scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That part where it just hurts and makes you wanna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Out of random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-8311842890320991712?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8311842890320991712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=8311842890320991712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8311842890320991712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/8311842890320991712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-feeling-i-cannot-decipher.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Sai2eMNH0ZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ddWFo7Pgg_0/s72-c/A4OHAVWCAS8ZKGTCA0IAUKGCAQACHFVCA0G0SM0CA5OVAM4CAEIR9S8CAZAMGTZCAFGC1VYCATKXW89CA00QER9CAMMC9ITCAVXPUO7CACRNM48CA69AO3QCA1CNMD1CAISPXCRCACAGDMPCABA4EPS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-7986941214616226535</id><published>2009-02-26T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:02:17.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Saafp8vkBgI/AAAAAAAAA74/ioAxU-AEBMo/s1600-h/A4SN5ELCAIM1CCYCA53UW03CAAGIOHRCAXS70WDCA233SY8CADCQYFQCA01VQ5RCAE53UVCCA5XXQ9WCAM23JV4CALEMNZ5CA3M76L6CA49XYEJCAQRQZI6CAWGF8T0CA5C6RSVCASK6G8FCAJVDVZ4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307104753931781634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Saafp8vkBgI/AAAAAAAAA74/ioAxU-AEBMo/s320/A4SN5ELCAIM1CCYCA53UW03CAAGIOHRCAXS70WDCA233SY8CADCQYFQCA01VQ5RCAE53UVCCA5XXQ9WCAM23JV4CALEMNZ5CA3M76L6CA49XYEJCAQRQZI6CAWGF8T0CA5C6RSVCASK6G8FCAJVDVZ4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today was a really fun day. (: Quite alot of things happened, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hm, nothing much to post about really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But i really loved today. Thats about it i guess, such a lame lame post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I should post a little more than that right! Ergh, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today i learnt to be myself, i learnt to let down my gaurds and be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It feels nice, it feels.. different, to be myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe i've not let my gaurds down for so long i've built a wall and swore off reality, ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whatever it is, im glad today happened, im glad love exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im holding on tightly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even if we turn to dust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll keep all that dust in a box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You mean more to me then i ever realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If we ever turn into sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll try my best to hold as much of us as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even if we fade away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know i'll love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1436869040107516576-7986941214616226535?l=kidsandromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7986941214616226535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1436869040107516576&amp;postID=7986941214616226535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7986941214616226535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1436869040107516576/posts/default/7986941214616226535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidsandromance.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-really-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>central A !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08633446352924993305</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/_jnWbtWJBN7I/Saafp8vkBgI/AAAAAAAAA74/ioAxU-AEBMo/s72-c/A4SN5ELCAIM1CCYCA53UW03CAAGIOHRCAXS70WDCA233SY8CADCQYFQCA01VQ5RCAE53UVCCA5XXQ9WCAM23JV4CALEMNZ5CA3M76L6CA49XYEJCAQRQZI6CAWGF8T0CA5C6RSVCASK6G8FCAJVDVZ4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1436869040107516576.post-1392077529643001221</id><published>2009-02-25T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:36:57.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306733422935440194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnWbtWJBN7I/SaVN7o_Ce0I/AAAAAAAAA7w/1QACOfNRi28/s320/AGQ5ADFCAJFZRZACADEDOP6CAAVJ3FNCABTWQ02CAGAYODKCA5QBWSECAWAML9WCAXVAX6SCAXOI16FCAOYS539CABC9531CA2XZ178CA3OLV8ICAFX2Q3ECASQLPZCCA34GQGBCA1BJ3CDCA15ZEFY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Great classmates, great class, great friends, great him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I do wonder, alot, what would happen if i lost any of these, any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How do i phrase this so that i do not sound emotional..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im a contented kid who fears losing this contented life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Im a melancholic who simply thinks too much and is afraid of being alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sigh. I can still vividly recall the past two years, in school and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I had slowly lost my close friends, slowly resigning into my own world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-f
