<?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-10228266</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:18:29.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onesweetblister</title><subtitle type='html'>pain.death.love.bliss.life.one.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228266.post-116045656050526938</id><published>2006-10-10T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T13:02:46.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for people who continue to read my blog;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nanyang junior college is having its inaugural open house this fridae, the 13th of october..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its from 2 to 5 pm&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;interested people please do come.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-116045656050526938?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/116045656050526938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=116045656050526938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/116045656050526938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/116045656050526938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-people-who-continue-to-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-114135232272791118</id><published>2006-03-03T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:18:42.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so ive been tagged..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;reason to why im actually blogging..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;im supposed to list down  8 qualities of my perfect lover&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and then &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tag 8 other poeple to actually do the same&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so here goes...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. has to be older and taller than i am&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[there is only one guy in this whole world that i would love to go out with thats youger.. and i cant possible be the one doing the bending down to kiss my lover can i]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. has to seriously be a hairless chicken&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[i have enuff hair to cover the both of us.. and i need a hairless or a not-so-hairy guy to balance it out]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. has to be romantic&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[self explanatory]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4.has to listen to me complaining about stuff&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. encourages me to do new stuff...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[i can be pretty reluctant to change... or try new stuff, once i have my head fixed about smth.. so yeah.. coax me babe]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. respect me, love me and pamper me..?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7.noes how to lead me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. this is the best : just seriously have a good heart... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-114135232272791118?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/114135232272791118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=114135232272791118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/114135232272791118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/114135232272791118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-so-ive-been-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-114074475042577213</id><published>2006-02-24T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:32:30.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i havent been updating a lot...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so... anyway...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just wana like comment on smth...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i realised that 2 of my friends have had anon taggers on their blogs&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and and and &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really really suspect that its a year 1...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;really.. i mean for both of them i think its a year one..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but u noe wat zu and fyda.. let them freaking be...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;theyll tag tillthey get tired of it...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;everything else about me is well.. fine&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah thats all..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-114074475042577213?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/114074475042577213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=114074475042577213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/114074475042577213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/114074475042577213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113806290265930019</id><published>2006-01-24T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:35:02.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;soo.. im actually supposed to be umm.. reseraching and printing out stuff for gp.. i have and now imlike waiting for my partner in crime to finish hers.. hahah... weve been reading up a lot on the kkk... and goddd... i mean the hate crimes theyve commited and all.. its terrifying.. i mean theyre standing up for the aryan race and all.. but i dunnoee... that umm sounds passe'... im not trying to diss or anything.. just my opinion.. i mean were in a globalsed world and stuff.. shouldnt we be thinking and wrking for our own success rather than be worried about all these race issues.. i think its work together not race together... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so... anyhows.. umm... aaron is working and working... and i soent vlitle tie with him nowadeas.. and i dun get to talk to him much... and yeah.. i do miss him... i mean he calls me late at nite when im already asleep.. and half the time... more like most of the time, i cant remember what we talked about.. i mean we have a lot to catch up on.. i mean, just last week, i nearly lost my relationship with him.. and thats shit scary... i mean call me sappy or naive or whatever, but i noe that i dun wanna lose him.. and i noe that for sure.. sure he may noe be drop dead gorgeous or smart or have a high paying job.. but.. hes mine and i dn wanna lose him.. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok... think ill have to pester my mate to hurry up.. before we get reprimanded... theres only 11 more mins to gp... hahhahks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;toodles&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/10228266-113806290265930019?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113806290265930019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113806290265930019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113806290265930019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113806290265930019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2006/01/soo.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113767637696508990</id><published>2006-01-19T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:12:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;wat do u do when the things u put a lot of heart into doesnt turn out the wae it shud..? apparently this happens to me alot.. like a real lot.. and i really mean a lot.. so much so that now i think i understand why i have my name for a name... so anyway... again my question is : wat do u do when the things u put a lot of heart into doesnt turn out the wae it shud..?? i thought of 2 options.. more like tried and tested these two options.. 1. to fight back and 2. to actually give up and just do what is given to u..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;well.. ive spent a whole lota time fighting back years and years ago.. but i end up getting soo goddamnfucking tired of fighting and it never proved tobe worth it.. cos i never end up getting wat i want and i end up getting hurt... so then that led me to think.. when things doesnt go my way, i shud just drop it and just do wat is required of me.. and thats wat im doing.. well.. yeah people are pissed but hey, i dun see why its only me receiving blames here.. i mean dint they sae no one else is capable..? and i cant fucking work together if i duno whats going on.. yea guess ucan blame it on me that i duncome for stuff.. but u see.. im being put in charge of things that well.. are either not in my field [which im often required for] or thats out of my timetable..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yes darling, i noe i have to stay back in schooland i will when the time comes.. but i dun see anyone else doing the things that im to do.. yes say that they have other things to do.. and ill sae the same..i have other things to do.. i cant help in dikir... i dun even noe how to.. u can tell me to hound them down to come for practise.. that i can do.. i duno wat is tepuk sepuluh.. im not wat u call very malay.. u complain that people have to wait for me.. but darling, i have waited longer and far more..sae im unprofessional.. but until other change of events, my thursdaes arent free cos i have my other responsibilities.. and at the same time.. im juggling the responsibilities that u entrust in me.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;this isnt a confrontational or smth.. im not angry or peeved..  i tried placing myslef in ur shoes.. and i can understand where ure coming from.. this is just smth that has been in my head for a while and i make this as peaceful as ever.. cos im not strting a war or anything.. i am soo sick of wars and confrontations.. its too passe and childish.. maybe smth that u shud keep in mind..? i may not be a fav of yours.. thats ok.. just smth that i see and realise.. y blog than tell u..? u see, i fear it may not come out the wae i want it to be.. and wat i want is for it to be peaceful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113767637696508990?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113767637696508990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113767637696508990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113767637696508990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113767637696508990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2006/01/wat-do-u-do-when-things-u-put-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113750008481741109</id><published>2006-01-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T20:14:44.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;todae, i painstakingly learnt a Vharsh and important lesson.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;that in life u cant trust nobody...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;NOBODY AT ALL.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;not even ur family &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ure all alone in life.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i dunt wana blog about wat happened..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;all i have to sae is i dint ask to be born to my mum or dad.. i dint ask them to not be their parents favs.. i had no part whatsoever to incur my grandparents wrath for my paretns.. u dun have to despise or look down on me just because u dun like one of my parents.. fine hate me for a sin i dint do - being their child. and all of u procliam to be so god damn fucking HOLY..well holy people dun act like that.. holy, religious people do not bear grudges at all.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;fuckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113750008481741109?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113750008481741109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113750008481741109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113750008481741109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113750008481741109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2006/01/todae-i-painstakingly-learnt-vharsh.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113611028386190771</id><published>2006-01-01T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:11:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok so.. my mum is having a go at me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and its a bad go...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;real bad..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;its like her mouth is powered by a battery that doesnt go dead...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;its true...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but oh well..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i can still contain myself and just shut up.. keep thinking that schools ina few daes..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;well.. haha... my new years eve and umm morning was well... umm a whole mix of things.. well.. i went out to spend my countdown with mr bonnie and my frens.. and well... it was a whole interesting thing... well.. me and mr bonnie had umm.. a fight and well sweet mos... hahha.. and the fight wasnt even about us... thats why we alwaes fight.. fight about stuff that is not related to us.. as in.. not cos hes seeing another gerl or im looking at another guy.. it is seriously about other people... ahha.. well so yeah. we went to esplanade.. for the countdown... and yeah.. i did have fun despite well.. someone testing my patience..and hahah.. my ferst ever new year kiss.. hahaha.. think it was nice.. with the fireworks at the background and all.. i was smiling all the wae thru... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;after that, we went to dte.. and had supper [or is it breakfast?..] haha.. and then we walked around for a bit.. and then we headed homee... and that was like at 4.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so thats why shes having a huge go atme..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh well.. least i did smth.. and it was fun.. but i cant deny that i wish it would have been slightly better...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;better finish up my homework..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;tootsies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113611028386190771?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113611028386190771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113611028386190771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113611028386190771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113611028386190771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-so.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113561200768106208</id><published>2005-12-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:46:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;

You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.
You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.

You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.
Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.

You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.
Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.

In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.

At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.

With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.

As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.

On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113561200768106208?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113561200768106208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113561200768106208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113561200768106208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113561200768106208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-personality-is-idealist-nf-you.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113560866154539574</id><published>2005-12-26T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:51:01.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;rightos&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;is anyone else doing their holidae homework nowww?? like last minute&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;if u are say aye!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;my goodness....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;there are a lot of things tobe done that are not done and i duno when i will ever complete them all...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i shall force myself to finish sastera tonight before i hit the sack..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe i can try and have a bit of a go on the second one&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i have not read any of my history stuff.. and i need to write an effing 5 page essay.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i have not read or done econs.. and im supposed to find a blardi article on it and im not sure whether i even understand it at all..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;crap crap crap..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;weeelll......&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;went out with mr bonnie just noww... after not seeing him for sucha long time.. miss him lotsa... oohhh... his exgf was on this telemovie that was aired on the tube yesterdae.. uuber shocked.. haha.. mean i was telling him that eh she looks like her.. and later later i found out that it was her.. hahah... wahh... now she famous ahh... oh well.. kuddos to her.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and im really 50kg now... i am soo not kidding... being 50 now officially allows me to call myself fat.. rite... and mr bonnie keeps on poking at my flabs.. doesnt make me feel any better.. i need to lose some weight.. before the ferst phys ed lesson... i still wana be 40 ish.. even if its 49.5kg.. altho i can imagine my frens telling me that im crazy.. hehe.. oh well.. thats just an aim.. not sure when ill acheive it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113560866154539574?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113560866154539574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113560866154539574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113560866154539574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113560866154539574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/12/rightos-is-anyone-else-doing-their.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113556658004322743</id><published>2005-12-26T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:09:40.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im back in singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and umm.. yeah.. now im left with lotsa work to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;have to finishup tons of stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and well.. im running out of time cos schools gonna reopen soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;think im gonna scout round for new blogskins.. im bored of mine already... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so later later&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/10228266-113556658004322743?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113556658004322743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113556658004322743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113556658004322743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113556658004322743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-in-singaporeand-umm.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113499444550145695</id><published>2005-12-19T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:14:05.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as my mum has so not nicely reminded me &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am to tell everyone that im going away for three daes&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and thus my cellphone will be inactive&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hence there will be no contact for and from me &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;aites&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have to publicly apologize to my dear nurul m fo not attending her chalet todae..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;forgive me yes dear..?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;later daes..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113499444550145695?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113499444550145695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113499444550145695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113499444550145695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113499444550145695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-my-mum-has-so-not-nicely-reminded.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113496135263554102</id><published>2005-12-19T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:02:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How I wish I could surrender my soul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shed the clothes that become my skin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;See the liar that burns within my needing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How I wish I had screamed out loud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Instead I've found no meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;find comfort in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hold memory close at hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Help me understand the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How I wish I would save my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm so cold from fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Far, far away; find comfort in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[tears and rain-james blunt]&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/10228266-113496135263554102?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113496135263554102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113496135263554102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113496135263554102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113496135263554102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-i-wish-i-could-surrender-my.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113474660887612526</id><published>2005-12-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:25:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;if u trinkle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when u sprinkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;be a sweetie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and wipe the seatie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ok.. hahhaha.. thats random.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just feel like blogging.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;well... i think sometimes im over paranoid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i can think of the most weirdest possibilities.. i mean this might not be new to well.. some.. but i am an absolute worry wart.. and like i can be on my tippy toes all the time.. and then i get soo tired of it.. then i get mad at myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;k fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ill spill..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i feel detached from myself again.. and i so do not know why.. i think its becos i worry too much.. maybe.. oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;things have been happening to my frens.. i dun wana sound mean but i dun want that to happen to me.. i mean i know why and how come it happened and stuff.. but i worry that that would happen to me too.. and i keep imagining how id be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;bah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;shall forget about this crap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;if the skies want me to forget u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;id rather foret myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;if the skies want me to not remember u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;id rather lose my memory forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;if the skies want me to leave u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;id rather leave this world than leave u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;becos i love u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thats what mr bonnie sent me yesterdae.. its just smth in my head.. not trying to boast about it or smth.. its not what ure thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&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/10228266-113474660887612526?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113474660887612526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113474660887612526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113474660887612526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113474660887612526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-u-trinkle-when-u-sprinklebe.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113456567020838390</id><published>2005-12-14T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:07:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok so ive self grounded myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;cos of well.. my bill.. rocketed through the seven layers of sky man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i guess i think that by grounding myself, im trying to make myself feel better.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and now well shes at it again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dun think shes going to stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am effing pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ive been Vpatient.. i noe she has a right and all.. but my goodness, stuff it.. and if im going to go through this in kl.. on my now so-called holidae.. i am seriously going to die.. and i cun find another person logical enough to replace me... i cun stand her for 3 daes without my freedom...i can stand her for the nites when shes at home, other than that.. god.. i think i shall seriously go insane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and she just said, its never going to be over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;bloody fuck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i think i shall really carry out my plan.. the plan i made since i was 14..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;crap.. i cun stand her and my fucking kiss-her-ass brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i shall start holing myself up again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;shall bury myself with all the other work im actually supposed to do.. shud try and finish one now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tootsies&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/10228266-113456567020838390?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113456567020838390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113456567020838390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113456567020838390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113456567020838390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-so-ive-self-grounded-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113383605886584757</id><published>2005-12-06T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:27:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im back... im back in humid singapore..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ive been away in jakarta.. and ive only got back this sundae... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the trip was for 10 daes..  i actually missed singapore like crazy..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;missed the people here.. missed the food..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;my goodness the food...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but now im back.. i can actually say its great to be back..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hahhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113383605886584757?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113383605886584757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113383605886584757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113383605886584757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113383605886584757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113275690467580506</id><published>2005-11-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:41:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i havent been blogging for an absolute long time.. and i noe some of my frens are wondering why i have been quiet.. hahah.. well.. im still alive and well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what shall i blog about yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;letseee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ferst would be maths paper.. the maths paper was alright i think.. least i hope my marks for it would turn out alright.. i mean if iknew all of a maths like the back of my hand, i would be able to get a Vgood score.. cos its not that difficult at all.. im not being cocky but its true.. there are hard/difficult questions obviously, but it wasnt THAT hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;second, hmm.. the november babies birthdaes..hmm dint celebrate all four of theirs but obviously celebrated mr bonnies.. duh.. welll went out to eat and stuff... yeahh.. took lotsa pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im not typing much cos at the same time im actually packing mystuff for fridae.. i noe some duno that im leaving.. yeap.. i am.. yeah people.. leaving for jakarta for 10 daes.. yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tootsies&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/10228266-113275690467580506?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113275690467580506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113275690467580506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113275690467580506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113275690467580506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-havent-been-blogging-for-absolute.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113161195883912122</id><published>2005-11-10T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:39:18.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i realised todae that there are quite a number of people around me who care.. i mean yea, theyre my friends, but its not as tho were Vclose or anything.. just that its comforting to know that there is sumone u can count on tho ure not close u knoe.. haha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;moving on&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;PROJECT WORK is officially OVER.. i cant describe the elation and relief i feel... hahah... it sounds as tho its a killer.. hahha.. in a way it is.. but yea, i mean i did learn stuff from it and all.. and i feel soo blessed that my group was my group, despite all my complains about them.. i mean i dont think i could have asked for a better group combination other than NY034... they really surprised me towards the end and they realy made up for watever they lost in the end u noe, so im happy about it.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but.. haiz.. i think i kinda screwed up my bit of the presentation, i mean, yea i kinda memorised it and stuff.. but sumhow, sumwhere there, i began to start to jumble up my words and i started to stutter a bit.. shits.. and i kpet saying sorry and sorry... cos i fumbled... haiya.. oh well.. cun do anything about it now.. the qna.. i was one of the unlucky two whom they asked 2 questions.. thinking back, i cant remember what the questions were.. haha.. but i kinda remembered what i said..  and i hope that my qna made up for my fumble in the presentation u noe.. i really hope i get a good grade cos of this.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;now... no more pw to think about only MATHs.. ahh.. hahha.. id really better start cracking shit.. i really really need to pass... really need to.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;found out smth todae.. dun really wana blog about that...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tootsies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113161195883912122?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113161195883912122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113161195883912122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113161195883912122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113161195883912122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-realised-todae-that-there-are-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113145152474865790</id><published>2005-11-08T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:05:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yes...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hes safe in australia... dun ask how i know.. i know how.. and hahahah.. soo happyyyy...hahaaha.. he told me he bought for me some stuff.. and i wonder what.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pw op in a few daes.. hiaz.. were more or less done.. but like somehow theres alwaes something for us to do u noe.. its like never ending.. haiya.. i cun wait for op to be over.. i really cant.. but before that, ill have to prepare my inr ferst..  haiya... crap...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;well.. another thing that has been in my head is my maths paper.. i am sooo UNPREPARED for it.. and im down to my last week already.. ineed that 6 badly man.. shit..i think i shall start burning midnight oil already.. shit man.. i really need to buck up a lot and i have Vlitle daes left..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;like for todae, i went to school to do op, then i called fai cos of smth and then went to west mall to meet her and nurul m.. i swear the north-south train is uber slow, or maybe its just me.. im not trying to offend my northern friends.. but i really think it is.. and ive been on the north-south train lotsa times this week and each time i find myself thinking whenis this gonna end?.. but when im on the east-west train, im like woohoo.. fun fun and i dun find myself thinking that.. haha.. im complaining about trains.. hahah.. ok. so back to the story, i went to west mall and met them, we at at the old man kentucky... and yeah.. im still fulll.. and then we went home, then borrowed some books and i got home and slept.. and now im on the comp.. where in this whole para have i talked about doing maths?.. this whole dae, i havent even touched my book.. thats it.. im going to touch it.. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tootsies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113145152474865790?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113145152474865790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113145152474865790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113145152474865790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113145152474865790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/11/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113132769273078469</id><published>2005-11-07T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:41:32.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i havent been blogging much... that i realised... why?.. cos i dunnoeee... i guess.. i just wanted to live in my own world for a bit... live with mr bonnie around.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;god shit man... im crying...  mr bonnies gone... he left... he left for australia... just... shit shit... keep telling myself that hell be back in a week.. but somehow thats just not working... i havent cried for a pretty long time man.. keep thinking that good least i can study for my exams.. but can i? i guess ill just have to make myself study.. i need to freaking pass my maths paper... i need to get a 6... crap man.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hari raya.. well.. was like that.. like how its always been.. not changed.. except that i spent two houses with mr bonnie.. haha.. letsee... how did he spent his ferst dae of hari raya.. well.. he spent it buying a car.. the second dae.. he went to cityhall.. he went out on the third dae... the third dae.. he went out with me.. to my friends place.. where.. haha.. he kinda got teased by her granddad.. the fourth dae, yesterdae.. we went to his friends place.. who claims he saw me before at a gig.. but i cant remember.. haha.. oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the bloody bitch smsed me that dae.. aka.. my fathers wife.. it simply shows that she married him for money.. which i would gladly tell he doesnt have... which she has painfully realised.. i dont noe her motive for smsing me all her problems.. i told her i dun wana noe any other things about them.. i told her that its your problem not mine and now wae in hell am i going to let my father come near my mother again.. u can have him for all i care.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss mr bonnie.. &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/10228266-113132769273078469?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113132769273078469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113132769273078469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113132769273078469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113132769273078469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-havent-been-blogging-much.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113107447198813462</id><published>2005-11-04T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:21:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;wooohooo... im baccckkkkkk... hahahhahha... soo many things to say.. ookkk.. hahah... the coms finally plugged back in... and and... ITS PLUGGED IN MY ROOM...  hahahha.... oookkkk....&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; so ferst....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY!! hahahha...welll.. thank u yea... for all the prezzies and messages and the testimonials and calls... to simply wish me happy birthdae... hahah... welll... thank u red table gerls for gooinggg out yea... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thank u mr bonnie for the big, shocking and unexpected present... hahah... for letting the whole of suntec know that it was my bdae and that im special.. hahah... loves&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so its the second day of raye... hahah&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;selamat hari raya to all the muslim readers... maaf zahir dan batin ya... &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dun feel like blogging much.. tootsies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113107447198813462?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113107447198813462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113107447198813462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113107447198813462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113107447198813462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/11/wooohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113039295373614155</id><published>2005-10-27T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:02:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sooooo... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ive had a very interesting morning..  hahhaha... shant elaborate.... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sick... not at sch todae.. and the poh dint call me.. guess she noes that im not faking it.. and welll... hmm mr bonnie... had to go on ship twice... crap.. so last minute.. was sweet to me.. haha.. but it kinda backfired on him, cos i was already awake... welll... yeah.. i sorta noe where hes bringing me for my dear bdae.. hahahhahah... think hes sleeping now.. oh oh.. he might be gone for a whole month next month... work... which means he wont be here on his bdae.. sad sad.. haizzz... he can be such a stubborn idiote.. oh weeellll....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113039295373614155?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113039295373614155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113039295373614155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113039295373614155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113039295373614155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/sooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113021374342498222</id><published>2005-10-25T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:20:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Note: red table gerls.. 28 october, fridae, at 5.45 pm dhoby ghaut mrt station.. dun be late...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;soo.. yesterdays entry was published todae.. like just a few sec before this entry.. cos my dear monitor just went blank on me.. and im really sorry to the people i was chatting with.. i didnt mean to be rude..but it just happened.. truly sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;well.. im at home todae.. im really sick.. i think im not going to continue with my fast.. i feeel soo weakk..and i hate that.. i hate feeling weak cos im sick.. i really honestly do.. and because im sick todae, my group members have to piece the oral presentation by themselves todae.. and i gues.. i really just have to give them the benefit of doubt that it would not be a failure.. because our dry run is tomorrow.. and its supposed to be like the real thing... and im Vworried that it wount turn out good cos my voice is gone.. it takes me a lot of energy to just talk.. and after i talk talk, im left feeling weak.. like now.. cos i just ended talking to mr bonnie.. ithink people would think, yes finally the world is a much quieter place cos im shutting up.. hahha.. oh well.. you can have your glory there.. for now.. hahah.. oh well.. its ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have to kinda make something clear.. its about mr bonnie.. now, hes not my mr bonnie.. hes not my bf.. its just that now.. well.. were going out.. were umm.. letsee seeing each other more like it.. nope.. hes not my boyfriend.. and i guess it would be a bit too early.. ive really known him for about a month.. cos its been slightly over a month since he ferst smsed me.. so yea.. so umm.. haha.. nothing THAT interesting happened with mr bonnie.. not since the last entry.. for the last entry.. well, something happened.. but im not tellinggg... hahahah... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4 more daes to my bdae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4 more daes to finding out what he has planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3 more daes to pizza hut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3 more daes to catching up with the red table gerls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 more daes to almost freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 more dae to oral presentation dry run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;crap.. tootsies&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/10228266-113021374342498222?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113021374342498222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113021374342498222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113021374342498222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113021374342498222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/note-red-table-gerls_25.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113015772261656736</id><published>2005-10-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:02:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Note: red table gerls.. if u read this.. its on 28 october 2005, friday, at 1745 that is 5.45 pm at dhoby ghaut mrt station, well be heading to plaza singapura for pizza there..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i do not feel well at all..i feel absolutely sick.. physically ill.. not mentally or emotionally.. bummer mann.. hopefully i get over it soon.. before my birthday comes.. ive been sick on my bdae.. and i dint wwellll.. only wana go through that once.. cos this year..well this year is welll .. abit different.. i guess.. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;todae i did not exactly do much at school i left early.. ten ish.. and after that well.. i met mr bonnie... and well.. yea.. kinda spent the whole dae with him.. he brought me to marina square.. and godd.. i love love tat place.. FAI we shuud goo there...!!! its newly opened.. and its absolute heaven.. like the whole row of shops are like meant for us.. hahah really really..i still question his motive for bringing me there.. he said he purposely wanted to bring me there.. and im like.. hmm... why..?? i mean i thot hes already sussed out wat i wanted for my bdae.. hahah.. or rather wat hes giving me..he still tells me that he has already planed out where to bring me and all.. but i still have no clue.. the only clue that hes given me is that its going to be at city hall.. and hes promised that whatever he has planned would not make me sweat, wet and that he would not push me and that he would not throw me anywhere.. hahah.. i hope that covers all the grounds.. somehow im not that sure.. hahah.. oh well.. he keeps telling me that its a surprise.. and it has to remain as a surprise.. but i kinda like todaes date... i guess.. hhahaha.. it was pretty sweet to the end.. like in the train.. haha.. but well.. he still keeps his exgf pics on him.. and well hes said to be over her .. welll bot exaclt over.. but u get the idea.....&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im stopping here..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the coms being a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113015772261656736?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113015772261656736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113015772261656736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113015772261656736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113015772261656736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/note-red-table-gerls.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-113006881505378781</id><published>2005-10-23T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:00:17.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hmmm ok... so todae.. well not much happened... normal sundaes i guess.. except theres no mad todae.. so i guess that should be about normal.. hahahha...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hmm sooo.. letsee.. wat happened ya.. well... yesterdae i had well i quite fun time chatting with this guy from school hahah.. i never knew u noee.. hahah..its  not the gatal kinda i never knew.. but like oohhh ookkk i really dint noe.. dint think..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;well... kai said that she was beginning to think whether i was dead or not os i havent been talking to her much.. haha.. kai kai... call me lahh deyy check whether i m still alive.. hahah.. but yes i am still alive and breathing..talking about whether i calling... mr bonniehas figured it out for himslef that if he doesnt hear me for a few daes, he has  reason to worry.. hahha.. he said hed be wondering if hes irritated me ornot.. hahha.. cute.. he really listens.. i was telling him about aidil and shibly.. why i avoid them and all.. and yea.. he picked up from there u see.. hahha.. ;).. and todae.. dang u noe.. cos he made me tell about mhk and all.. about 290204 and all.. then yea.. dang.. hahha.. i mean ive been keeping it fomo him.. a loong while now.. and now.. he noes.. hahha.. and he wants to noe about mimr.. i told him that he has totell me about his exgfs.. before i do that.. and i am soo not kidding..  hahha.. ill prolly change the subject or smth.. and i keep telling him that hes lucky.. Vlucky..  lucky that i stood there to wait for himand lucky that i actually reply his smses and talk to him.. hahha.. i dono why i did that... i mean why i still do that..  and i dont knoe why.. chemistry.. i guess..  hahah..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;6daes to my bdae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-113006881505378781?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/113006881505378781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=113006881505378781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113006881505378781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/113006881505378781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmm-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112998259079105206</id><published>2005-10-22T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T20:27:53.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[note: red table gerls if ure reading this.. we are eating out at pizza hut on the 28 of october.. fai cant make i ton the 29th.. so any clarifications just call me or tag]&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i havent been blogging lately.. i noe its not a long long kinda lately.. but i think it was quite weird that i was turned off by the pc yesterdae.. cos i had the whole house all to myself... and i was determined as hell not to use it.. hahahah... &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so this morning.. my mum dragged me to the doctors... for the pain behind my ear thingy... it turns out that she cun really see it... she, the gp, can only like feel it.. and she deduced it to be an infection.. wat infection.. something... hahah... so yea... but i was umm thinking that maybe u noe.. i exagerated it a bit... u noee.. i mean yea it hurts but.. u noee.. hahha.. i was shocked that mommy actually wanted to bring me to he doctor after i complained about it once... so well... yea.. so bright and early in the morning i was whisked off to the doctor.. and since we were there my mum bought the necessary medication i would need for my indon trip.. yea... so... but now.. i have to take antibiotics for the infection..and its bitter as hell reall bitterrr... and the reason is because.. its in syrup form.. if i knew it was going to be this bitter maybe i would have just stuck to the capsules.. hhah.. the antibiotics itself was well... umm in a wee bit weird form.. i dun think im going to finish the whole course.. i think maybe a bottle only.. haha.. sshh.. dun tell my mommy..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;well... the gp said that part of the reason why i got that infection was because i havent been sleeping well and all.. and i think well.. haha.. thats definitely true.. pw or otherwise.. and i guess it wont be ending anitime soon.. cos... by next week onwards its maths maths maths... and of course my presentation.. i cant wait to get it done and over with and at the same time i dont want to do badly for my maths paper and waste my mommys money... i must at least pass.. and i dun have that much time left.. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;well..mr bonnie didnt really get the hint about the insufficient sleep part.. hahah.. oh well... hahah... not as if id let him anyway.. so yesteray during the dae.. i met him abit... a short bit that is.. but when night came... hahah.. or rather early morning came.. well..hahah.. we were talking alot... hahah.. we were talking about my birthdae.. wat he has plans.. in which i absolutely have no idea about.. hahah.. hes goodd... going out with him on the 29th...  hahah... and this afternoon.. well..haah.. we were opening up a lot... a whole lot.. i told him about shibly and aidill.. and i told him that i felt choked up with him once.. and i told him that hes lucky i stood there to meet him.. and he told me that when he ferst went to mee me he said he was blushing all the wae.. hahahha sweet.. i told him that i dint see him blush.. and i said that my fren would have said some thing also... hahah.. but i looked back at the picture i took with him... and well.... his ears were red... hahahahhah.. so i guess he was blushing.. hhahahha.. cute ahh... &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tootsies&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;7 more daes to my bdae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112998259079105206?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112998259079105206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112998259079105206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112998259079105206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112998259079105206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/note-red-table-gerls-if-ure-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112982095438224914</id><published>2005-10-20T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:09:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theres this feeling in my heart -  what is it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ok.. so i dun really wana blog uch.. cos i think my bed is really calling me.. so my entry wil be short..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im done with my WR!!! thank u thank u soo soo muchh.. i love love love my group members for finally pulling through.. thank you thank you .. and hopefully well get a good grade for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yesterdaes entry was my 100th entry.. like whoa... hahah.. after being a blogger since like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the earlier half of the year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i think i just got electrocuted.. cos my toe is tingling and its a funny feeling... i brushed or watever is hte term against my computer power sockets... hahah.. kewlll... my ferst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mr bonnie jus really really opened up to me.. though i think he thinks that i dont know wat its about.. but haha... dun tell him that i think i know.. hahha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im going to look like an utter hag in school tmr.. but i couldnt care less.. since tomorrows a fri... i hope all my sacrifice is going to be worth it.. every single moment of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im going to cut my hair.. and i shall get somehing for my hair other than its lotion.. i think my hairs a bit funny now.. haha..oh well.. shall get it cut then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;am fucking excited to see allthe red table gerls in nine daes.. i called them up yesterdae..  it was nice to hear them ... i still have to call one more gerl.. hahha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ok thats it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9 more daes to my bdae..&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/10228266-112982095438224914?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112982095438224914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112982095438224914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112982095438224914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112982095438224914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-this-feeling-in-my-heart-what.html' title='theres this feeling in my heart -  what is it'/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112970882888517302</id><published>2005-10-19T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:00:28.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;todae.. i chose not to go to school.. haha.. despite my mommy telling me that its better for me to.. but u noe.. wth.. i was dead tired.. and i dint feel like going.. AND apparently half of my class too did not feel like going to school.. hahah.. yea.. so if we dun have letters when we come tmr.. then were in dead shit.. hah.. it sucks sometimes to have teachers who 'care'.. it sometimes leave u feeling choked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my wr is almost complete.. thank you... haiz.. im glad that my members well.. they picked up some slack and tried to compensate for the times that they left their work behind.. pretty happy and welll.. shocked about that... we spent hours doing the wr.. and ive finally emailed it to my subject teacher.. phew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so yesterdae, i went out and buka at sakura at far east with mr bonnie... hahaha.. we met up pretty early.. and wel.. i was going gaga over red shoes.. as in for school.. and he realised that once i have my mind fixed on smth, i wun budge.. hahah... yeah well.. then yea.. hes a real adidas fanatic..haha... oh welll.. and yesterdae it was just us both and we well.. were able to talk pretty well.. except for this lil blip that happened which i think made him broke down.. i think he really wanted to punch this busker to death.. and im not exaggerating at all.. wat the busker said i guess really hit home for him.. and well.. it took him a long long time to recover from it... yea... i didnt know what to say to him to make him forget about it.. not that i dint try i did.. but he was still fixated on it.. so i just let him be.. only when we were at like paya lebar or smth then he started talking to me.. it just made me even more sure that hes still not over his exgf.. oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;something happened to mr pinnochio last nite.. hahhaa.. i wana laugh but itd be mean of me.. but it is really funnyy... hahha... i hope hes safe at home now.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;10 more daes to my bdae&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/10228266-112970882888517302?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112970882888517302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112970882888517302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112970882888517302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112970882888517302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/todae.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112960364898598527</id><published>2005-10-18T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:47:28.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmm so yet again im in school.. haha.. so wats new right.. todae im extremely tired and i am trying my absolute best not to be cranky or create problems for the people around me.. i am actually surviving on 3 hours of sleep.. not counting the hour i got on the bus home yesterdae... why was i not sleeping when i normally would have? well.. i was doing some much awaited changes to my written report.. and yea.. cos they need to run it through some software and all.. so yea needed to finish that up fast.. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and yea.. there was mr bonnie.. talked to him till 2 am.. and i had to call him which means i couldnt lie on the comfort of my bed.. i had to sit at my table and talk.. uncomfy... so yea.. he was umm rather grouchy yesterdae.. something like i called him late.. i mean hello.. yes i said umm 11 but i had things to finish ferst.. and its not as tho i said 11 ont eh dot.. i said 11 like that.. so if i called u at 11 35 means im still right..  argh.. it was frustrating.. i mean its not as if ure my boyfriend u noe.. im just going out with u.. you dont have to do that.. but yea.. i wasnt exactly in a mood to pick up a fight with him.. and to add on to his unhappiness, i had to tell him about irritating aidil twho was bugging me online.. and he got kinda peeved although he didnt want to admit it.. he had this thing against chatting.. so yea.. i felt a bit choked at his anger or jealousy or whatever.. i mean there is no reason for him to do that.. no reason for him to act like that.. and then the part that always tells me to run away from guys was SHRIEKING at me.. telling me to run away form him BUTi dunnoee.. im still here at the same spot.. hmm.. he was umm also nagging at me about my results.. i mean yea.. i know its not fantabulous.. and i noe what i should do in the not so distant future.. AND i already have my dear mommy nagging at me.. i dun need him to nag at me.. so needless to sae.. i wasnt a very happy gerl with him last nite.. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok.. my results are out.. and i am getting promoted.. thank you god.. but the results that i got.. well.. not exactly what i wanted.. i noe i could have done better for history.. ok.. so my raw score is c, e, d and i passed gp.. so im getting promoted.. but i think eventually the results will be c,c,e.. cos its added with all the other class work and stuff that we do.. so yea.. but i am VDisappointed with malay and hist.. the two subs that i could have done better in.. crap.. but wat can i possibly do now rite.. so all i can do is for the future..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bah.. tootsies.. wrs screaming..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1 more month to mr bonnies bdae&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11 more daes to my bdae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112960364898598527?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112960364898598527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112960364898598527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112960364898598527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112960364898598527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm-so-yet-again-im-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112952165617890546</id><published>2005-10-17T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:00:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so now im at sch... theyre only returning our results later todae.. which means in a few more hours.. which also means that i have extra hours to kill.. i decided that it would be better for me to blog now and do all the stuff now than later.. cos later at nite ill have to do all my pw stuff.. haizz.. a nite of reading again.. and after all that reading.. were gonna have to finish our whole wr by tmr.. and becos weve been very much behind time.. tmr we have to make our wr perfect.. spotless.. cos we wont have enuff time to like redo the whole thing.. haiz.. maybe i shall read the sites now.. least after i blog.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wats new..?? well.. theres mr bonnie, as always... and theres this other thing that i have been thingking about for some time.. hah.. fil will deem it as intellectual i guess... as im typing this these guys like 2 computers down are talking about chemistry and all.. hhahaa.. chemistry?.. is that a word..?? hhahha.. oh welll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[if u dun wana read this skip to the next paragraph]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so yea.. ive been thinking.. u noe that umm like for flowers and frogs.. the more beautiful it is or the more colorful it is.. the more dangerous and poisonous it is... so im thinking.. is that also relevant to humans..?? i mean like the more beautiful someone is.. or gets, would he /she become more dangerous..?? or maybe poisonous to human feelings??.. cos i ws thinking that if that was true.. then these beautiful people would be umm detrimental.. ahha.. im not criticising beautiful gerls or guys.. i noe some beautiful people exist and they are still nice  and cultured.. i was thinking about some of the gerls around who find themselves beautiful and they are soo mean and uncultured.. and they walk as tho they own the world.. they mite think its confidence but i think its arrogance..  that leads to another thing... beautiful people i guess, are people who do not knoe that they have the physical assets... physical beauty.. and the remain beautiful with their characteristics.. i mean u cant bw a show off about something that u dont noe about can u??.. well.. on the other hand..  there are people who realise that they have the assets physically and do not let it get too much in their heads and remain as they are.. not plastic.. haha.. ive been typing all this but the more i type the more incapable i become on deriving on a conclusion.. i guess beauty and character would forever remain as a vague issue and no amount of debate will satisfy a substantial amount of people.... yeah... so my initail point is.. the more beautiful a person is.. the more harmful he/she gets... [my question there]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so moving on to mr bonnie.. hahha.. goddd ive been talking a whole lot to him.. like for the whole dae yesterdae.. i was talking to him.. haha.. yeah.. and initially i thought that the reason we were talking soo much to each other was becos he wasnt gonna call me at nite.. cos i have school todae.. but.. hahha... nahhh.... he called at nite and at ferst he was like no no go back to sleep..  and i was like nolah.. nvm lah...hahahha... so we talked for two hours before he really insisted that i slept... and now... hes away again.. haha.. but hes gonna be back at 4 later.. i guess one of the earlier trips..  oohh ohhh... i am pretty surprised at myself.. i mean like after mhk i became unable to wake up when my fone vibrates beside me... but surprise surprise.. i woke up all well and good last nite..  which yea.. im still unable to umm get out of my head cosss.. yea... i can be a pretty heavy sleeper... hahah.. magix of mr bonnie.. hahha.. so yea.. we talked a lot... and umm.. i still wonder wat hes doing with me.. but i shall just go with the flow and umm... take things as they come.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a pretty long entry.. and people are reading them behind me and im pretending that i dont noe.. hahha.. people i have a rite to use this too.... buzz off....  nosy pokers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;12 more daes to my bdae..&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/10228266-112952165617890546?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112952165617890546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112952165617890546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112952165617890546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112952165617890546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-now-im-at-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112945913854103508</id><published>2005-10-16T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:33:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i read fils entry and she said that we blog about umm intellect stuff.. hahah.. so yeah.. hahha.. klah.. i shant blog about anything intellectual based?? hahahha.. watever that means.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well yesterdae.. i bought my raye shoes!!! hahaha.. i think its very pretty pretty and sexy maybe??... hahhah... but its talll... hahha.. i think taller than my previous one.. hahah.. i can imagine when we go jalan raya.. filza say.. 'radhiah giler tau..' hahahha.. yea maybe i am.. cos its as good as 10 cm tall.. hahah.. i will tower above them.. hahahha... then ill complain to myself or smth.. hahah.. i took all my raye clothes readi... all purple.. ahahha.. mr bonnie complains about that.. haha.. the fact that its purple.. hahah.. wat only lah he.. hahah.. hmmm yes.. my whole raye clothes almost complete.. hahha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well mr bonnie.. well.. ive been doing late nights with him.. hahha.. sounds kinky.. nolah.. ive been talking to him for hours and hours at nite.. and i guess thats good??... im not sure.. the thing is i aint that sure wheres this leading to.. and and .. hmm.. he complains that i dun tell him things.. and i get damn shy with himm.. not like that kinda shy.. but another kinda shy... im not making sense but wat the heck.. but i like him lahh.. and hes like u noe.. very nice.. and.. and hes sarcastic and lame.. hahah.. the lame part sounds familiar doesnt it??.. hahha.. he said todae on the phone.. "i wonder how ur husband gonna look like.." and im like ookkk... i think thats a bit far.. and well its got me thinking u noe.. wats he doing with me.. wats the question all for ... wats it all about.. u noe.. well.. i guess i shall move on to other happier mr bonnie things.. hahha.. its early.. but weve planned for raye readi... hahha... but were gonna hav a bit of trouble.. cos hes going to leave for the down under and about a week plus after he comes back, ill be leaving.. so yeah.. dunnoe how were gonna jalan raye like that.. ooh ohh.. i dunnoe why but he asked for my shoe size... hahha.. i dunnoe wat that was for.. hahha.. weird mr bonnie... oohhh and i noe that my bdae prezz is umm related to mini cooper.. my love.. hahah.. yes.. i dunnoe wat hes going to do.. he wun tell me.. and and hes making me eat.. like alot.. hahha.. oh welll.. hes leaving early morning tonite.. and theres school tmr.. hmm.. but he wont be gone for long.. hahha.. i think i shall buka with him lah when he comes back.. kesian dier.. hahha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13 more daes to my bdae&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/10228266-112945913854103508?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112945913854103508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112945913854103508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112945913854103508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112945913854103508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-read-fils-entry-and-she-said-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112929788592181411</id><published>2005-10-14T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:51:25.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i realised that i havent blogged about things that has happened the past two daes..hahha.. and i guess thats an achievement..? hahahhaha.. hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so todae as open house.. for my sch.. and i seriously and sincerely expected to be a larger turn out compared to last year.. i dunnoe why i just did.. and i thot that we were gonna be real busy. bustling.. u noee..hahah.. but we werent.. like everything that happened, was the EXACT opposite of wat i thought..hahha.. oh wellss... i guess it will always be cheena school... oh well.. were used to being the minority aniwae... hmm..oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i wonder how my results are going to be.. i asked my history teacher how i fared and he said that he couldnt remember off the top of his head... and i think that thats not a good sign... cos if i did good, then he would be able to remember.. hmm.. disappointment one already... haiz.. and cikgu said that seh doesnt noe wat were writing about.. but i can assure her that that was wat our teacher taught us.. and im glad that i have my teacher cos he encourages us to think out of the box.. while the other teacher is more of a conformist..  so i guess thats why she doesnt noe wat were writing about.. or maybe its just wat i wrote that she doesnt understand.. haiz... i am worried abou tmy results.. i shall strictly dedicate myself to doing my pw.. i have been running away from it.. i shall open the file and do it.. i shalll i shall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well todae... i met mr bonnie again.. hahah.. and i met him yesterdae... but both daes i dint buke with him.. i felt especially bad that i dint buke with him todae.. i really do... and im really sorryyy... hhaha..im forbidden to worry and say sorry from now on actuallyy.. hahahah... god.. so early and he can see thru that.. altho it mite be awee bit obvious for him.. hahah... i really do feel bad for not bukaing with im todae.. he wanted to treat me cos i blew all my money on cab fare in the morning..  but after all the time that i wished he did.. i told him i dint want him to.. hhaha.. DO NOT ASK ME WHY!!well.. i mean i noe why.. but yeah.. he had other reasons for wanting to treat me which he so unshamedly told me.. hahah.. not telling.. and i like todaes date out of all the dates that weve had.. cosss.... we were alone.. then we really talked talked.. i mean not that i mind if his friends were there.. just that his attention would be divided.. and i wouldnt talk much then.. so yea.. i was talking a bit.. hahah.. ok... maybe a big bit.. hahha... but he talked a big bit too... hahhaha.. hehhe.. yeah.. then like it cleared up some of the air that was lingering around.. and and i never noticed this.. cos whenever he sends me home.. ill sae bye and turn ard and wait for the lift and i always always assume that he would have walked off after he say goodbye... but i realised that he doesnt.. i saw just now.. that he waited for me to get in the lift ferst before walking off.. hehehehe... so sweett.. hahah.. klah maybe its just mee...heheh.. so yeah .. yesterdae iw ent to dte with him and then we met his friends.. haha... hmm.. oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15 more daes to my bdae&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/10228266-112929788592181411?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112929788592181411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112929788592181411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112929788592181411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112929788592181411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-realised-that-i-havent-blogged-about.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112912194093658009</id><published>2005-10-12T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:10:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok sumone just killedmy mood.. really did that bad.. i found out something... so arseholic of him to do that.. ergh.. u really make me sick.. u really do.. and i hate u soo much for that.. ure just fucking using her u noe that.. just cos u want to take ur results u start to like comfort her..?? hello arsehole.. u need the comfort more than she does.. argh!!! thank you soo much for bursting my bubble u fucking asshole.. u noe wat.. cos shes my friend.. i wun call u and start hurling vulgarities at you.. cos i noe itll hurt her.. argh!!! u are so inconsiderate..u really are.. u noe wat.. i never thot id say this but i hate u!! omg... ARGHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok so before this asshole burst my bubble.. i was happy about sum stuff in my life... argh i cun get over it!!! ASSHOLE ASSHOLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i shall not let this asshole affect me i shall think of sumthing happy.. or rather mr bonnie... can i say my mr bonnie?... nolah not yet.. so yes yesterdae.. i went out with mr bonnie... thank you fai for your tops.. loves loves.. thinking about mr bonnie and being in good company of friends made me really smile thru the dae.. hahhah.. i even laughed... hahah.. i dunnoe suddenly i think as tho i havent laughed for a long time.. hahha.. as in laugh2.. yeah.. ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so mr bonnie.. i went out with him in the evening... broke fast with him and all.. then we walked around the bazaar at geylang.. and yeah.. hahah.. we walked thru it like 4 times.. hahaha.. later we met his friends.. but before i met his friends.. least those that were gonna meet us... we saw a WHOLE LOT of his other friends.. like bumped into them.. i lost count at 5.. hahahha.. really it was like walk for about 10 paces and he goes "eh!! dah lame tak nampak.." and he starts talking to them for a bit which leaves me like.. a bit stranded... but hmm i let him be lah.. hehehe.. there was actually one of his friends.. this guy... i think hes from holland.. hes quite cute... hahahhaha.. omg.. i dun believe i typed tat.. hahahha... dang he was cute.. hahah... dun ask me how i knew he was from holland.. hehehe.. ok so back to mr bonnie.. so yeah.. he was seriously bumping into a lot of his friends.. and im like "u have a lot of friends dont u..." it really doesnt take an idiot to see that.. hahah.. and yeah i met his friends.. they were gerls.. and yeah.. they were nice.. noeing or rather meeting them makes u realise that there are all kinds of people out there.. and he admits that he noes all kinds of people.. from the good to the badd... and i mean its the two whole extremes.. yeahh... so ya... i ended up going back later than i expected.. i mean there was not time set for me.. but umm.. i wanted to be home by 10 ish.. and i ended reaching home at 11 ish.. hahaa.. but earlier than kais bbq ahhh.. and and.. he sent me home..!! heheh.. yeah he did.. no nothing physi happened.. that i can vouch/swear to.. hahah.. and i think when i jalan raye with him.. hes gonna take his sis's car.. i hope hope so... yey!! hahah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmmm.. so the sale has started.. better start to hit the mallss.. but also the wr datelines coming.. and ive been putting it all off... i shall do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ooh ohh!!.. i have a new addition to my already HUGE family.. my cousin in kuantan has safely delivered another baby girl.. whos name is husnah.. and altho i wont be able to see my new niece till shes a bit bigger.. maybe aidiladha.. i love her.. welcome yah babe.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;17 more daes to my bdae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&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/10228266-112912194093658009?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112912194093658009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112912194093658009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112912194093658009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112912194093658009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-sumone-just-killedmy-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112899892064947169</id><published>2005-10-11T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:48:40.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmmm... wat shall i blog about todae yea... hahhaha.. i dun really have anything much to sae.. oohhh.. i got another thing that i want.. charm bracelet.. like the one at isetan.. haha.. too many hints.. cos there u can choose the charms... then i think nice ahh.. hehhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yesterdae.. hahha.. the evening was pretty fun.. suddenly the sec4/o4 malay batch were like chatting in the same window all together.. hahha..i dunoe who exactly thought of that but i think maybe fil and kai... hahah.. well it wasnt like a whole lot of us.. it was more of umm only 5.. me fil kai baa and mr pinocchio... hahah... the rest werent around.. was pretty funny i guess.. the taichi and wat nots..hahaha.. it  felt good to be talking to them en masse... usually i wun talk to them or talk to them personally.. haha.. love love.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;mr bonnies supposed to be back todae.. have yet to hear from him... hmm.. i dunnoee.. i dun feel like seeing mr bonnie.. i can feel myself getting afraid again.. i can feel myself detaching.. uh oh.. hahah... kais gonna have a hard time... i mean yeah i get it.. i shud see other people.. but hmm.. its just u noee not the same.. yes like ive said ive become a commitophobe.. which is soo un-me.. but yeah ive tried and will continue to try ah i guess.. but haizz.. then some of my frens are like sindir- ing me.. oh well.. i take it lightly.. hahhaha... i woke up early todae becos i had jitters... hahah i feel soo virginall...as tho im not used to this.. hahah.. but then again maybe i am... im contradicting myself.. but oh wells... haiz.. tried to find out stuff from mr pinocchio about mr bonnie.. but nah.. most of the stuff i already noe.. hahha... mr pinocchio owes me a story... he dint finish it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;kepada umat islam sekalian.. selamat berpuasa.. walaupun ini agak terlambat.. tetapi..  niat saya baik.. jika anda merokok tolong lah berhenti... kerana ia boleh menjejas puasa anda.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dunnoe why i said that i felt like it... hahaha... hmmm... so much for nothing much to sae... tootsies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;18 more daes to my bdae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[aliff hope ur operation goes fine/filza get well soon/red table 18 more daes!!]&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/10228266-112899892064947169?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112899892064947169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112899892064947169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112899892064947169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112899892064947169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112894540638684337</id><published>2005-10-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:56:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hmmm so todae.. this would be my second entry.. i think i shall have a wish list since some people have been asking wat i want... to tell the truth i dun reallie noe either... but im racking my brains now to think of sum stuff that i want... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. a new camera with higher pixels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. high collared tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. a cap that fits my face shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;4.a new bag [school and to go out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. straight cut jeans [i hate boot legged ones]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. i could do with sum lip balm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. new slippers/sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i guess thats all i can think off now... but really i dun expect anything especially if were dining out.. i mean u noe the red table gerls.. i just miss u guys a lot and want the company.. so umm pizza hut yea?.. ill update u guys if anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;19 more daes to my bdae&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/10228266-112894540638684337?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112894540638684337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112894540638684337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112894540638684337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112894540638684337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmm-so-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112891767158405942</id><published>2005-10-10T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:14:31.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ok soo.. hmm.. i purposely woke up late todae.. i was awake at 8 and 9 but i chose to sleep in till 10 ish.. so yeah... last nite as in the nite nite not the nite morning.. i found out that this gerl i was talking to was umm.. this guy i fancied at mad.. i was like omg.. the coincidence... hahahha... i mean im not sore or beat up about it.. i mean the gerls nice and stuff.. so  yeah.. hes real lucky to have her lah... hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;so the nite morning.. i spent talking to my fren for like hours.. the thing is.. usually when i do that fb would wake up.. but she didint at all.. hahah.. guess she was too bushed form spending over a 100 bux on my brother.. hahah.. so yeah... i guess thats all tat i can blog about now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;oohhh... mr bonnie smsed me yesterdae..so sweet.. after he docked about an hour, he smsed me to go buker with him.. but i cudnt so we decided on another dae.. heheh...  so yeah.. i found out some things about mr bonnie thats wow.. like omg wow i never knew kinda thing..  but in the end it somehow showed that he has a lot of courage.. and all.. and yeahh.. i wun go into details here.. but like god is really great.. well mr bonnies on the sea now.. haha.. do i miss mr bonnie?? nahh.. i dun.. not the time or position to miss.. and i dun really have the thing for him yet.. the sparks i guess.. i mean i feel safe and senang with him.. not easy.. but u noeee.. yeahh.. but thats the thing i guess.. i dun exactly miss him.. hmm...&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/10228266-112891767158405942?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112891767158405942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112891767158405942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112891767158405942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112891767158405942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112882264257319064</id><published>2005-10-09T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:50:42.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmm... so its bright and early.. ok maybe not that bright.. but its the kinda weather i like working and passing my dae thru.. cloudy and kinda dark.. i wonder sometimes why i have this knack of getting myslef into trouble... well i kinda got into a spot with one of my friends [really sorry] and this morning.. well not exactly this morning but like since dinner last nite.. ive been having rows with fb.. im amazed how the name never seems to change.. hahah.. its like a universal known thing haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i mean people always say that as i get older id actually get close with my mommy.. but yeah.. that mite be true to a miniscule extent.. but u noeee.... i dun think that is all working out.. and yeah.. god we still have lotsa rows man.. i mean certain things fb does makes me feel so insignificant already.. and it really shows what she really feels u noe.. of course she has a whole lottsa time denying it and all but u noe.. u just noe it and thats it.. nothing else cures.. fb says she does things for me and all.. and im thankful for it.. i really am but when its comes to the litle things, and i mean im the ferst child.. i mean that shud count for smth.. i mean u shud be able to remember things that i like and i dun like rite.. i mean she may not noe it but it hurts for me.. she only thinks of herself.. her pain.. wat about me hah??.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well i guess fb would never noe wat im really like..  she would never noe why i do certain things she will never noe wat are my favourite colours.. she will never noe wat kinda stuff i like.. it sucks but i guess i have to live with it a bit more.. haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;20 more daes to my bdae... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;happy bdae hadif!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[my baby cuzs whos not that baby anymore.. tho ill noe he wun ever read this..]&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/10228266-112882264257319064?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112882264257319064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112882264257319064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112882264257319064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112882264257319064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112876176118013530</id><published>2005-10-08T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:56:01.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;there are a lot of things i wana talk about..well.. about the charged bloggers, the quakes, and myslef... haha.. it might be funny to metion yslef but often thats wat i forget the most..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so ferst the charged bloggers.. well... they got punished. yea. under the act.. but.. they got away too easy.. thats wat i think.. i mean the judge did add that anymore of these poeple causing racial tension would receive a heavier sentence and they would not hessitate to or smth like that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;its just that this incident scares me shitless.. i mean those bloggers had malay muslim friends.. and yet they still made those remarks. i dunno whether either of the is the secondholocaust blogger.. but seriously belittling us to rats?!!.. i think thats a bit too far.. i duno wat to say nemore.. i dun want to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the quakes.. quakes recently.. just recently hit sumatra and pakistan.. i pity those people.. especially those affected by the pakistani one.. it affected india and afghan.. i mean these people are already poor and are much in need.. its just scary... i noe allah loves them more.. its just that its scary..  i mean the implications.. i shant explain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok me.. hahah..  well ive been disappointed these past few daes..  and i think it cost me my econs paper 1 and 2.. the thing is the person doesn't even noe.. oh well.. wat goes around comes around..its ok.. unoe its really ok.. altho it hurts.. i shall simply imply and understand u from ur actions and that is all there is to it.. the only thing that has affected me is that my resolure to move  away has become stronger.. cos i suppose it just added to the already stressful list of things..ive alwaes wantd to just pack up and leave.. and mark my words.. i will do it.. and when i do i wont tell anyine that im leaving.. all ull noe is that ive already left.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;well yesterdae shopping with adib ws fun.. hahah both our legs wanted to break... hahah.. and when u think of it we dint exacty walked that far..  haha.. we camwhored a bit especially in the dressing room... well thats about it.. theres more but typing all this has tired me.. i want gwmaa to like sms me tonite.. i was an utter pig that i dint feel the vibration of 2 smses and 1 call.. i dunoe who called i guess him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;21 more daes to my bdae&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/10228266-112876176118013530?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112876176118013530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112876176118013530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112876176118013530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112876176118013530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-are-lot-of-things-i-wana-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112869052447075886</id><published>2005-10-07T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:08:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i dun feel like blogging much todae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i had fun with adib... loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im tired from walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;im still disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i will try to do the best for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i think i screwed up econs mcq and drq...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;great.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i shall do pw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112869052447075886?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112869052447075886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112869052447075886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112869052447075886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112869052447075886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dun-feel-like-blogging-much-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112857987755882746</id><published>2005-10-06T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:25:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u noe wat.. if u think this is meant for u then beat it... i noe who im talking about...if u wana confirm its u... then ask me... ok...
i dun believe u!! i really dun. how freaking childish can u get..u noe ... i tot all my disappointment stopped... stopped when i could actually cry again.... but OBVIOUSLY i was wrong.. i seriously dun believe u... u noe u mite think its dumb for me to react this way.. but wth its my blog and i wana talk about u... i duno why u have to do that.. u noe its unjust... and its unfair.. and im really diappointed... how can u ever do that??.. wat u think id do to u.. ill fall and roll over and start begging.. like a fucking sick puppy?? PLEASE!!! ok... i shall stop.. if u ever read this... i dun want to do anything with u anymore... i really dun....

i shall start mugging for econs again..
23 more daes to my bdae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112857987755882746?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112857987755882746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112857987755882746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112857987755882746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112857987755882746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/u-noe-wat.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112848448278430947</id><published>2005-10-05T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T11:54:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahha.. i had a lot of free time for maths 2 just noww... fun and funny.. the paper wasnt diff really.. it wasnt.. just that i dun noe how to do sum and that i was too lazee?.. hehehe... i think like people would have died to do that paper... i tell u its easy.... hahah... so there was this P&amp;C question [permutations&amp;amp;combinations] at the word was singapore.. i finished the paper early... then i started to play the game .. u noe where u make words out of long words... hahha... kiddish i noe.. but really.. it was kinda umm fun..? yeah.. singapore has the word pig in it... and rape and nape and gape and lots more... hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i was listening to this somg wheni was going to sch.. and it kinda i dunnoee.. related to smth.. heheh..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;baby ure sailing todae...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;baby ure sailing away&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;sugar dun u worry bout me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cos only u noe i would be...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;[then smth smth]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;if u find that u dun like it&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;if the people there arent inviting&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and u find that theyre too fightening&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;would u come home..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;please come home..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i dun really noe the whole full lyrics.. but yeah... its about there... i noe the ferst two lines are rite.. hehhe... cos maybe they matter most..? hahahha... okok tootsies&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;24 more daes to my bdae and counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112848448278430947?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112848448278430947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112848448278430947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112848448278430947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112848448278430947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/hahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112841666856037096</id><published>2005-10-04T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:04:28.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;econs paper threee... was umm not that easy but not a KILLER either least not as much as history.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;im very excited now cos theres only a few more papers to go.. i shall not become like i was for os.. got too excited near the end.. and look wat happened... i shallput my ass down and do the very last bit of studying i need...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am soo craving food now.. theres a lot that i want to eat.. i wana haveee.. lasagna... hotplate [again]... fish and chips.... and tempura and ock... i dun htink i can manage to stuff all that in.. i think im getting my period soonn cos im gaining weight like crazy and im eating like crazy and i keep going to the loo like crazy... everythings crazy... hahah wats new eh...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;25 more daes and counting to my bdae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112841666856037096?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112841666856037096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112841666856037096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112841666856037096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112841666856037096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/econs-paper-threee.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112832008924433132</id><published>2005-10-03T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T14:14:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hooray hooray!!! 2 a level subjects down... yey!! wooohoooo!! 2 down and one more to go.... but sumone pointed out that i actually have three more papers... welll.... im actually comtemplating not going for maths... really.. hah... 2 papers... hahahaha.. yey yey..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i dun think i want to talk about history.. needless to say ull noe what i mean yeahh.... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i found out something about my mum that would make kai smile from ear to ear...  reallyy... hahahah... well.... umm.... its october readi..  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and yest was the end of mad... as in it should have been.. we were taking pictures as a class.. and yeah it was pretty sad... and kinda funny i guess.. cos we were supposed to be cramming for our papers and not take pictures.. hahah...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well... yeah... inds coming for the eat out on my bdae.. yey!!! woo hooo!! bitch fest... hahhaha... and a whole lot of teasing and laughter...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;27 more daes to my bdae... woo hoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112832008924433132?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112832008924433132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112832008924433132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112832008924433132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112832008924433132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/hooray-hooray-2-level-subjects-down.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112822174581547806</id><published>2005-10-02T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T10:55:45.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh god oh god.. i really like need help now now now.. i mean theres mad exam todae.. and i hvae yet to study.. and i cun fail any subs for mad.. not even 1... and i havent even finished studying history... ive onyl finished reading the nationalism part.. but im reaallllyy unsure that its actually inmy head rite now.. imean i now sum htings .. i can remember.. but like not all and i cun really remember all these guys name... god help me please. i feel like cryingg..... reallyyy.... i cun take it.. theres just too many things for me to do.. and as im typing this im actually reeadding sea... crap crap crap... i need more than 24 hours for todae.... really i do..... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112822174581547806?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112822174581547806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112822174581547806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112822174581547806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112822174581547806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-god-oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112809168166733326</id><published>2005-09-30T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:48:01.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ok... so well... hmm promos have been like flogging and clogging my minddd... and im seriously unprepared for the upcoming papers.. and i do mean unprepared.. believe me... eh its like that song that has a line that goes believe me when i sae.. least i think thats the line ah.. im horrid... well i noe whats the second thing that has been flooging and clogging my heart..hahhah.. for me to noe for u to find outt.. tho i noe the people who noe would not have a hard time guessing would they..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;tootsies&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;29 more daes ad counting... woo hoo this is FUN haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112809168166733326?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112809168166733326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112809168166733326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112809168166733326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112809168166733326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok_30.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112786980741506891</id><published>2005-09-28T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:10:07.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hahahah.. im actually awake before 9!! wow!! hahaha.. i slept at like one plus yesterdae.. desperately trting to finish a quarter of my history which i noe dint stay in my head and im trying to reread..i swear its makng more sense now.. i sound as tho i had a hangover or smthh.. oh well.. dint.. but hahah.. im extra happy todae.. shant sae why.. hahha... if u desperately want to noe.. ask me... i shall keep this as a secret .. and shall only tell if u ask.. reallyy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ok so yesterdae... well.. the dae was like that bleargh... i was reading without understanding.. and i killed my boredom by spending time online.. hahhaha..was forbidden to go out by my mommy.. crap her.. but nvm.. ok soo.. the dae was bleargh.. but when nite camee... whoaaa  like suddenly became very happening sia... [i think im sounding more like alligator] like two of my darlings had problems and i had to try to settle it all at the same time..  well.. im not complaining.. but haha.. a bit funny lah.. one too many..  has alwaes  been like that.. hahah.. well.. i think its sorted now.. and and... hahah...  i noe its a bit early.. but i think i have a vague plan for my bdae this year... ahhahaa... belum puase belum pape dah buat plan.. [oops soory not puase buase ya fadz.. haha] hahahha.. so yeah.... 29 october..[yes fai 29 october.. drill it in ur head.. godd... sheesh] looming within the next 31 daes.. haha.. ok i shall start counting down readi.. tootsies.. hee&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/10228266-112786980741506891?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112786980741506891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112786980741506891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112786980741506891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112786980741506891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/hahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112773436794288221</id><published>2005-09-26T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T19:32:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so todae was my ferst dae of the three dae study break i get.. and well yea.. i woke up feeling as tho i partied the whole night away.. which i dint.. .. so yea.. i woke up, showered and then went out to the library at tamp to study.. which im not exactly sure was that productive.. i only managed to finish 2 and a half of nationalism lecture and drama.. other than that i dindt touch.. and i doubt that watever i read just now stayed in my head i seriously hope it did.. really really.. i think i was partially distracted becos i was meeting sumone.. at like 3.. so ya.. so that only means that i have to burn oil tonite to study and complete wherever i ended off... craps man.. oh ya i finally got to eat my hotplate.. like reallyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ok so the sumone that i went to meet is this boy's godfather... yeaa.. so i met hi with kai.. and well he wasnt really wat i actually imagined.. for the better of course.. and yea.. he actually looks into my eyes when he talks to me and heyy i love that about a guy.. the only thing is the age difference.. its a huge difference.. real huge.. i mean yea weve only met once.. and im prolly thinking too far.. but hes really realy niceee... and yea.. gand there are other things lah.. i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;oh oh he really respects gerls as in really really... i shant go into detaill..  but yea.. slowwww... radhiah sloww.. oh and he fits my bill of an ideal guy least the race part..&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/10228266-112773436794288221?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112773436794288221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112773436794288221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112773436794288221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112773436794288221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-todae-was-my-ferst-dae-of-three-dae.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112761950032053291</id><published>2005-09-25T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T11:39:04.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAE KAI!!!!.. HAPPY BIRTHDAE FAIRUSZA!!! hahahha.. all the sept 25 babies... oldies... hahha.. kk fine... i shall dedicate the entry to the sept 25 babes only
[i read sharinis entry.. yahhh... im in deep shit man.. reading her entry made me PANIC!! my hearst not in its place as im typing now.. crap crap..]
ok.. so yesterdae.. hahahha... was damn rush rush at ferst .. and then when i got to kais pit... wooohoooo!!!!! calm fun and yey!... ok.. so yea... hahha... was fun fun fun.. hahahha.. i mean yeahh... hahah.. fun fun fun.. was laughing a bit.. and crapping with fir and wi.. hahah.. the toilet one ahh... damn funnyy... hahahha.... and the monyet one... wahh.. hahahahaha... funnyyyy..... then there was my dear dear daughter.... my daughter.. soo kesain she sakit.. but soo cute.. ahhhh.. i want to bite her cheeks.. god im evil.. how can i do that to my daughter??!!.. hahah.. shes soo cute lahh... i love love love my daughter adriana.. and i love love love the food and ilove love kai.. i love love wi.. i love love fil... i love love fadz.. i love love siti.. in no order here ya... hahha.. dun jealous and get angry ahh... hahaha... nolah.. i noe u wun.. i love all of u with the same heart and soul.. really.. ok.. so seriously.. haha.. i had a bie for like a min or so.. hahah.. andrei.. then it was soo nice seeing everyone there together.. i missed fadzzz.. i miss all.. we PLEASE GO OUT SOON OK!!.. after my exams.. like my bdae again ker??..hahha..
to sumone tho i noe u wun be reading this, im sorry i cun go to ur chalet todae k.. really i am...&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/10228266-112761950032053291?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112761950032053291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112761950032053291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112761950032053291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112761950032053291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthdae-kai.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112747574706998508</id><published>2005-09-23T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:42:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok.. so todae.. i spent the dae well like that.. myslef.. thats the word.. well not exactly all by myself but with the people around me.. yeah.. haha like duh rite... hahha.. im just crappingg..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;can sumone tell me how to make the place where u type on my tagboard white?? i really cun find anything.. i think its becos of the skin.. and it really is i guess.. id better put my shout box again..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;im really thinking about what i should blog about todae.. hmm.... well on the bus home i was sucking on a lollipop [god i just remembered wat nas said last year.. lollipop daging!! eeewwww!!] ok ya so back to my chupachups cherry lolly... yeah i was like sucking on it and like suddenly i remembered the time when fil and i after eating with fadz a central.. eating western went to town park like across school to like have haikels texas 5 which he so nicely had given to fil.. haha.. and i remembered that it was literally when i started to find escape in them i mean when i was with fil i dint really like suckit in.. but after that i met mhk and i had his reds and damn i really sucked on it.. i was frigging mad at him then .. so yeah.. after that whenever i ask him for reds he noes that im angry at him.. hahah.. wat a symbolism..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;well.. it has been wat umm 9 months since ive come even close to a ciggie..  so yeah im officially ciggie free now.. so's fill..and who said that u cun be ciggie free.. its dead scary wat it does to ur ovaries.. and ur skin..  thats the real reson why i stopped.. i dint want bad skin.. u can ask that bugger that even when i went out with him after the break up and stuff id hide away when he lights up.. well thats another story.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;bottomline.. im ciggie free and people shud be too.. really its not that diff i swear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112747574706998508?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112747574706998508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112747574706998508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112747574706998508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112747574706998508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok_23.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112738699990182359</id><published>2005-09-22T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:03:19.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty much a gerls entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was on the bus and somehow i realised that although we try to be miss independent now, we end up wanting the company of the other species and we want to have kids.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so i started thinking of why we want them and why we dont.. the benefits of being single and the demerits of it.. i shant pull all of them else itd go on and on..i think maybe about 5.. if u want to add.. just tagg... [no im not being a sore bitch or loser listing this out.. it just makes me wonder]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why be single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1.it leaves more time for urself and other activities.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.not onyl do u have more time for yourself but u have more emotional space&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. you dont have to think whether it clashes with the other stuff that uve planned with him and ask if its ok..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. u dun have to like report to him when u got home and stuff &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. you can wear what u want and not crack over what to wear cos u dun have to crack over planning whether hed like it.. [but i think we gerls alwaes plan wat to wear.. haha]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6.[since 5 is a bit biased ill add in this one] you CAN save your phone bill&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why be attached?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. u have someone to confide in [about anything and practically everything]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. u have a constant 24/7 sumone to talk to&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. u have sumone to do all the weird things with u [when all ur frens refuses to]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. u have someone to pay for your food&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. u have sumone to tell u that ure loved &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dun really have a stand on this issue.. i just well.. i just take it as that.. take it as something that everyone hoes thru.. sometimes alone sometime a couple..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;well.. hmm i noe his name readi.. he smsed me..haha.. but i wana ask nas about sum stuff.. but i bet hed just tell me to find out myself.. crap..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have to start going to school early.. like damn early.. no more disguising myself as a j2.. theyre gonna be there for assembly tmr!! damn damn .. i really hope i can do that.. haha.. other than that i hope that my brain stems and cells pull together.. i honestly have to get it together.. people in school are seriuosly mugging.. this gerl just now was playing with the eblouissaint just trying tomemorise.. haha.. well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112738699990182359?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112738699990182359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112738699990182359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112738699990182359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112738699990182359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/pretty-much-gerls-entry.html' title='pretty much a gerls entry'/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112729635536183612</id><published>2005-09-21T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:52:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok.. so this is like the ferst time this week im onlinee.... haha.. no i havent been mugging.. imfear promos but like i dunwana fear promos..not exactly making sense am i.. but yea...i try to always read my hist or smth.. bt illget bored sitting down and reading that ill wana lie down and when i actually do lie down.. i get sleepy and i wana sleep.. not productive mugging there..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm.. wat else has ben going on in my life other than mugging and craving sleep as tho im craving fags... nothing much i guess.. i wonder how was fais malay promo todae.. haha.. i wen tout with her to  mug yesterdae.. but as usual i dun.. i keep getting distracted at the gross guy across me at bk and the stench of ciggies that never seem to go away..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;bu i managed to finish sea hist political lecture 2... i duno how productive that was... i really dun.. now im supposed tobe doing my econs before my ttn teacher comes.. but im not dong it yet.. i havent really done my maths hwk.. i mean i can do the simple ones.. but the diff one.. godd... i just give up i really just do... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;god wats up wime man..i have soo lil time to prepare for promos and i still have my mad exams.. gross lah... means i cun study for promos on sun... crap crap..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112729635536183612?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112729635536183612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112729635536183612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112729635536183612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112729635536183612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok_21.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112709436114653962</id><published>2005-09-19T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:46:01.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the nlb entry is updated.. i put the pics.. i hope they showw blog later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112709436114653962?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112709436114653962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112709436114653962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112709436114653962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112709436114653962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/nlb-entry-is-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112702276817156008</id><published>2005-09-18T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:52:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so ive been trying to post the pictures i took on fri.. but i shall just forget about it.. so yeah...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;umm.. last nite.. whoa.. remember the time i went in into class one dae last year and i turned and told my fren beside me that i really really couldnt cry anymore and i told her that it wasnt because i didnt want to cry.. i did, i badly did.. but they just couldnt come out.. well ive been like that since then till now.. so.. that means its been about a year.. cos yesterdae.. the bubble or watever finally burst.. i finally really really cried.. and i was supposed to be reading my hist.. hah.. but seriously.. i really really did.. and i was shocked.. i dont even knoe the reason why i cried.. i really really dont.. i just did and all my heart out.. god that is a long time.. not crying for a year..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hoof...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well the charged bloggers.. i mea i think they do deserve it for blogging like that.. but it just makes me think how safe are we when we are blogging or in our ljs...? i mean no matte how "safe" it appears to be.. it isnt i mean internet is public and that our singapore government is watching over how we use our internet and our blogging contents.. welll.. anyway.. i do hope that one of the bloggers charged is thesecondholocaust guy.. i really really do.. i mean i think the guy is really screwed.. psycho..  hell get his retribution soon.. god's ard..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112702276817156008?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112702276817156008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112702276817156008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112702276817156008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112702276817156008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-ive-been-trying-to-post-pictures-i.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112695646987252681</id><published>2005-09-17T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:43:18.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[if this doesnt apply to u then read below: im not blaming anione yeah i can accept with a share of the blame.. im sorry too.. i want happy and giggly daes too u noe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so yesterdae.. i went to the nlb.. oh ya before i start, i attended all lectures and tutorials this week.. altho i want to skip mons hist lecture.. im gonna be dead embarassed.. no details yet.. ok so back to the nlb again.. i wanted to go to the nlb yesterdae straight after sch.. but the card was with my mommy so i had to go home and take it.. so i went with fai yesterdae there.. hahha.. it was damn fun.. hahah uuber fun.. to start off we got our usual soda and candy supply at ntuc before we left.. so on the train we were talking and talking non stop.. and the funniest was we were soo engrossed talking that we didnt realise that weve actually bugis.. my mind was still lavender.. and the thing is.. she realised that we were already at bugis BUT when i said lets get out, she said.. no.. its embarassing... i was like wat??!! but haha it was dumb.. anyways we alighted at city hall and went down to another platform and the train was there.. and i was like run.. she was like no.. i was like no wae am i gonna miss another one ok.. but in the end we managed to get the train.. haha.. so when we got there i had to withdraw money [in which is seriously low] cos i needed to get batt for my camera.. which i purposely brought for us to camwhore..haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so we went to the market to get the batt.. in which we ended up buying and looking at other stuff and spent a LOT of time there.. hahha.. i really dint mind cos i was enjoying barigaining the stuff.. so yeah.. we went round the place and damn it was huge.. i mean we really really went through every single small lane there was it was FUN.. haha.. and the ferst thing that either of us bought was my batteries.. andthis guy at the shop had rechargeable batts and he was selling it at like 28 and he said he would sell it to me at 25 and im like nah nvm.. ill just get the normal dry cells.. but he was like nvm lah i sell to u for 20 and i dint even bargained.. so i bought them and he gave me together with the dry cells that i wanted to buy earlier.. real deal mann.. hahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/dadaradhiah/nlb/nlb032.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so after that we walked through every lane and stuff.. we spent hours in there.. then we i bought this necklace cos i realised that i dun have like any chains.. i got it for like 8 bux and the original price was 12.90.. deal man.. hahha.. i mean seriously its wat i think its worth.. and if it was more ex, then she wouldnt have agreed would she.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/dadaradhiah/nlb/nlb031.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and so later, we bought fais overcoat thingy.. i dun have the pic tho.. we dint have time to take the pic of her stuff.. by the time we ended it was close to 8 or maybe over so we had to rush to the library.. haha.. and the funniest was that we were nearly locked up in the library.. hahha.. i needed to photocopy my stuff.. it was damn funny and it would be pretty cool if we were actually locked in.. hahah.. really i wouldnt have mind... least id get my history done with.. hahha.. &lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;after that we were taking pictures like all over anything and everything... it was fun fun fun.. i realised that altho ive known fai for like years i havent like been out with her till like late.. i mean hari raya doesnt count.. and the last deal we got was the cheesecake.. we got it for a dollar each.. hahha.. real fun.. and fai was obviously savouring her cream puff..&lt;http:&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/dadaradhiah/nlb/nlb025.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/dadaradhiah/nlb/nlb020.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/dadaradhiah/nlb/nlb004.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/dadaradhiah/nlb/nlb022.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/dadaradhiah/nlb/Picture002.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/dadaradhiah/nlb/nlb029.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so the nite was dang fun.. and i hope the pictures finally show.. we shud do that again sumti,e fai.. after promos yea.. hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112695646987252681?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112695646987252681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112695646987252681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112695646987252681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112695646987252681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-this-doesnt-apply-to-u-then-read.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/dadaradhiah/nlb/th_nlb032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228266.post-112683484485089478</id><published>2005-09-16T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:40:44.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;ok so iv been using this blog to tell the general stuff tts happening ard me and stuff.. i hvent been writing what i really feel.. really truly feel.. no not about haffidz.. sometimes i get sick at myself just cos i cun stop about him.. realy believe me i am.. no matterhow much i rant about him.. i do wish i woould stop. but someties i cun help it.. he was like the one i spent cruial and important stage of my teenage years with and ido ish thati hadntspent soo much of my time then with him.. buti cun possibly turn backtime and do wat i really wanted to do because of things now... i cun i dun have the power to.. but this entry isn about haffidz..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;this entry mite boil ur hearts.. but i really do hope that his will work out good.. i mean not the boiling part but the end of it..   &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;ok so im in my school now rite.. like i say in my friendster profile.. not mny people noe me under my layers of skin and fats..  and yeh i really do feel tat its true.. i mean dun boil over this but how mny people can u honestly say really truly noe u.. i noe that i can name a few names.. and i call them my trueblues.. cos ive known them for practically all of my life and ive been thru soo much with them.. i dun men i expect everione to be my trueblue... i noe sum people are just not meant to be ur true blue... but hey it does freaking hurt when ure left out u noe.. i mean u dun ask me out ot to stud or just have jolly fun.. i mean yea i mite not be going for everi single one of it but the thought counts u noe..nd when i dun go it doesnt mean tat im anti social... u noethat sumtimes u get the feeling that u jus dun want to and u just want to hole up at home.. or ure lazy.. tat mte just be the reason why.. i really dunnoe wats goin on alli noe is that everything is going on without me...  yea i noe sumtimes it wudnt make sense to ask me out or smth.. but it isnt common senscal if it doesnt make sense all the time...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;peace..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112683484485089478?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112683484485089478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112683484485089478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112683484485089478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112683484485089478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-so-iv-been-using-this-blog-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112677918661198813</id><published>2005-09-15T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T18:13:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;so i really have to start burning the oill.. really really.. thats all i have to say.. tho i have a lot to..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112677918661198813?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112677918661198813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112677918661198813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112677918661198813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112677918661198813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok_15.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112661276809711929</id><published>2005-09-13T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:59:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ok.. so nas told me smth early morning that kinda made me happy.. haha i refuse to use the k word.. so yeah.. the like news he delivered.. really ironic man.. and it came from him.. hahah.. god really does work in mysterious ways..hahahha.. so nas fren.. the one that i saw on 31 august the one that nas says hes botak and works at sportslink.. wats ur name.. nas ah.. just tell but not about him.. nas nas nas.. haiyo..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;anyway... the reason that i was up in the wee hours of the morning was because i had to finish up my wr.. the ferst draft.. in which i am proud to say that i finished all 11 pages by myself.. haiz.. group dynamics.. but yea.. i dun mind the doing part but i hope that they pull together when its our op.. so elast they be asked, they know what they have to say or answer.. imean least noe ure stuff k.. really really..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;so yeah i actually surbibed with five hours of sleep and yea.. muahaha.. miraculous... and i have to study for eons test tmr.. which i partially studied.. but not exactly.. my history sucks man. i mean like overall.. i counted for the sea essays ive done.. its not good.. its like a c.. nad dang.. im not gonna get a c for history.. i want a b.. reallly really.. and that only means i hvae to read a lot more.. a whole lot more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112661276809711929?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112661276809711929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112661276809711929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112661276809711929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112661276809711929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112640935664461445</id><published>2005-09-11T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T11:29:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;as im on the net... im actually watching the tv.. and its suria .. anugerah... ive never been a fan of anugerah.. sumhow i end up watching the reruns every sundae.. weird.. but anytoots.. i think muhd khairil.. mmm hmmm.. hahahhahah.. shud noe wat im thinking.. i think hes quite cute... i wonder about his body tho.. if he has the body.. then hes HOT.. and HEs mineee!! muahahhaha... anyway.. yeah... i really hope that khairul sp wins or least gets into top 2.. hahah.. i think im a bit biased..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;moving on... the house is getting a bit unbearable for me.. she really cun sut up.. and when i tell she to pipe it down or amth.. she gets even louder.. i think i mite have to go out and do work todae...or else i wun be able to get any work done at all.. ereally.. im not kidding its really getting too much for me to bear and ill prolly be too infuriated to do any work.. so i guess lib it is.. have to start cramming for the econs test tmr.. i cun flunk it... really.. and theres only a few more weeks to promos.. and econs and hist dae todae... and yea... then at night or smth i start to do the typing for hist or smth.. guess its gonna be a late night tonite.. hahahhahahhaha... i have a new resolve, i shall go for all lectures ... i can and i shall and i will... hahhahee sounds like level camp.. oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112640935664461445?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112640935664461445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112640935664461445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112640935664461445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112640935664461445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-im-on-net.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112632907683481800</id><published>2005-09-10T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:11:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jumbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;sooo.. new skin again.. sumhow the previous one the picture dint come out.. but it was real pretty.. so yesterday, i was supposed to dedicate it to studying at home.. watever was left of my hols.. but.. yea.. unexpected thing came up.. had to flee home.. run away from my dad.. but actually i dint really need too but guess i was just itchy to go and meet adib and sum of her frens from law.. haaaizzz... lawww... goddd.. cud have gone there.. anyway.. so yea.. i had a fun time with adib yesterdae.. hahhaha ..we spent a lot of time sitting down.. and just talk.. thats what we LOVE to do.. since we dint meet last week.. nad cudnt come since she was going to malaysia.. so yea.. i think i noe our after mad meeting up plan... haha.. i will seriously stick to itt!! so dint manage to studyin the end.. tho i actually managed to finish econs tutorial questions when i got back and start ona new book.. so two daes left for me to finish all my assignments and do some catching up and prepare for the wage test.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;other than all these draggy stuff... ive changed my home number officially.. so.. if u guys wana noe and get it changed from your phonebooks then ring me up on my mobile yea.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i had a nice chat with fil that dae.. and god.. i never knew i could have done the thing i did.. hahahha.. i hope she and reeza work out.. i really dooo...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112632907683481800?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112632907683481800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112632907683481800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112632907683481800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112632907683481800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/jumbles.html' title='jumbles'/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112623510286699066</id><published>2005-09-09T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:05:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Settle down again.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gotta see the morning,come quickly &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gotta see the line &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gotta know how far you're gonna push it this time &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the thruth that hurts &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the truth that hurts more than any other pain &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the truth that hurts &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the truth that hurts more than any other pain&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do you feel the beat..... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do you know exactly what to do with your feet&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do you believe in this life that you're given&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do you know the reason why you're counting on me &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;For your sins &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the thruth that hurts &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the truth that hurts more than any other pain &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the thruth that hurts &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the truth that hurts more than any other pain&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When god made you he made the moon shine&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;When god made you he made the words rhyme
It's the truth that hurts &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the truth that hurts more than any other pain &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the thruth that hurts &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's the truth that hurts more than any other pain&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ok.. so second entry in half an hour but i really love the song and the lyrics.. from this band from uk.. but i think well.. it mite be mainstream in a few years.. thats wat i think.. anyway.. the titles the truth that hurts.. but i love the truth no matter how much it hurts.. u noe.. nothing beats it for me at least.. kk.. shall go find a way to download it or smth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112623510286699066?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112623510286699066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112623510286699066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112623510286699066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112623510286699066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/settle-down-again.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112623433623513125</id><published>2005-09-09T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:52:16.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;yea sooo.. its back.. the connection.. i got the letter after i blogged... haha.. anyway.. i have a mixture of feelings right now and for 2 different groups of people.. ones pure irritation and another relief.. i guess.. but i thin reliefs not the right word to describe it.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;anytoots.. i had my aglio olio!! hahahha.. yesss.... finallyy.. i had to cook it though.... yesterdae.. it wasnt exactly the best.. [it was my first time hello..] but yea.. it worked.. u noe... the spice and the cheese part was the bomb.. hahaha...hahhaha.. so people, if u want to have a cook out.. or rather aglio olio.. call me ok.. hahahha... itll be the best uve ever had [soon]... hahha...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;so we had a wee bit of a prob yesterdae at home.. funny how trouble at home makes me and mommy glue again.. weird... i had that lingering around me yesterdae... i mean i was trying to decide whether it was fake or not.. u noe.. but i can tell that shes enjoying the fact that im taking to her again... anyway.. back to the prob.. its pretty minor to me.. but yea.. knowing my mommy who happens to watch a lot of crime watch, shes blew her top a bit.. and that alwaes leads to drastic measures.. so... anyway bottomline.. i might or rather will be changing my home phone number.. if i noe u then id tell.. or maybe not if ure alwaes calling me by my cell.. so yeah...  im gonna make something now... hahah.. seems like im enjoying the kitchen then my  books.. hahha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112623433623513125?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112623433623513125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112623433623513125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112623433623513125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112623433623513125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/yea-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112606310882630469</id><published>2005-09-07T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:18:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pheww... at last.. technology, refering to internet, at my fingerips.. rite now.. the internet connection is faulty.. sumthing about my mum and her password.. dang.. now we have to wait for it to restarted... so now im actully supposed to be doing my hist stuff.. but yea.. we have 2 laptops.. and yeah you noe.. when uve been at home without the internet connection and ure onl listening to the songs in ur computer and playing the sims.. which now bores u to death.. u actually  get a tinge of excitement when u have the technlogy back in ur hands... hahhahha.. wed but true... how reliant ive become...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so that dae.. it ws officially like the end of mad... and how come u dun ever expect that the last dae of mad would actually be kinda sad but it actualy is.. u actually feel sad that ure not gonna see them animore.. no more the ri brothers.. no more the shut ups and gnarls... no more tellin ifran to cut his hair.. no  more loverboy... crap u noe.. really... and there wun be animore ustaz as lame jokes and him sindir-ing me.. its real crappy feeling u get.. i mean the next time we come to mad wud be for exams and we dun get to talk then.. crapcrapcrap...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;moving on.. meeting fai and nurul m (hopefully) later.. it wud be like our ferst meet since june or smth...i duno why its so hard for all of us to come together and meet honestly.. but it is.. but somehow.. when i haveto meet either of them, itd be easy... real easy... really wonder why.. last week went to nlb to get the stuff for hist.. the freaking library is damn high.. and i took the escalator up and i actually got a bit fearful.. why i duno.. anyway, it has a WHOLE FLOOR  all for sea history.. how freaking cool...hahhhahha.. it was wow.. the only downside it has is that there are no freaking tables for u to study... theres all these reading sofas and stuff.. but no proper tables and chairs for u to sudy.. and the places where there are tables and chairs, u cant bring ur notes in.. its only meant or u to read or study their materials...crap.. ud think that a whole new building that has 16 floors would actually have space or u to study...but noooo it doesnt..if theres anyone from nlb reading.. please have an area for us to study.. it would then fit the whole name library, please.. thanks&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;think id better get ready to meet fai and nurul m then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112606310882630469?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112606310882630469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112606310882630469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112606310882630469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112606310882630469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/pheww.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112575993569059087</id><published>2005-09-03T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:05:35.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;todae todae.. we had the walk.. i mean yeah.. we were grumbling and stuff.. but hey.. u got to admit it.. it was pretty fun and cool.. u noe to walk amongst ex offenders and stuff.. i mean a mistake once done is done u noe..u cun exactly like dwell on it for the ex offenders whole life.. i mean thats not fair.. i mean there are others who continously commit crime.. and there are those who are ur serial killers or smth.. and yeah.. i mean that society would find it hard to accept them back.. we have to be sure that the people that we are supporting and accepting... are those who are genuinely truly have repented and stuff.. if they are released and accepted back to society.. and they still do the same old same old.. then yea i guess we'll feel cheated or smth.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;anyway.. i noe sumone who was itching to cabut was the one who had more fun.. hahhaha kan nadia kann.. hahahha.. there were the team singapores silat people.. and yeah.. sumone asked nadia for her name..then there was this other older guy that was eeeewww.... he ws like singing malay songs and i was like eeww and laughing.. hahahhah... but yea.. other than that guy... well it was fine..the whole walk was well a walk.. it ws ok.. definitely sweated like crazy...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;after that we met yati and we went to pasir ris park.. i miss going there... i dint really like open my shoes and let myself free [is that the term for it?] but yeah.. it was how to sae it.. really made me think and yea about the old stuff.. i mean we used to go there a lot and now.. im going there with another group of people and maybe next time ill go there with another different person.. i mean im sure that just now proves something.. u noe.. just a question whether i want to slowly forget about everyting and embrace the future [i sound like some church priesty thingy..] with an open heart.. maybe maybe.. insyaallah.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i wish things would just be better and all these darkness would go away.. fade away.. lose to the light.. i really doo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112575993569059087?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112575993569059087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112575993569059087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112575993569059087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112575993569059087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/todae-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112565915036786857</id><published>2005-09-02T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:05:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i want my marilyns cd.... nadia.... i want my cds backkkk....!! ok.. i want my cds... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so todae.. was well hmmm.. i dunno how to describe dae.. and well yeah... it was like that.. i actually went for gp.. hahahha... in which there was a timed assignment.. and i reached home freaking late.. cos the side gate was closed.. and i took 58.. which was slowwwww... and it literally killed me.. then i took 15 at the bedok reservoir there.. and yeah.. slowed down my whole journey by like almost  half an hour.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;eupeheumism.. a complicated with a pretty simple meaning.. in laymens term.. to phrase something thats not nice to something nice... i was thinking.. like we use it like all the time.. like daily.. soo.. does that mean that were eupheumist in nature?? humans are eupheumist..?? hmmm.. i wonder.. hahha i guess there are times that we have to be eupheumist.. only that we have given the word a nicer phrase, constructive criticism.. yeah.. we have to be eupheumist when were giving constructive criticism.. hmm.. is sarcasm a form of eupheumism too..?? i wonder.. i mean u aren exactly being like sharp tongued or smth.. ure just u noe.. hinting in a very suggestive manner..? come to think of it.. malays are eupheumist.. as in the olden traditional malays.. we have a lot of forms of eupheumism.. i mean theres peribahasa, theres the sindir and pantuns and watever else that has a for of euphemism in it.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;gosh i dun believe i actually blogged about this.. hahahahaha.. oh well.. just thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112565915036786857?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112565915036786857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112565915036786857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112565915036786857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112565915036786857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-my-marilyns-cd.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112555053348776095</id><published>2005-09-01T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:55:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;sooooo... teachers dae at coral.... was umm like that.. funn... fun meeting everyone again.. or rather seeing them... there wer loads of ex css people there... like loads..  so first met fil, siti freha at mrt.. and fill was late..hahahhahahhaha familiar jerrr.... then at the guard post, i saw sha sha.. whoa.. he really gained a lot..  he was with his motor... hahahahha i shrieked... ahahhahaha... i saw him at sch... i dang tot he wasnt gonna be there... really.. honest to goodness i tot he wasnt... but he was... dang...yeah.. i spent sum time getting over the fact that he was there later... and then i went i want a bf... and kai was like noo u dun.. and im like.. hmmm... haahhahah&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;then we had our luch at about 4 at dte.. kfc filled with cheese fries and all... i dun feeel like blogging much todae... i still want my aglio olio.. i shall cook it in a few daes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112555053348776095?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112555053348776095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112555053348776095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112555053348776095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112555053348776095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/09/sooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112544856300981335</id><published>2005-08-31T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T08:36:03.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;so again todae... i am no in sch.. mostly cos im just too lazy to go and the activities are well.. like that... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;anyways.. i smell something really bad brewing.. i really honestly do... and fuck u noe... i really do appreciate honesty.. so if u would just tell me, then maybe all these mess would be over and done with.. seriously, theres no point doing things behind closed doors in the 4 walls, cos its just going to fan ur frustration and make me one hell of an unhappy camper..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;moving on.. so todaes teachers dae.. and well.. yeah.. going back to css later.. meeting fil and all.. u noe.. theres no point sitting down and missing people if ure not going to do anything about it.. if ure not going to move ur butt... then id suggest just be contented with wat u have..  ok.. so i shall seriously move on and stop complaining about people.. sape makan cili dier yang rase pedas kan.. no specifics.. all these grievances of mine.. just the general feeling i have.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;so back to teachers dae at coral.. im not sure if the concerts going to be good.. cos sumone i asked said that the good ones were thrown out or something.. cos i think they want to expose performing to others.. dang it lah... wats happening to css man...giler... i really think that they cun get anymore creative and have talent [or maybe noe] to  only sing that thing u do... omg... from the first batch to like wat now..? theyre still singing that song?? god.. then wat is the role of the songwriters...?? watever lah css... soo.... nurul m said that osmans not gg to be there... cos hes away on course or smth... dang it.. mr o... there goes the hot gossip and stuff.. haahahaha...hmm.. who do i want to see there?? if there wasa actually mrs ang, i would actually want to see her.. [god.. i dun believe this just came out form me!!] maybe some if the teachers.. i wonder how siti would be like.. shell prolly be hostile.. as always.. shell prolly only smile when she sees nurul or smth...hahahhaha.. somethings never change.. ahahha... well.. better start going..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112544856300981335?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112544856300981335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112544856300981335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112544856300981335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112544856300981335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-again-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112511285481697115</id><published>2005-08-27T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:20:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ok...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i think there is something really wrong wime.. ive been getting these like headaches.. my mum has her own set of weird thoeries.. and i wonder why.. hahhaha... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;well.. i feel like giving my hair a good cut.. and i mean a good one.. the ends are really dry.. i feel like having short hair.. but i just curled it and mymum would kill me.. it would also mean back to the old wax days again and i really am just too lazy.. i really do love alyssa milanos hair tho...one of the main reasons that i want to cut my hair is becos i think ts not growing.. at least some part of it isnt.. and it bugging me like crazy.. god damn it.. so if its short, it can grow again u noe.. how how how.. anyone has ideas...?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;there are sum people that needs to be kicked real hard.. damn these people u noe.. freaking liars.. i dun trust them anymore man.. effing arseholes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112511285481697115?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112511285481697115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112511285481697115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112511285481697115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112511285481697115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok_27.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112484688348491940</id><published>2005-08-24T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:28:03.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;okkk..
so im effectively absent from school todae.. hahhaha.. i think i wont be able to skip school anymore after this.. i think my mum noes that ive been faking.. hahahaha.. damn... i told her that i had a headache.. but it was more of my back aching.. i tot it was gonna break anytime soon.. damn man.. dah discharge pun sakit.. it must have been those strengthening abs thing we were doing in aerobics yesterdae... she made us do tha ah meng thing.. and it hurts.. but not sooo much anymore.. hahhahah.. hopefully ill have stronger arms by then.. haha.. watever lah....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hmmm...w ats been happening.. ? nothing much... work i guess.. anyway... ive already bought for my mommie her bdae prezzie.. i went with adib and nad... to get it.. i wishit could have been longer.. if some people actually came on time??... *hint hint* so yea... but hey.. it was ok.. it was actually the ferst time the three of us went out together... and of all the places that we went. we went tm.. hahhaha... godddd.... hahaha.. anyway.. since mads gonna end this year, i think we should have a seriously concrete plan for the years to come.. as in where and when we should meet  u noe...nads being very hopeful tat we shud meet once a week like mad tho theres no mad.. macam she can like that.. i mean hahahah.. nad u shud noe.. hahahahhaha... but really, i dun want to lose the frens that i have made since for like wat 8 to 11 years??... it has been really long since ive known them.. fromthe time nad cudnt stop chewing on smth and adib kept puking grape juice on the bus.. goddd... yeah.. it really has been a longgg time... i think id better book them or smth for my coming hols... watch movie.. and eat pizza again... yes... hahhaha.. i love them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112484688348491940?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112484688348491940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112484688348491940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112484688348491940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112484688348491940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/08/okkk.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112468332410321966</id><published>2005-08-22T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:02:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. so now i am in school using the com.. like duh! so snyways.. im trying my best to slowly complete my pw.. SLOWLY.. but there are a lot of things that i need to do..
and its not as if i have all manpower excercised.. hah.. well hes giving monetary support.. guess that shud be fine.. i mean theres pw for me to do and the normal homework and the revision for promos and not to mention my maths godddd... haizzz.. theres this one particular thing that is really bugging the crap out of me.. and the content does not refer to my prsonal life at all.. its more of a religion based thing..ok..maybe i have never really exposed myself to all this anti muslim stuff.. but what my stand was that its ur own freaking loss and as long as u dont rope me in or bother me.. ill leave u alone with ur opinions.. ok.. so we had mad yest and there was this guy that raised up this thing that was out up on this website that said that nabi muhammad s.w.a was a pedophile and some other dumb stuff.. i mean wtf!! i do not insult ur jesus or watsoever... i mean if u want to say that id say that ur jesus is one of a white washed guy.. im writing this fully knowing that i noe that jesus was not one of the 25 rasuls.. our rasul was saved by Allah and there was a decoy..  god seriously people.. do not make judgements about things that ure unsure of or something that u have only read like once in ur life.. try other sources.. god.. please lah people.. wisen up.. Allah would give the retribution that u deserve.. wallahualam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112468332410321966?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112468332410321966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112468332410321966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112468332410321966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112468332410321966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok_22.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112459313187934511</id><published>2005-08-21T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T10:58:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the house is really stressfull rite now.. im not deeling happy or contented being at home.. theres this earning for me to get out of the house.. i mean she hasnt stopeed screaming since what morning..? no no no.. yesterdae morning.. i mean there is just soo much i can take.. but daes on end and u justdun freaking shut up really gets on my nerves badd... real bad.. i feel like slapping her face.. and shes throwing her temper all around... shes soo dumb.. she thinks that the people in the house arent allowed to have our own opinions.. and she always think that we dun help her.. we do.. but no matter the extent or degree of help we render.. one SINGLE wrong and she starts screaming that we DUN EVER HELP HER.. that pisses me off like mad.. and i think shes lost her sense of shame.. like even when the doors open, she continues to scream.. no matter what.. imh.. if u want a future patient.. maybe u shud try here.. 
everything else.. well its just about the same.. boring life i lead rite now.. keep telling myself to study and prepare for the exmas buti cun bring myself to actually do it.. and to finish one piece of work takes me an insanely looonnnng time.. darn.. i need to get promoted..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112459313187934511?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112459313187934511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112459313187934511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112459313187934511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112459313187934511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/08/house-is-really-stressfull-rite-now.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112451289474785161</id><published>2005-08-20T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T12:41:34.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... so i havent been blogging at this blog for quite some time.. its been on a hiatus for my own safety reasons.. i think... and yea.. i have another blog.. but obviously not well publicised.. but i dun mind.. its like just my personal space.. real personal space dalam suatu ruang ysng not exactly personal.. hahahha.. reaminds me of bahas topic.. 
nothing interesting has been happening lately.. other than the breach of security in school a few daes ago and i think schools getting to be its old boring self once again.. cos.. the color of our lives aka the indon students are gooonnnnneeee... yea.. now were all itching to go over there..
some, more like we are already planning what bag and shoes to bring there...hahaha.. very very early for that.. but nvm...
i miss fai and nurl like crazy.. i miss sec school... damn it.. imiss the angin times we used to have and kg and kavin and mole sister and all.. crap lah.. haiz.. and when chin huat will do some funny action and me and fai would not stop laughing.. i miss someone else too.. like fuck man we used to have a lot of fun.. i mean yeah its ended.. but u noe.. like even after everything, we had fun.. hahhaha.. crap lah u noe.. 

&lt;strong&gt;and when we meet , im sure we will
all that was there, will be there still
ill let it pass and hold my tongue
and u would think, that ive moved on..&lt;/strong&gt;

keyword here: &lt;strong&gt;think that ive moved on&lt;/strong&gt;.. wat makes people so sure that ive moved on.. maybe some part of me already have but there is another part that is still holding me back.. inoe i have and will let go one dae.. but just maybe not yet.. noe all now..
life.. takdir yang menentukan segalanya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112451289474785161?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112451289474785161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112451289474785161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112451289474785161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112451289474785161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112194383864899651</id><published>2005-07-21T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T19:03:58.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooo.... todae has been a relaxing dae and out of breath day for me.. and i mena tt literally.. i really cydnt breathe properly.. so todaes racial harmony dae in school and i was supposed to help out and stuff for the food stuff.. cos tt was wat mlcs was in charge of.. i packed my bag with the yukata and all and stuff.. i was damn prepared and excited to go to school todae.. 
howeverr.. when i woke up todae.. i seriously dint feel good.. like i was at the beginning of a fever.. so i told mummie that i dun feel good and tt i just want to stay at home.. she said ok.. so i prayed subuh, smsed sum people tt i wun be going to sch.. and lay on my bed and read this novel that mummie borrowed for me.. it was a nice novel.. i thnk all the noels from berahim are good.. altho they kinda revolve around the same old things.. and i guess after reading her novels for some time.. u just kinda noe wats going to happen.. i digress a lot..  so back to earlier on.. i read her novel and later i fell asleep... and i was seriously was gasping for air.. it took me a lot of energy to actually breathe once.. not to mention tt my fever was really hot and rising.. i kept thinking tt it was my last time to be alive.. i realy truly thought that i ws going to die... there was this once i felt a bit numb.. i was really HOT cos of the fever and i felt like everything around me ws dead cold.. so there i lay in my bed with my sweater and my thick blanket.. and i still feltfreaking cold.. 
this is where the advancement of technology really works wonders.. i called mummie wif my hp to tell her to come back home.. so that she could bring me to the doctor..  so we did.. and i was told that i have upper airway infection.. and i have a fever that was 39.9 or smth... apparently this infection is airborne and there was no way i could have avoided it.. unless i dint breathe in.. so i got an mc for todae and tmr.. and tmrs aj drma.. damn i wun be able to see aini performing.. oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112194383864899651?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112194383864899651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112194383864899651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112194383864899651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112194383864899651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/07/sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112081853011103613</id><published>2005-07-08T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T18:28:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soo todae...
or rather lately ive been stressed outtt..
hahahahhahhaha
but really.., its like goodddd there are soomany things pilling up... and before tmrs bbq, im gonna have to finish all my assignments lah.. and that includes econs and malay....it is a bit crap lah...
having troubles...

i was thinking just now tt i havent exacyly used my brain tt mush.. as in for thought proceesses and stuff...
maybe tts why i dint doo good for like my exams all this while and stuff u noe... like ive suddenly become aware of my environment and stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112081853011103613?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112081853011103613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112081853011103613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112081853011103613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112081853011103613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/07/soo-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112070043907542900</id><published>2005-07-07T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T09:40:39.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;so ok.. todae is like the ferst dae of school for the term.. and im kinda loving it soo far.. despite the fact tt i feel like i dun have enough blood n my brain now and climbing up the stairs to the library [2floors up] felt like i was climbing everest... this is how unhealthy and unfit ive become... i think im already 50 kilos... something tt i have to prevent myself from getting.. i do not want to be 50 kilos..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;the max tt ill allow myself to be is 49.5 kilos and tts it.. and looking at the last time i took my weight.. i can only gain 1 kg.. and tts it.. i mean the last time.. to be 48 is like death or something for me... but now since im 48.5... the only thing im preventing myself from getting is 50.. no more than 50.. so tt means i have to lose WEIGHT... and start watching wat i eat again... maybe i can lose the 5kg again like the other time.. but.. i think losing 5 kg wud be too drastic for me.. soo if i manage to lose 3kg ill be glad... anyone wants to go jogging wimee??.. im terrified to take my weight now... esp for pe.. hopefully they dun..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ok.. so on to the other depressing thing... well.. its not THAT depressing.. but its ummm... disturbing... aidil.. i duno wat he is doing... i mean the other dae.. he was like smsing me like nonstop and he was asking me if i was single and stuff.. i mean tts got to mean something rote.. weeeeellllll..... maybe not... he was SILENT the whole dae yest.. maybe it was becos he was working yest and i have to sleep early for school todae... maybe tts it.. but he dint even reply my morning message.. crap him.. there are a lot of things tt are lingering in my mind why he was silent.. one of them is tt maybe he was talking to izzat [sumone from my past, blegh] and then izzat told him or smth.. i mean they mite be frens kan... soo.. yeah.. i dunno mannn... aidil!!!! hahahhahahhahhaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112070043907542900?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112070043907542900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112070043907542900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112070043907542900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112070043907542900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112061313262826401</id><published>2005-07-06T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T09:25:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;ok... sooo yest was quite and ok dae..  yep..it was an ok da.. but definitely not and ok night... the fb was like screaming and screaming at me and at others when i got home.. she just couldnt stop.. i mean she wants me to listen to hear.. but its seriously a pain when i do.. i mean she said i was screaming.. but did she stop to wonder why i was??.. nooo!!!!! it was becos she was already hollering at me and the only wae for her to hear me is to scream.. blloody hell.. she is one person tt doesnt understand todaes like lingo.. seriously.. get on with it.. last night felt like.. she was overwhelming.. like all her grievances and anger was being thrown at me and i just couldnt STAND IT!!!.. god i hate her...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;the dae.. like i said was ok... had mlcs.. and tt is alwaes funn.. tho we had to crack our brains hard just to plan for their farewell.. but yea.. like i said.. its alwaes fun... the a guys are not MIA!! least not anymore.. azry msged me yest.. i think he had smth to tell.. or maybe not lah..just asking how i was doing i guess.. aidil... well he definitely didnt just smsed me just to ask how i was doing.. well yea.. he was smsing me a lot.. bad bad english.. haizz... and yea.. good to noe tt he isnt mia anymore... hehehhehehe... i have yet to see him online.. i think hes late for school again.. like yesterdae.. hahahahahaha... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;god.. i am SOOO lazy to go to school tmr.. its like the most packed dae... i mean if i dun hurry after pe...i wun have a break till common linch.. and by then the queue is damn long filled by all the heartless chinese who despite reminders remain inconsiderate to us.. who freakin cares if ur food isnt nice.. u have a gazilllion to choose from and we only have tt one stall.. GIVE WAY TO US NOT UR STOMACHS.. do u noe tt everytime u do tt u are cursed and hated by many.. so stop doing tt if u want people to stop cursing and hating u...  there.. do u need more strict measure..? strict measure so tt u can have more compassion??.. godd... *tsk tsk* and its like most of the chinks.. i mean sum dun.. but majority dooo...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i hope tt shibly gets the idea in his head tt i dun want him as my bf or smth... i really hope he does..i mean his smses are like suggesting something...i dun want to break the same heart twice.. i just hope he noes... like fai says.. : dier tak tau give up ke??... see... its not just me or smth.. its him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112061313262826401?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112061313262826401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112061313262826401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112061313262826401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112061313262826401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok_06.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112044710421066553</id><published>2005-07-04T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:25:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok.. i dun like multiple entries a dae.. but.. i did this yest... but i dint paste it up.. so... yea.. here it is.. wonder if it like true... hahahks.. guess ill only noe it when i noe it... haha.. wat u guys think about it?.. noe anione wif these traits..? hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;table width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Liberal&lt;/b&gt; - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate.
&lt;b&gt;Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt; - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love.
&lt;b&gt;Romantic&lt;/b&gt; - You know exactly how to melt your date's heart. Romance comes naturally to you and is an important component of any relationship you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Adventurous&lt;/b&gt; - You are looking for someone who is willing to try new things and experience life to its fullest. You need a companion who encourages you to take risks and do exciting things.
&lt;b&gt;Romantic&lt;/b&gt; - You need someone with a traditional understanding of romance. A true romantic is a must-have in any potential date.
&lt;b&gt;Conservative&lt;/b&gt; - Forget liberals, you need a conservative match. Political discussions interest you, and a conservative will offer the viewpoint you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;1. Liberal&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2. Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3. Romantic&lt;/b&gt;
4. Adventurous
5. Funny
6. Intellectual
7. Practical
8. Stylish
9. Traditional
10. Sensual
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solidcolor:white;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;1. Adventurous&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2. Romantic&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3. Conservative&lt;/b&gt;
4. Big-Hearted
5. Religious
6. Practical
7. Intellectual
8. Sensual
9. Outgoing
10. Wealthy/Ambitious
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sooo... hmm i realised tt i yest.. i wrote all about wat i encountered.. and not wat i felt.. thruout the whole thing,, think i shall start wif tt before i write about wat happened last nite.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sooo.. about the bnss guy..flattered but yea no hope.. a bit men.. but yea.. hahaks..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;however about aidil.. he well.. hes quite cute lah.. not hot or like drop dead gorgeous or smth lah.. but somehow he kinda looks like shibly.. i tot like well.. ok lah.. cute.. hes tall tho and has a nice body..dun ask me how i saw... hehehehehe..i just did.. hehehehhehehehe... but like.. the dang part is well.. u wud noe rite.. that part.. i was sooo hopingg tt he wasnt... but i think he kinda realises it also.. so yea... nvm he shall be my fren like alligator or smth.. however.. i have yet to see him online.. hmmmm... where is hee...??&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;last nite.. i was actually hoping tt aidil wud sms me or smth.. while i was reading orang tua di kaki gunung.. but it wasnt aidil it was shibly... i had a tinge of dissapointment there.. but yeah.. smsed shibly for a bit and then told him tt i needed to sleep.. so ya.. other than these stuff.. nothing majorly interesting tt happend.. mmm.. looking forward to exco meeting tmr tho.. hehehe fun fun fun.. then i can like ask meon about tt amira.. i seriously dead shit dun believe his claims.. so yea.. hahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112044390672013109?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112044390672013109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112044390672013109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112044390672013109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112044390672013109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112039212357019478</id><published>2005-07-03T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T20:02:03.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hmmmmm..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;okkkk...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so for the past daes ive been out.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sat wif my cuzs and my ferst 3 mths fren for dinner... and todae wif my mummie.. went to city hall to get her collection... and at the same time i got topss... hahaha.. realise tt i said tops??.. i got 2 long sleeved tops for when i start to wear tudung..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so the whole deal wif todaes entry is tt i had wo encounters wif the other kind yesterdae.. ok so lets cut to the whole chase..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yest aft kak nurul left.. i was wif bib.. and we were like walking around tm.. then i got a msg from shibly.. he said [hey.. jalan2 pat tm eh..] im like huh?? how does he noe.. so evidently..hes there in tm as well.. and i called him lah.. ask where he was .. and so he met me and bib outside bodyshop.. and then he said hes here becos of majs yescom.. and im like wat on earth is yescom?! so he brought us to majs boothh.. it was actually schools selling stuff tt they made themselff... but i dint go into any booth in specific.. i was DEAD SHY to go into majs..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so when we were walking ard.. there was this boothby bedok north sec.. i was thinking feena...  so we went there lahh.. and there was this guy.. standing at the entrace of the booth.. and he was trying to promote his goods lah.. and hes in tt school..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so while promotingg.. he went : are u malay or chinese..?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;me: im malay &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;he: really? (disbelief)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;me: really really.. betul betul im malay&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;he: (still in disbelief)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;bib: no she doesnt noe her own race&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;he: no.. cos ive never seen a malay wif this skin.. so fair..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;im like okk.. ive heard this a gazillion times...but the next thing i heard was not something tt ive heard a gazillion timess.. somehow bib drifted to the back and i was infront of him.. and he did this spin or smth.. and while he spun.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;he said, whispering : damn it ure gorgeous...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i was like wat???!!! like freaking shocked.. i was like telling bib and we walked away..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;altho he was pretty hot for his age.. hess still youngg... so i dun have his name or number...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theres only one young guy tt id like to go out wif..but tts another story for another time..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ok.. so in the evening.. i went to out wif my frens to have dinner at orchard.. and we went to seoul garden.. and while we were eating.. me and faezah were like eyeing their waiters.. loads of guys.. hahaha..so we arrowed down to a cute one.. and he kept like serving us.. and i was obviously eyeing him.. and ya.. and then when we left.. thomas went to give him my number.. and before he did tt the guy [aidil] gave him his number.. and he wrote down my number on a piece of paper.. and at nite he smsed me.. so.. hes 18 and hes from ite yishun... hahaha.. havent talked to him since..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so yeah.. im tired from writing soo long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112039212357019478?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112039212357019478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112039212357019478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112039212357019478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112039212357019478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112027657865371205</id><published>2005-07-02T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T11:56:18.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;woohooo..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have a new skin..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dun really have anything much to sae..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was searching for a new one tt can put up my archivess.. but i just fell in love wif this one and after i did everything then i realise tt this doesnt have an archive thingyy..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anytoots..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tots and commesnt on this.. i took this one cos i just love the song... hahaha i sound like a soppy person... hahahha.. so yeahh... thots and comments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112027657865371205?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112027657865371205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112027657865371205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112027657865371205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112027657865371205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/07/woohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-112018651343935640</id><published>2005-07-01T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T10:55:13.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wooooohhoooo!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no more midyears&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ive eventually sastera paperr&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but im not like esctatically happy like i normally wud be..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i think its becos i think i screwed up most of my papers..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and i thinkkk im not gonna do well for them...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but like ive saidd..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ill be happy wif as long as i pass the papers ill be very satisfied and contented..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but as alwaes..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whenever we alredy get smth..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;were never satisfied and we wished tt we could have gotten betterr..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but hey radhiah wake up u noeee...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u dint try ur bloody best...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so why shud u bother shedding tears u dint give ur everything too&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haaaaahh??&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahahahhahahahahahahahahhaha..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im babbling to myself againnn..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahahahahahhahahaaa&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shall stop noww..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and start reading the addictive blogg..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-112018651343935640?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/112018651343935640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=112018651343935640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112018651343935640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/112018651343935640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/07/wooooohhoooo-no-more-midyears-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111987000475074478</id><published>2005-06-27T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:00:04.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;the time has come...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;mid years...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i dun think im sufficiently prepared for my papers...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so we had gp and hist just now....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i think gp was fine..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;my ans i think were ok...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but hist....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i think ill be glad wif just a pass...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i dint even manage to finish the paper...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;like crap lah....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hopefully i get a lot more for european than sea...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;becos i htink my ans were better for european...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;crap lah..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;now i need to go mug for econs and maths..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i need to practice maths..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;after the help i got todae...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;thanks babe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111987000475074478?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111987000475074478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111987000475074478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111987000475074478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111987000475074478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111936008273247371</id><published>2005-06-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:21:22.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ive been awoken...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i realised smth that i chose to forget once..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;u guys are gonna see a change in me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;im gonna start wearing tudung..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahaks..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i rmb the last time i felt awakened..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i told myself.. lets just forget it..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the next time i feel tt way ill wear it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and tt next time is alreadi here..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and ill wear it..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;guys wise.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i already said no to shibly..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i ffeeeellll reall bad tt i had to do tt..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but it was smth tt i had to do...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;for me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;shibly had no spark there..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i felt no passion for hiim..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111936008273247371?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111936008273247371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111936008273247371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111936008273247371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111936008273247371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-awoken.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111917805588417787</id><published>2005-06-19T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:47:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh god...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;where should i start..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my crowning glory...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;its curly..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so tt a yey!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i LOOK like a black wannabe..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i mean no offense..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but seriously..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dun think any social group wants a wannabe or trendy wankers..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i dun intend to be any..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dun want to be any...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i seriously look like ONE..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;omg..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;im soo sorryyy for how my hair makes me look like..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i dun dare go out nemore..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i mean just yest when i was going home..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;people were looking at me strangelyy..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;strange. period.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i just dun noe how to go to school..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and it reopens in a WEEK&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;really hope tt itll sumhow fade away..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and its seriously making me feel hot and sweaty..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;top it off wif the weather..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;god....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[this really sounds bimbotic. bt its true]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111917805588417787?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111917805588417787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111917805588417787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111917805588417787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111917805588417787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111905829640997343</id><published>2005-06-18T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T09:31:36.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok.. soo...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im writting this before i leave for jb..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mummie said tt i mite be able to do my hair there...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so if i look like a DISASTER..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;please dun sae it.. cos i noe how bad ill lokk for likr the ferst few weeks..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but at least i have like a week and a day for it to recover or smth..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;welll aniwae... on to the guys...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;umm..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after that, like in the nite.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shibly smsed me like about casual stuff..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then i replied like casually.. nothing like special or anything..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but last nite...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shibly dint smsed me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmm... wondering why...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but anytoots...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sumone else smsed me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;azry did..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahahahahahahhaaha..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im shoooo baddddd.....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its gonna be like a butane/butene/butanol/buthyl&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[haha i duno if butyl actually exists]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahahahahahahhaha..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but hes nice to talk to..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but them again.. all three are nice to talk to..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahaks.. am i in a mission to get myself screwd or wat..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahahahahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;radhiah think radhiah.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;focus...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok... so now.. i got to bathe and leave for jb...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahahhaahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111905829640997343?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111905829640997343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111905829640997343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111905829640997343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111905829640997343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok_18.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111889832592015019</id><published>2005-06-16T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:15:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok.. so houston we hav a problem!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i shant practise discretion for now.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for clearer understanding..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it has n i think will alwaes be a case of one too many for me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok.... so i shall stop the intro n jump to the content..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shibly or samir..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[no preference in the order of the names here]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so.. this morn i wake up, and the side of my bed vibrated..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my fone i thot.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the screen read. 3 new messages..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so im like..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok.. lets read..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i read and also thru my sources..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;loong story short..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shibly likes me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;correction, quote: shibly loves me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me, radhiah bte abdul kadir..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and im seriously confused..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cos i like him..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i like samir too...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shibly loves me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;samir just woke up into reality...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so.. im in utter confusion...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes i wish i wasnt egotistical..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its like really between guy tt i like more vs guy tt likes me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shibly.. i havent replied his sms since..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i duno wat to say either..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;samir.. im waiting to see wat hes gonna do..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i noe tt hes gonna give me chocs..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i noe hes still skeptical (is tt e right spelling?)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND i noe tt he doesnt noe abt shibly..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i noe tat im quite skeptical and in disbelief..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about shibly..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theres nothing tt i can do about samir other than wait..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i mean i find the word love&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;an expression of a type of feeling tt is STRONG&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in short, i find the word love, a STRONG word..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i mean he cud just be expressing himself..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;usually i dun believe when a guy says tt esp when theyre not together..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but sumhow..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i believe tt shibly does.. or is close to that..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;again, in utter confusion..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;REALL bad..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i duno what to think or say...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i definitely DUNNO WAT TO DO!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so its the battle of the s'es&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if u guys have any idea on wat i shud think about&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;weigh and consider...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or who u thnk i shud choose....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because choosing is inevitable...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tag, call or sms me...&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/10228266-111889832592015019?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111889832592015019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111889832592015019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111889832592015019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111889832592015019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111874108997257205</id><published>2005-06-14T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:24:49.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing special todae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soo todae... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;actually tried to study.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;really.. like wow.. i remember more of functions now..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;especially the composite ones [gf] and stuff..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then i attempted to read the cerpen todae..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but of all the cerpens tat i could pick, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i picked the long one..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and since i was on the bed.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u should noe what happened..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i felt sleepy and tot to myself tat&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[oh well i can nap for an hour]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but as usual i 'napped' for 3 hours..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahakz..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;makes me quite peeved that i dun hav the inbuilt alarm system&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like sum people hav..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well i shant delve further in this matter..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tomorrow is a going out day...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lunching wif the bahas people &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then meeting with cikgu &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and them perhaps wif fai to the esplanade..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;whoopedudum!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think im seriously screwed for mid years...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111874108997257205?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111874108997257205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111874108997257205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111874108997257205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111874108997257205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-special-todae.html' title='nothing special todae'/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111864276877184863</id><published>2005-06-13T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:06:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;soo...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;had reatail terapy wif mommy yest..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and got a new pair of bottoms and new face stuff &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AND a new WALLET!! hahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yea!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so... im not gonna perm my hair this month..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;too hectic..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i really better start studying..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tho i claim tt i do not noe wat it is..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;if only if i cud get away with that!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fat hope...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oohhh...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;went to watch mr and mrs smith.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the whole movie screams of HOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but brads not hot...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;least not for me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and i realised tt i went there with like 6 guys wif yati..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;like 3 each..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hmmmm... ill take azry and meon and i dunnoo...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahahhahhahahha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yati can take the rest..!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;then ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111864276877184863?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111864276877184863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111864276877184863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111864276877184863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111864276877184863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/06/soo.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111820279148886498</id><published>2005-06-08T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:53:11.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thru all this madness</title><content type='html'>the aftermath..
the first 48 hours has passed...
im getting sick thinking about the both of them
they dun deserve my time..
but i wana sae
THANK U!!
to all that has helped me..
hahahha.. this sounds like sum award speech or smth..
but really.. i wana sae thank u..
for chatting with me.. talking to me and porking out with me..
anyway..
other matters..
my laleennggg.. i havent seen since penabalan..
hahahhahahahaha..
think ill see my laleeng soonn..
rreall soonn.. hopefully..
hahahahhahahhahhahaha
and i love my frens and my bantal busukk..
hhahahha...
wat does bantal busuk and frens have in common..??
i love them both..
hahahahaha
okk....
i smell my body butter now...
heheehe..
loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111820279148886498?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111820279148886498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111820279148886498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111820279148886498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111820279148886498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/06/thru-all-this-madness.html' title='thru all this madness'/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111804257082940750</id><published>2005-06-06T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:22:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u noe sumtimes i really wonder why i still choose to live..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but then again when i thnk bck the reason y think i shudnt live..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its a dumb reason..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok.. so now..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the new WRONG in my life is non other than the BIGGEST ARSEHOLE&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;= my dad.. (i dun even want to call him tt anymore)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok.. so heres the deal..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tat BLOODY BASTARD (bb) remarried..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;like oh wow great...? NOT!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bb married an indon MAID tt was my aunts'...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bb DINT HAVE THE BLOODY BALLS TO TELL me or my bro &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tat he did tt..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i mean fine..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u wana get married..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats ur own FUCKING business..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but at LEAST hav the FREAKIN decency to tell us..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u dun want to tell us beore u get married fine...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but U HAVE TO TELL US at most after u &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOODY GOT MARRIED AND FUCKED HER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but bb doesnt have the balls to do tt...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mummie smsed him last nite asking if its true...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but bb still hasnt smsed backed...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i found out thru my cuzs...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i really dun intend to talk to bb tilll i really need him to get married..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;even then i dun want him to stay for the reception..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im sooo not gg to talk to bb...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hope tt mummie gets an overseas posting or smth..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to london or smth..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so we can all go and leave all this SHIT behind...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i realise who my true frens are..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nad and adib...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u guys are really the GREATEST and SWEETEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love u guys...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh one more thng..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dun give me sympathy when u dun actually mean it..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dun fall for ur false pretences...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111804257082940750?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111804257082940750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111804257082940750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111804257082940750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111804257082940750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/06/u-noe-sumtimes-i-really-wonder-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111681696578495941</id><published>2005-05-23T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:56:05.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;im kinda starting to have a love hate thingy&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;with madrasah..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dint go to kl aka shopping becoz of madrasah&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dint go to skafest becos of madrasah...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i mean... ugh..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;but it was exams...oh welll..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;theres alwaes a next time..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;no point regretting...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i realised tt sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;people dun realli change&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;generally..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;pple can throw away all the smaller easy to kick negatives..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;but the main course of problemmm..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i think tt can never be kicked..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;thats really sad..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;aniwae..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;yesterdae was a verryy historical mo for me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i finally managed to get the water tt i was drinking from &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;out thru my nosseee...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;not tt ive been trying or anything lah..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;but ive alwaes wondered y tt hasnt happened to me...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;imean a lot of pple i noe had that happen to them before..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;thank u god....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hahahahahahahahaahahahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;im not so sick to actually try..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i choked lah.. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;my heart feels empty..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;haiz....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;wonder wats wrong wif me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111681696578495941?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111681696578495941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111681696578495941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111681696578495941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111681696578495941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-kinda-starting-to-have-love-hate_23.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111681695961941742</id><published>2005-05-23T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:55:59.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;im kinda starting to have a love hate thingy&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;with madrasah..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dint go to kl aka shopping becoz of madrasah&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dint go to skafest becos of madrasah...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i mean... ugh..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;but it was exams...oh welll..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;theres alwaes a next time..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;no point regretting...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i realised tt sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;people dun realli change&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;generally..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;pple can throw away all the smaller easy to kick negatives..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;but the main course of problemmm..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i think tt can never be kicked..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;thats really sad..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;aniwae..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;yesterdae was a verryy historical mo for me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i finally managed to get the water tt i was drinking from &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;out thru my nosseee...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;not tt ive been trying or anything lah..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;but ive alwaes wondered y tt hasnt happened to me...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;imean a lot of pple i noe had that happen to them before..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;thank u god....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hahahahahahahahaahahahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;im not so sick to actually try..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i choked lah.. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;my heart feels empty..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;haiz....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;wonder wats wrong wif me..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111681695961941742?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111681695961941742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111681695961941742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111681695961941742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111681695961941742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-kinda-starting-to-have-love-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111655127312883070</id><published>2005-05-20T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:07:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok...so now is part of my ultra long break &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;which i was supposed to dedicate to doing my econs...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the bloody essay belum habis..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;think ill forgo history lecture qns altogether..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yeah..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im going fo LTCCC &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YEA!!!! and u noe wat tt implies....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahahhahahaa...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;actually i dun rellie noe either...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the penambalan results arent out yet...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hehehhahahah...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i just had a tummy ypset in malay..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how embarassing...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;something happend with sammy tho.. hahahahhaa..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;making me unsure more than ever...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im beginnning to feel jc life... like reallie u can never finish any of the hws they give...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;only like the simple ones..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;even the simple ones also u like malas to do..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haizzz.....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sometimes i think i made the wrong decision...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;maybe i shud have just stayed with o levels and work n get married to sum guy coz in e end tts wats gonna happenn...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;or i dunnoe...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i thot about wat if i went to poly... but i think i wun be concentrating on anything..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and theres gonna be more projecctss to doo.... haizzz... life....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;reallie..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i hope they come up with another alternative other than jc poly or ite or private schools....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;coz i feelll like i dun have a life anymore... kinda sucks... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dun realli want my child to undergo the same life i am rite now...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but i guess i have to keep on thinking tt its for the better good.... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my better good...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;its a do or die situation...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;either make it or break it....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haizzz...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh welll.... no time for regrets now do i....???&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gueess ill have to continue to enjoy life in this screwd up way...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahakzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111655127312883070?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111655127312883070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111655127312883070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111655127312883070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111655127312883070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111638036959498332</id><published>2005-05-18T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:56:17.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my life is soo full of s'es rite now..
not the ass s..
but people with their names starting with s...
hahahahaha
s floodd...
welll yeah...
my teachers trying to motivate me by praising my lookss...
i noe im an i personality.. butt
stop praising my lookkssS!!! i noe wats real and wts noe..
im not deluded u noe..
tts wat i felt like saying to her...
but yeah..
its better for me to shut up then...
so now she noes a lot about my family background...
the divorce and stuff... and she doesnt see y i find it funny bout my daddie..
and noe she is a fan of my mum..
go figure.. haahahahhaha..
least shes nice though can be a bit temperamental...
oh welll...
im supposed to be studying rite now but at the heck...
i was studying like crap yest for hist test and i screwed it...
fuck...
yeah..
so...
lifes a bitch... hahahahahaha
i love god..
im evidently starting to cap like shit...
shall stop now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111638036959498332?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111638036959498332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111638036959498332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111638036959498332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111638036959498332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-life-is-soo-full-of-ses-rite-now.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111621020906148063</id><published>2005-05-16T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:24:21.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahahhahahhaaa.. lifes a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okkk....
so hieeeeeeeeee
long time since i wrote in myblog...
hahahahahahhaaa..
so theres this syahrin guy that i heard like me.. but i duno how he looks like..
sammy d has a gf!!!!!!
bllooody fuck
haahahahahahhaahhaha..
watever...
the grass is greener on the otheerr sideee..
my mums gg for holiday this weekendd..
and when the cats come out, the mice come out to play...
so people..
ask me out!!!!!
hopefully this week comes out nice and rosy...
i have a promise to myself to make...
shant like arses and jerks...
hahahahaa...
i wana go for a gig!!!!
theres gsc at paradigm on sun..
but i have exam!!!!
crap..
maybe go on the sat one...
indie nite or smth..
then maybe a hot indie guy will ask me out...
hahahhahahaha...
;)
lovely...
i just finished my pi..
so pretty high now....
phew...
with mrs gan as ur teeacher.. ure lucky to meet the deadline...
hopefully, i get the exco post..
the results are killing me...
hahahahaa..
im writing on my blog when im supposed to be in history lecture...
oh well...
nvm..
pis more important...
haiz...
life..
i wonder wheres alligator...
i havent heard from him in a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111621020906148063?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111621020906148063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111621020906148063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111621020906148063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111621020906148063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/05/hahahahhahahhaaa-lifes-bitch.html' title='hahahahhahahhaaa.. lifes a bitch'/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111520769570374547</id><published>2005-05-04T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T19:54:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found song that matched the tarzan era...
its called you..
but i shud have found it earlier...
hahahaa..
tarzann...
over...
anyway..
the past 2 daes of my life have beenn
supper NICCEEE
becoz
i found perfection...
and guess wat...
not a leo...
but theres smth tt makes me wonder...
if its ang be another kh...
it cun be....
coz im not even turned off...
but perfection....
hmm...
no ones perfect...
but i have no other word to describe...
other than hot and perfect....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111520769570374547?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111520769570374547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111520769570374547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111520769570374547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111520769570374547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-found-song-that-matched-tarzan-era.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111501092518713389</id><published>2005-05-02T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T13:15:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>im like ahappy shit...
sooo haaapppyyy...
but tired...
went to sch todae..
 tho its a public hols...
had to go for a econs makeup lessson...
stoning in there...
weeelllll....
watever it was...
when i went home....
 i definitely felllt AAAALLLLIVVVEEE....
definitely now hu i ssaaww..
sammy d of toz...
utter hotnnessss
loves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111501092518713389?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111501092518713389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111501092518713389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111501092518713389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111501092518713389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/05/hahahahahahaha.html' title='hahahahahahaha'/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111390815799403444</id><published>2005-04-19T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:55:57.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh god..
i dint see sami dear today..
dang..
oohh.. i won tix.. TIX
for the movie coach something
hehehe.. bringing dibz for that one..
hahakz.. have to activate my gprs..
i think ive been bitten bad..
bitten by sami...
bitten by samis aura..
luring endearing..
hahahahahahahaha..
am i in love?....
hahahkz..
or is tis lusstt?..
someone said this once..
*winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111390815799403444?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111390815799403444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111390815799403444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111390815799403444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111390815799403444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-god_19.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111379493940252426</id><published>2005-04-18T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:28:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happppiiieeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh god...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im happy like cccrrrazzeee...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i finally got a new fone...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my mum got it for me.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;paying part of it tho.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;neways..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;its a NNNEEEWWWW ffooonnnneeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;k.. whoo.. breathe...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;its nokia 7260.. not exactly my samsung e630c.. but wad e heck..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hehehehehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and the world of cyber space.. here i come...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;babes.. i promise.. ill chat with u guys more often.. or at all..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahakz... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oooh.. with my new found technology, i realised...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that i can actually take pictures of my dear &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sami boy..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hehehe hahakz..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;waiting for the right time...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok.. im bursting with esctaticity...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sounds like elasticity... too much econs..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;is ther even such a word.. esctaticity...? hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;guess wat blog, cargo pants and al qaeda have in common..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;there in e new edition of e webster dictionary...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;k.. shall stop being square NOw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111379493940252426?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111379493940252426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111379493940252426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111379493940252426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111379493940252426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/04/happppiiieeeeee_18.html' title='happppiiieeeeee'/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111352630099636120</id><published>2005-04-15T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:53:05.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;seth and summer hav called it quits
ryan walks awayfrom marissa..
summer walked away..
why cun i walk away..?
how many more thousand tears must i shed
just to walk away..
no matter how many thousand tears ure worth
ive been burnt bad..
when will it turn to a scar..
i need it to frreze..
ive been bitten..
i need to noe
if i shud continue with my gut..
freezee..
i need to walk away
i need to explore..
please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111352630099636120?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111352630099636120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111352630099636120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111352630099636120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111352630099636120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/04/seth-and-summer-hav-called-it-quits.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111352463571646113</id><published>2005-04-15T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:23:55.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My tea's gone cold,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt; I'm wondering why I got out of bed at al&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;lthe morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And even if I could it'd all be grey, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but your picture on my wall&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it reminds me that it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I drank too much last night, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;got bills to pay&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;my head just feels in pain&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I missed the bus and there'll be hell today&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm late for work again&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and even if I'm there, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;they'll all imply that I might not last the day&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and then you call me and it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's not so bad and&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;then you handed me a towel and all I see is you&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;because you're near me and&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10228266-111352463571646113?l=onesweetblister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/feeds/111352463571646113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10228266&amp;postID=111352463571646113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111352463571646113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10228266/posts/default/111352463571646113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesweetblister.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-teas-gone-cold-im-wondering-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>onesweetblister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042744172073129361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10228266.post-111327422856845366</id><published>2005-04-12T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T10:50:28.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;spongebobs not showing anymore!!! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;cries&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That said "use these down to your bones"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thought "this one knows better than I do"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He tried to cut me so I'd fit&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And doesn't that sound familiar?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Doesn't that hit too close to home?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could've gone?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And so that I do remember to never go that far,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Could you leave me with a scar?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So the next one came with a bag of treats,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;she smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And she told me don't trust them, trust me&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then she pulled at my stitches one by one,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;looked at my insides clicking&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her tongue and said "This will all have to come undone"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She tried to cut me so I'd fi&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tAnd doesn't that sound familiar? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doesn't that hit too close to home?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doesn't that make you shiver; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the way things could have gone?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And so that I do remember to never go that far,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Could you leave me with a scar?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine'&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And doesn't that sound familiar? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doesn't that hit too close to home?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Doesn't that make you shiver; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the way things could have gone?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And so that I do remember to never go that far,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Could you leave me with a scar?&lt;/span&gt;
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